Alrighty...First and foremost, if you've read the book(s), you'll know in an instant which characters are not mine (and thus, Meyers'). And those you don't recognize, must therefore be mine (at least, that's the most logical excuse, no?). Don't copy my work or storyline. I guarantee you, if I wrote it, it wasn't to have it copied by a pathetic low-life that steals works of literature (aka, plagarist). And also, if I wrote it, I most likely spent hours before falling asleep thinking really hard about it. So...don't spoil it for me, kay? Oh, and characters such as Bella, Jacob, Charlie, Bella's mom (gah, can't remember her name), & the other wolves will not make an appearance. Why? Because Jacob and the pack were a poor excuse for werewolves (personal opinion), I didn't like Charlie & the mom, and Bella was just plain pathetic. Yeah...Anyway, do me a favor and review. I'd really appreciate it...

Awaiting Winter

Chapter One--The Transfer

Forks.

Forks.

Forks.

Just the name made the town sound small. I repeated the name in my head again. Forks.

Ridiculous.

My father was sending me to live with my mother in this stupid ant of a town. He said he was "sick of all the secrecy" because it prevented us from "bonding" or "becoming a close family." Right. A family of two. How impressive. So, basically, he was sick of me. My sarcasm, my sneaking out, my secrets, and thus, ME in general.

That morning, he just exploded. He said that he'd been thinking about everything, and that he just couldn't handle it anymore.

"I just don't understand you anymore, Scottie. I mean, you used to be-"

"Perfect?" I snapped. "Hardly."

"Watch it, missy..." He warned. "Or you'll be in deeper than you already are."

Oh, no. I'm doomed. I thought. He began babbling on and on about all the incidents in which I had displeased him. It was nothing new to me; I'd heard it all before. But one thing seemed to smack me in the face.

"So...you're going to live with Vivian."

"WHAT?!" I jumped to my feet, knocking the stool out from under me.

"I warned you-"

"How-WHY?"

"Why? WHY? How can you ask WHY?" He began babbling again, but my heart was pounding in my ears. I didn't really like my mother. She was...a little too lively for my liking. And annoying...she was never even at home, most of the time. She worked in an office outside of Forks from around eight in the morning untill about two the next morning. She had plenty of money, but wasn't crazy about spending it. She lived in a decent house about 30 minutes from town. I don't know what it was about her, but I just couldn't stand her. I leaned of the kitchen table, trying to comprehend everything.

This is bad... I thought. He just doesn't understand... It's only to protect him...

It such a complex explination, and not one I cared to even attempt to explain...

"But, I'm already a quarter through the school year!" I tried to get him to change his mind.

"And I've already purchased your plane ticket." He placed a ticket from Colorado to Washington in front of me. "Get packing."

Packing my things was difficult. I kept choking everytime I thought about the situation. My anger grew and grew, until I thought it would flush through my body like a hurricane and tear all of my bones apart. My body temperature rose to an inhuman level. I forced myself to sit on my bed and calm down.

This is not safe...Just...Just think of this as an opportunity, not a punishment...

My temper faded as I took in deep breaths and released them. I took a final look around my room, and grabbed my bags.

I could try and explain this to him...But then he'd send me to a mental ward rather than to Vivian... Why must I bear this burden? Why couldn't I just stay normal...human...

I made my way downstairs and loaded my things into my father's truck. He drove me to the airport, with neither of us speaking. Just before I boarded, I turned to him.

"There's so much I wish I could explain to you right now... But I can't. Maybe one day you'll understand... that I was only trying to protect you. Bye, I love you." Before he could interrogate the meaning behind my final words, I ran to the boarding dock, handed the woman my ticket, and boarded without a last glance back.

When my plane landed, Vivian had been there to pick me up. We drove all the way to Forks in her shiny blue Thunderbird. For the entire ride, she talked...and talked...and talked...

And talked.

Never did she cease to talk.

Annoying human... Was all I could think.

We finally arrive in Forks after what seemed like days. She pulled up next to a glossy black Mustang convertible as she continued her pointless chatter. Finally she said something of importance.

"Well, tomorrow is Wednesday, which means you have school. And considering there's only an hour left in school today, yo can spend the rest of the day unpacking and moving into your new room. There are two rooms upstairs, one is larger and even has it's own bathroom. That one is yours. The other one is my home office. Hmm... OH. We'll can go to the grocery store and pick up somethigns you'll eat, if you want. Speaking of which, the kitchen is the first room you'll come to when you go in, and the laundry room is through the door on the other end of the kitchen. To get to the stairs, you go through the living room, and they're at the end of the hall, after you pass the bathroom. My room is on the other side of the living room, in case you ever need me. There's furniture on the back porch if you just feel like sitting around. I went ahead and plugged up a computer, a television, and a stereo in your room. Uh... I think I'm forgetting something..."

As if you haven't already said EVERYTHING to be said... You've said more than a talk show host could say in a year... I thought she'd literally talked my ears off.

"OH. Here." She handed me a keyring with 4 keys on it. "One is to the front door, one to the deadbolt on the front door, one for the back, and one for your car."

"What?"

"That is your car." She pointed to the Mustang.

"It is? But-"

"I thing every teen should get a car for their 16th birthday...even though I'm about a year behind. It's kinda hard sending someone a car in the mail, if you know what I mean. So happy late 16th, and early 17th, by a few weeks."

"How did you know my birthday was coming up?" I was shocked.

"Hello? You're my child, too! So, you do have a liscence, right?"
"Yes..."

"Good. Well, I have to go to the office for a while. I'll be back around nine or ten tonight."

I grabbed my bags and headed to the house. Vivian waved and pulled out of the drive way.