As mentioned in the author's note we were informed of spelling and grammar errors this is chapter 1 with the errors fixed. Also my sister(the one who is writing this fanfic) is working very hard on writing and typing so you can get an update. So enjoy chapter with errors fixed read,review,and feel free to PM me
Chapter One
Present
Pain, white hot searing pain that makes me want to curl up in a ball and die. It felt like I was hit by a bus, shot in the head, and stabbed in the chest all at the same time. I wish it would stop, I wish it would just go away, but it doesn't. I want to die, maybe I am dying it would be better than this… the pain. Suddenly it stops, it's over the pain is gone. I'm finally dead…
A Few Weeks Earlier…
Forks, Washington; the town my parents had sent me to because I'm a "problem child." Just because I got caught driving a car that wasn't necessarily mine doesn't make me a problem, does it? Okay, I admit I took the car from the dealership; but the guy was being a complete jerk he deserved to be taken down a notch and I'll admit that I have gotten into a lot of trouble lately, but it wasn't my entire fault; my parents didn't see it that way though they said and I quote that this was "the last straw" and that I couldn't keep doing things like this just to get attention. So what's their solution? To ship me off to a grandma I don't even know. My parents seem to think that if I spend some time there that I'll come back a changed person with a personality that isn't "troubling." "We are now landing in Seattle" the flight attendant's voice droned on. I gather my things and step off the plane, now where is this grandma that's supposed to pick me up. Out of the corner of my eye I see a small old woman waving me down enthusiastically. That must be her, "Hello dear you must be Mia, you can just call me Rose, everyone else does. Are these all your things?" I didn't bring much because first chance I got I was gonna bail and make my way to California. "Well let's go before it starts to rain" Rose said. We walked to her car, an old discolored Honda that looked like it had seen better days. "Now I know it doesn't look like much but it'll take you where you need to go. You can borrow it whenever you like" she said. We piled into her old Honda and pulled out of the airport. "I think you're really gonna like it here Mia" she said. I turned to look at her, "listen we both know the reason I'm her and it's not because I'm on vacation. It's because I'm a "problem" and my parents need somewhere to dump me so I'll stop making them look bad in front of all their fancy friends. So stop trying to pretend that my being here is the greatest thing in the world and you just love having me here because you and I both know that you don't." Rose just stared at me with her eyes wide with shock. I shrugged, what? The truth hurts I'm just telling it how it is.