so this is my first fanfic EVER! I'd love your feed back! Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Air planes, shopping, and hot guys

"Miss Mason are you with us?" a voice asked form somewhere in the back of my mind. I jumped in my seat, shit, I'd been daydreaming again. "Y-yes Ms. Bates." Ms. Bates narrowed her eyes at me then continued walking to the front of the classroom and I turned my full attention to her.

"As I was saying, because our Junior class has been studying Native American culture this year we have decided to take a trip to one of the tribes we have been studying." Excited squeals echoed around the room. "Quiet! Quiet!" Ms. Bates snapped, rolling her eyes, "We are going to be taking a 3 week long junior class trip to Washington, where we will be visiting the Quileute tribe and learning about their culture."

More excited squeals echoed around the room. I all but screamed, I would finally get to see the place I was born, the place I was supposed to grow up instead of this….well, I guess it wasn't THAT bad. I did like it here, it was beautiful, and I did have good friends …"Nessie this is so exciting!" my best friend Lauren said.

I nodded happily, not able to wipe the grin off my face. When the bell rang and I stepped out in to the hall I was hit with the buzz of conversation that filled the air. Everyone was SO excited about the trip! The rest of the day seemed the zoom by. In all of our classes our teachers told us about the trip, We were leaving in three days, it was completely free, and NO PARENTS WERE ALLOWED.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my mom and dad but getting away from them for three weeks was a blessing, I could hang out with my friends non stop! I bounced down the hall to my last period class, theater, and plopped down next to Lauren.

She turned to me, "Isn't this GREAT?" she squealed. I check to make sure our teacher wasn't paying attention then I looked back at Lauren, "IM SOOOOOO EXCITED!" I gushed. "Three weeks, WITHOUT parents! How awesome is that!" Lauren did a little 'bounce' in her seat. "AND—Hot guys!" she giggled looking behind us at her boyfriend Alex.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh boy, im never going to get any sleep!" "Hey!" Lauren pushed me almost out of my chair. I would've pushed her back but,

1. I didn't want to hurt ym best friend, and 2. Mr. Walt shot a glare in our direction.

We giggled and shut up, pretending to be writing out our educated literary and theatric opinions on 'Hamlet'. After an hour I was ready to rip Mr. Walt's head to shreds, and yes, I can do that. The only thing that saved him was the bell.

I threw my stuff in to my backpack and took off down the hall, Lauren following quickly behind me. We were the first two out the front doors. We walked to the student parking lot, hugged, and I slid in to my Porsche. I loved this car, it was my baby.

I would miss it while I was in Washington. I sped home and ran inside.

Mom ran down the stairs to meet me, dad following behind her. I noticed both of their hair was very messy, I really didn't want to know. I hugged them and walked in to the kitchen, "How was your day?" mom asked as I plopped down at the table. I smiled, "it was great and compelty unakward…until now!" Mom raised her eye brows while dad just gave me his crooked smile, knowing what I was about to say, "Mom, you both have really bad sex hair."

I knew she'd be blushing if she could by the way she tried to flatten down her hair. I just laughed, "Well other than that…I have the GREATEST news!"

They sat down and I explained to them about the trip and everything. They seemed kind of...disturbed? worried? I don't know. I just looked at them pleadingly. After five strenuous minutes dad spoke, "all right…you can go!"

I squealed and jumped up and downb hugging them. "Under some conditions," mom said looking at me softly, "Make sure no one knows you're a Cullen, unless you see our family, then its fine. And remember, you CANT cross the border without being invited, AND" I closed my eyes waiting for it, "have fun."

I smiled and hugged her. "Mom can we PA-LEEESE go shopping for the trip! I don't know what to wear there!" She groaned, "Fine!" and handed me her credit card (I wasn't trusted with one of my own after the last time I went shopping…). You see, when I ask, "can WE go shopping." I mean can 'I' go shopping with 'MY' friends. Mom doesn't like shopping much.

Over the next few days I shopped, packed, re packed, and finally ended up with 3 huge white suit cases and my purse. While shopping I had bought twelve pairs of jeans (I could wear each at least twice), eight sweaters (we did have washing machines I was told), twenty shirts, four sweat shirts, and seven pairs of shoes that were (with the exception of a few) deemed 'appropriate' for Washington weather.

The morning I was leaving mom and dad drove me to the airport. We checked in my luggage and they walked me to where the rest of the junior class was waiting. My dads arms found me first, "I love you sweetheart, just call us if you need anything!" I smiled and hugged him tighter, "I love you Daddy." My moms arms found me next, "Be good." She whispered and I chuckled, "I love you sweetie." "I love you to mom!"

When the rest of my class mates were finishing up saying goodbye we all started moving as they started letting us board the plane. I hugged both my parents one more time then sprinted for the gate so I could get a good seat with Lauren. We settled down and I pulled out my iPod and put in the ear buds.

After the on and off talking and listening to music for three hours I felt the cabin pressure decrease. "FINALLY!" I breathed. I hated small spaces, especially with so many people packed so close together.

I was really really good at controlling my bloodlust. In fact, I hardly ever drank blood at all but I was way over due and I needed to hunt. I'd go while we were here whenever I could sneak off I decided.

After getting off the plane we got our luggage and loaded it on to the bus that would takes us from Seattle to Forks. Have I mentioned how much I really HATE small spaces when im really hungry?

Yeah- after ANOTHER two hours of being in a fucking bus I finally saw the sign I had dreamed about since I could remember, "Welcome to Forks."

So what dod ya think? This is my 1st story so be kind but i'd love feed back! thanks! (Sorry for the weird spacing btw- im still getting used to working this site!)

~Luna xoxo