I wondered desperatly what it would feel like being a new student in an enormous school, as I tossed and turned in the night.
Tomorrow would be "moving day" and I could'nt posibly come up with any good points in the favour of moving, I was 16 and I
grew up in forks and now I was being forced to leave. I kept grunting, arg! I have to leave my friends, I have to leave
everything I know, and grow to terms with it. I knew I had to face the music, but it was too hard...what does that metaphor mean
anyway ARG! tonight is gonna be one of those sleepless nights, people with BIGGER problems keep telling me about. I know
that im just being a teenager, Ive come to terms with this notion, but I have to quit thinking things logically and be one of
those crazy teenagers who rebel hard-core and then maybe my parents would think it would be best if I moved back. ARG! though
I was upset and hurt that my parent sprung this on me, I could'nt help feeling a bit fasinated, intriged really. But alas, my mind only really
stayed on the topic that I was leaving my bubble and comfort, and throwing me into a tub and im but smag on the side. life is
mysterious I guess..in how everything is working against me...though I couldnt put these thoughts aside I slowly found myself drifting
helplessy falling asleep, it would take up the last remaining hours in my safe heaven..forks.
The dredful morning approached and I slowly lifted my head from my soft comfy sleeping bag on the floor (my father packed it already)
I didnt want to face reality. My head was pounding as I slowly lifted myself to my bathroom, which was a horrible reminder of
the emptyness of me childhood home. Looking in the mirror I realized 2 things, first, my hair was in a giant rats nest, and secondly,
the bags under my eyes could make a panda think im one of them. I grunted as I grabbed the towel I used the night before and took a
shower. After My shower and getting dressed I packed the last few items left behind into my backpack and stared one last time at the
emptyness it sent shivers down my spine.
"bye bye home" I whispered as I closed my 'once' bedroom door.
As I headed down stairs I made sure I mowped all the way down, my father saw me and grabed a plate which looked like eggs and bacon with hashbrowns and put it on the counter with a fork, before he said anything I switly said "you know charlie, you making me breakfast is not going to make me feel any better" with that I dropped my backpack and headed right for the food."You know Bells your gonna like this new place, it will be bigger, and you WILL make friends I know you will hun" In my mind I knew charlie needed this job and that we NEEDED to move but he said the same thing to me over and over for the past 3 weeks. "yeah charlie whatever you say" I said while scarfing down my breakfast. "bella you dont have to tell me how much this is a disapointment to you, I heard you grunting all through the night" he said as he sipped the last of his coffee, "so you heard me.." I said a little embarrassed but I stood my ground. suddenly as we were doing the last checks we heard some knocking on the door. I ran to the door and opened it to it see all my closest friends and a giant card they made me "bella we are gonna miss you soo much" jessica said with a hug. "man, bella now i will never be your date for the prom!" mikey said and made a pouting face as we hugged. All my friends said goodbye, and as charlie and I hoped in our moving truck, I couldnt help but try to sustain the tears wheling up inside. Charlie started the engine and I watched as all my friends waved goodbye
"bye bye friends" I whispered.
Me and charlie made one last stop before we left forks forever, I took one last glance at the town in the distance. As charlie was putting gas in the truck. I sat in the front passenger seat and stared
"bye bye forks".