A/N: Alrighty! So, heres the new story. I'm trying to improve it from my last story that I decided not to finish. It wasn't going anywhere. And i'm known for not finishing things that often.
BUT! I promise to finish this one. If my updates become farther apart just yell at me and tell me to get my lazy ass up and write.
Anywho.
I don't own twilight. Sadly I don't own Paul either. Ah, but the things I would do if I did.
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ENJOY!
PS: My character uses some strong language through-out the story. If you don't like it don't read.
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Saturday, August 29th.
"CASEY LARISSA ROGERS, get your goddamn dirty shoes off the interior of the car. NOW." My mom screeched.
I rolled my eyes and did as she said. Sometimes I thought she loved this car more than she loved me. And my shoes wern't even dirty. They were old, but they've stuck through a lot the past summer.
I reminisced on the good times I have had with my friends from New York. Then the good times came crashing down on me when I realized I'd never see them again.
We past a sign with 'Welcome to La Push' painted on it. My mom squealed. "Ooooh! Casey look! Were here!" She turned around smiling at me totally unaware of the look I was giving her.
Stupid mom with her new stupid job offering. My mom was a doctor. And she was a total freak about it. We'd sit there at dinner and she'd talk about her day using doctor words and saying diseases I hadn't even knew existed let alone people actually having them. So of course when she was offered a job in Washington, in a better hospital, and better pay she took it without even asking me. Who cares if it'll bring in more cash? I certainly don't! I was perfectly comfortable with the insane streets of New York. With my colorful friends. But no, we had to move across the country just before my senior year in highschool started. Don't get me wrong, I was proud of my mom. She was able to get through college even with a child and get her doctors degree. She was all by herself since my father-who I have never met couldn't handle a kid. I didn't really mind. I never needed a father growing up. So I was fine with just my mom. But I couldn't believe she was doing this to me.
I narrowed my eyes at the back of my moms head. She was completely ridiculous sometimes. Not that I wasn't either.
You had two choices with me- you can either get on my bad side from the start, and I'll be a bitch to you always. Or, you can get on my good side from the start, and we'll see if I like you from there.
I wasn't always the kindest person and I knew that. But I didn't care. I liked who I was. Sides, I learned it from the best-my mother. My mom was only 35. And here I was almost 18. My mom was a witty, sarcastic bitch but god did I love her.
But right now, oh right now did I hate her.
I put my earphones in to drown out the horrible music my mom had blasting from the radio.
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"Casey! Get your ass up and get some of your boxes from the trunk, the movers already have some of our stuff set up." My mom shook my shoulders.
When did I fall asleep?
When I refused to move from the car my mom grabbed my hand and jerked me out of my seat.
"Don't be difficult. Just get some damn boxes!" She tryed to use what she calls her 'mother voice'. Frankly, she acted more like a teenager than a mother.
I rolled my eyes at her and smiled sweetly. "Yes, old hag."
She looked up from the trunk and stuck her tongue out at me.
"Watch it little girl."
Me and my mom had this relationship where she would call me a bitch and I'd call her grandma, and so on. And then we'd run out of names to use so we (being the classy ladies that we are), flipped eachother off. We were kidding of course, but it's always been like this.
I picked up a box full of CD's and stacked another on top of it. As I walked towards our new beat up house it dawned on me that my life was starting over. I'd never see my old friends that I grew up with again. And I have to start fresh in a new school. The new girl. I groaned, my life was so ruined.
Thanks mommy dearest.
A/N: Soooooooo? Review!