That was the last straw. The others I didn't mind, but now J.T.? I couldn't stand being here any longer. I didn't want to be alone.

During the last few months, all of my friends had suddenly changed. They would start to feel sick, disappear for a week or two, and finally come back. But they would avoid me and they friend who hadn't yet changed. First Aida, then Eyn, now J.T.? I couldn't handle it anymore.

And the worst part was the look. Every time I passed them at school or in town, they looked at me with this weird expression. Staring. Their eyes were sad, but waiting. Waiting for something. It gave me the chills.

So, instead of staying here in La Push and dealing with this, I decide to move down to Forks, the small town a few miles from here. I knew Charlie Swan, grandpa Billy's friend, would help me adjust in Forks.

I had enough money to rent an apartment. My job at the local book store paid well. I would get a small apartment, since I didn't need much room to live. Just a place for a bed, T.V., and my small wardrobe. Plus, a kitchen would be nice.

But I guess the worst part was breaking it to my parents. I was going to move out eventually, and I was old enough now. But i could still hear their reactions to come when I tell them. Mom would say '17 was too young', and dad would just sit in his chair, fuming. But I had to tell them. I breathed in slowly and gathered my courage.

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My parents are so predictable. They said all the things I predicted. I sat them down and prepared for the fireworks.

"Mom, Dad," I started, " I've been thinking. And, well, I've decided that I'll be moving to Forks." I looked at their faces. It seems it took a few seconds for it to register.

"W-what did you say?" my mother, Rachel, stuttered. Victor, my father, gave me an angry gaze. His French temper always shows up quickly.

"I'm moving to Forks, mom." I said again. Rachel shook her head sadly and Victor sat in his chair. He rubbed his temples.

"No." He muttered.

"But dad, listen. I've already found an apartment. The rent is cheep." I handed them the listing about the one room apartment with a small kitchen. Victor didn't even look at it. Rachel glanced at it for afew minutes. "And it's in the same complex as Aaron. So you can send him to check up on me whenever." I figured that mentioning the fact that Aaron, my older brother, would be near by would calm them abit.

"It doesn't matter," Victor said, still a little irritated, his French accent heavier now, "You are not moving out!" I pouted. Rachel finally looked up from the paper.

"But I really need to get out of here." I told him. Victor just shook his head. Rachel then grabbed my wrist and led me to the kitchen.

"Sara, why do you want to move?" She asked. I looked at my feet and thought about what to say.

"It's..... complicated." I replied. She gave me her thinking expression and nodded.

"I see." she walked back to the living room, signaling not to follow. I sat in one of the oak chairs around the kitchen table. Tracing the design in the back of chair while I waited. Soft mummers coming from the other room.

The design was a forest. I wasn't sure if the trees were pine or cider. It was night, faint bumps represented the stars and a full moon as in the right corner. And in the middle, was a large, howling wolf.

It's fur had been painted russet. Shortly after Rachel got the chairs. She told me the wolf was suppose to represent Uncle Jacob. She did it as a symbol of hope when Jacob had disappeared after receiving an invitation to Charlie's daughter's wedding. Rachel said he returned the day of the wedding.

I wondered, as I traces the wolf, why allot of the Quileute legends involved wolves. Why they suggested that the Quileute could "become" wolves. Such silly, superstitious stories.

After tracing the design for the forth time, Victor and Rachel called me to the living room. I walked to the chair across from Victor. Rachel motioned for me to sit, so I did.

Victor hesitated and sighed. " We 'ave talked it over. And ve will, reluctantly, allow you to move to Forks." He rubbed his temples again

"Just remember, you can always come back if you need to, Sara." Rachel patted my shoulder. Score! Now I could get out of here!

"Thanks mom, dad! Love you!" I said S I hugged them and ran to pack. Even if they had said no, I would still go. I had already rented it.

After I finished packing, which didn't take long since I was over half way done before asking, Rachel and I loaded my bed, T.V, and boxes full of stuff into Victor's truck and my old convertible. I drove my car while Victor and Rachel rode in the truck.

I listened to some 60's rock during the 20 minute drive to Forks. Most of the songs were by the Beetles. The apartment building was a few miles from Forks High, so I got a peek at my new school.

Aaron was waiting for us when we arrived. He was on the balcony in front of my apartment, my door opened wide, and the keys swinging in his fingers. I parked in front of my apartment on the street. "Took you long enough." Aaron yelled down as walked up the stairs. When I got to the top, we hugged. "Long time no see."

"Yeah. You haven't been down in La Push for a long time." We looked over the balcony. The view was beautiful. The forest that surrounded Forks was across the street, a few feet from the sidewalk. The low fog gave it a mysterious edge.

Our parents soon arrived. I guess they went to check up on Grandpa Billy on the way. "Can you believe they let me move out?" I grinned at Aaron. He smile back and nodded.

"Mom, Pop, up here!" Aaron called to our parents. Victor gave his greeting nod and Rachel waved. They joined us on the balcony. "So shall I gave you guys a tour of the apartment?"

"C'es. I vould like to see zeh place your sister will reside now." Victor said, and before Aaron could lead him in, Victor was in the apartment. I looked at Rachel. She shrugged and followed him inside. Aaron and I entered afterwards.

The apartment was small. The walls were a dark wine color. A small bar separated the kitchen from the rest of the room. The bathroom, which included a small shower, was to the left of the door. On the bar, there were several boxes of pizza. I guess Aaron ordered it in case we got hungry while we unpacked. Which was a very good idea. My stomach was already grumbling.

After eating a slice or two, we started to move stuff in. Aaron and Victor brought the bed in first. And it didn't take long for Rachel and I to put it together. The, we started to unload the boxes.

That's when I first saw him.

I was unloading my T.V. when I noticed a young boy, around my age I believe, walking across the street. He seemed to be listening to an Ipod or something. He laid against one of the trees at the forest edge. Eyes closed. I immediately noticed how beautiful he was. The boy had pale skin. All the people of Forks were pretty pale, but he was way paler than the others. As a light breeze blew by, I noticed his hair was platinum blond, almost pure silver.

I continued to stare at him until his eyes popped open and met my gaze. I turned away and felt my cheeks grow warm. I hopped out of the truck's bed and carried the T.V. into the apartment. I set it on the small dresser. Aaron had given, and walked back to the truck. He was still there, but his eyes were closed again. Still listening to his music. Still still as a statue.

It took a while to get the rest of the boxes up stairs. Since I would stare at the pale boy for awhile and Victor, Aaron, or Rachel would have to snap me back.

Finally, we were done. We started to eat the rest of the pizza. I went outside and stood on the balcony. He was still there. Still listening. Still still as a statue. Then I looked at the cars and noticed I misses a box. I was in the back seat of my convertible. "We missed one." I said. Aaron came out and saw it.

"I'll go get it." He replied.

"No, you helped enough. I'll get it." I stopped him. He gave me a puzzled look and lifted one eyebrow.

"You sure? It looks heavy."

"Positive."

"Alright." Aaron walked back inside. I finished the slice of pizza in my hand and headed to the car.

The box was a little bigger than I thought it was. It was full of my bathroom necessities and some other stuff. Tooth brush, tooth paste, brush, eyeliner, white eye shadow, etc. I lifted it out of the convertible and set it on the ground, thinking of a way to carry it upstairs. I then noticed that the pale boy was watching me.

At first, I thought he was looking at something else, but after moving to the hood of my car, I saw his eyes follow me. I wasn't sure if I was flattered or creeped out. I just shook it off, picked up the box, and headed for the stairs.

It all happened quickly then. I was climbing the stairs, barely able to see where I was going, and I stepped wrong or something. All I knew was that I was falling backwards on the staircase. But before my body could slam against the stairs, someone caught me.

When I looked up to see who caught me, I expected it to be one of my family members. But it wasn't. The sliver hair in his face let me know that it was the boy from across the road. I felt my face grow warmer.

He pushed me up the stairs. His hands were icy cold against my back. When we got to the top, I set the box down and looked at him. "Um… Thank you. For catching me down there, I mean." I said. I looked into his eyes. They were a dark shade of topaz.

"Be careful next time, okay?" He said. He turned and walked away. It was rude and it ticked me off. What was with his attitude?! But before I could say anything, he was gone. I ran down stairs and looked for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Who was that guy?

"Hey, what's taking so long?" I heard Aaron yell from upstairs. I ran up and grabbed the box. I set it in the bathroom and then sat on my bed. Victor and Rachel were about to leave.

"You take care. Love you sweetie." Rachel gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. Victor gave a small smile and hugged me too. And they were gone. I watched them drive away on the balcony. Aaron left shortly after, reminding me he was a few doors down before leaving. I turned on the T.V. and watched it on my bed. I soon fell asleep.

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It was dimly lit in my room. My alarm clock buzzed in my ear. It was seven o'clock in the morning, about forty-five minutes before school started. I sat on the edge of my bed and stretched. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My blond hair had a bad case of bed head. I brushed it out and started my morning routine. After applying my black eyeliner and the other light amount of make up, I went to my wardrobe.

I picked out jeans and a black sweater. I quickly dressed and strapped on my boots. I grabbed a pop tart and ran out the door. I revved my car to life and drove the short drive to school.

It was 7:25 when I arrived, so the student parking lot was half way full when I got there. I parked as close as I could to the front office. I quickly grabbed my book bag and headed to the office. And it wasn't hard to find.

When I entered, there was a red haired lady with glasses waiting. I stopped in front of her desk and she look at me with a smile, "May I help you, dear?"

"Yeah, I'm Sara Sinclair. I need my schedule." She nodded and searched through some papers on her desk.

"Here you are, dear. Don't you think it's a little late to transfer to a new school?" She was right. School was going to end in a few months, but that wasn't going to stop me from escaping La Push.

"Yeah, but I guess things just happen." I said, throwing in a chuckle.

"I guess so. Oh, remember to have this signed." She handed me a slip with period numbers. I nodded and exited the office. Then I saw him again.