A lot happened in the short 19 years I have been alive. I've been trying to escape from my trouble, so I decided to move away. I know i sound pitiful for running away but I got tired of having to be the rock that would hold everyone together. I needed to do something more for me for once in my life so I left my home in Oregon to move to a house in Forks, Washington that my grandfather left me and my siblings.

I let out a sigh, and took one last look at Oregon as I passed the boarder to Washington. A single tear rolled down my cheek. My cat meowed and looked up at me. I let his head and he leaned into my hand.

"I love you to Chunk, don't worry about me, I'll be okay."

I didn't stop to sleep on my way to my new home, I just kept on driving. The long highway speeding alongside me. I was passing through Seattle when it started to rain. I made my way through Seattle fairly quickly as it was late at night. I reached Forks at daybreak. I pulled up the driveway and turned off my car.

"We made it to our new home, Chunk."

He gave out his hoarse meow.

I opened the door and he followed me as I walked up to the front door. I pulled the key out of the flower pot. I placed the key in the lock and opened the door to a new beginning. Maybe this will be good for me. I needed to start new.