AN: I just want to try writing a story.

~AddieKing~

What exactly is the point of summer assignments? I never understood it. Work that involved your brain should be done during the school year. Not before. So here I am. Miserable and tired, computer on my lap staring mindlessly at a blank word document that would soon turn into the most fascinating composition about my summer reading book.

I hope.

Distractions were everywhere. To my right the clock ticks in its rhythm and downstairs I could hear the humming of my laundry machine.

"Arrghh!" I cry out in utter frustration. "Screw. This. Shit."

I roll off the mattress. Turn on the radio. And stare at the ceiling. What is my life about? I have no idea.

"Isabella Marie Swan! Downstairs now!"

I sighed. Charlie made a big fuss about everything. Being the chief officer of Forks all eyes where on him. Which meant that he needed to have the "perfect life" as a model to everyone in this little town. As his daughter, this meant that I needed to be perfect- perfect grades, perfect manners, perfect life. I rolled my eyes and made my way downstairs. Life was just so boring.

"I. SA. BELL. A" Fuck. This time my name was sounded out into syllables. I must have done something horrifying to make Charlie this mad. My mind reeled into possibilities. Maybe he found out about…. Just kidding. I'm the perfect daughter. There was no way I had done anything wrong.

"Coming. Coming. Iron your panties so you don't get them stuck into a knot." Just as I finished saying that I entered the kitchen where Charlie was fuming. His red face and stiff posture was the only thing that made my eyes drop to the floor and my mouth sealed.

"I COME HOME TO SEE THIS?! The dishes aren't done and I bet your room is a mess!" I thought back to what my room looked like at the current moment. Damn it. He's right. "…and you haven't even vacuumed all the floors!"

Ever since Renee, my mother, left us I've been in charge of all the cooking, cleaning, and washing. In other words I was basically a teenage housegirl. Charlie always expected the house to be impossibly neat and clean and have dinner on the table by the time he came home at night otherwise I got the longest lecture imaginable. So I got one every day. Go figure.

"ISABELLA SWAN ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?" I look up only to see a red faced Charlie waving his finger at me. I have the decency to look ashamed. Charlie sucked in a lungful of air and sighed. "I know that things haven't been great lately but we have to make do." He shifts his weight from one foot to another. "I just want things to be just the way it was before…"

Please don't cry and melt down. Please don't melt down then cry. This is my new mantra to keep him in check.

"Don't worry Dad I'll do everything just like I promised." I say while giving him a smile I didn't feel and a hug I didn't care for.

Live cannot get any worse than this.