"Molly! Wake up, hun. We're here," ma shook me awake.

"Huh. . . ?" I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. We're here now. In damn Forks, Washington. My brother just has to go to college in Washington. Asshole. So, my family moved from our small town in Tennessee to this bigger small town to be 'closer to Scooter.' He's nineteen, he'll survive on his own! And we came in the fucking summer! So 'Scooter could be familiar to the area before college.' Pfft.

Let me tell you about myself. I'm Molly, a fourteen year old southern girl. My vocabulary consists of sarcasm, curses, and southern slang. I play basketball and don't play football for the school cause the school board members wouldn't let me. P.S. Screw y'all for that. I love to read and write. I wanna be a medical doctor when I grow up, like my brother Tyler is gonna be. I have blonde curly hair, five foot eleven inches tall, and greenish blue eyes.

I also have two brothers. Chris is back home with his family. His wife is Crystal and his kids are Garrett Michael, Ian Christopher, McKinly Hope, and Sophie Leigh. I'm gonna miss them, but ma said I could visit every 2 months and on birthdays. Thank you ma! My other brother is Tyler, the one that's making us move here for college. Okay, he's not making us. As I stated before, Tyler's nineteen! He can master college by himself, right?

I watched my daddy as he unhooked my baby from his Dogde. My baby is my Shelby Super Snake. Then, I got out of my ma's car as soon as Tyler pulled up in his Ford F150.

"Hey, ass monkey, " Tyler came up and ruffled my hair. I flipped him the bird and stuck my tongue out at him as he chuckled. Don't you love of brother-sister relationship? Cause I do. I tell Ty everything.

"Fine, see if you get that piggy back ride now," Tyler said then started to walk away.

"Wait! I want my piggy back ride now," I pouted, it always works on him.

"Fine, hop on ass monkey," Tyler's six foot three inch frame bent down for me to jump on.

"Here y'all, take this to the neighbors," ma gave us two cakes for the neighbors. I was now on Scooter's shoulders balancing the trays in my hands as we headed to the old lookin' white house. We, or well Tyler, knocks on the door. A man in his thirties or forties answers, looking startled. I mean, who wouldn't when you answer your front door to see a teen on another teen's shoulders with a cake in one of em's hands?

"Howdy Chief Swan. We're your new neighbors. I'm Molly and this is my brother Tyler. Here we made ya a cake. Hope you enjoy it," I said this with a smile as Tyler bent down so I could hand him the chocolate cake. "Oh, and thanks for your service."

"Uh, no problem. Thank you for the cake," and with that he waved and shut his door.

Our next neighbors were the Smith couple, nice old people that (for some weird reason) didn't even pay attention to my way of transportation. Ha. I told them 'bout the same thing I told Chief Swan. We headed back home to unpack.

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Holy shoot, it's been about a hour and I have about ninety percent of my room unpacked. Thank goodness we didn't have to paint anything. The family that was here before had a daughter. So, my room's walls are yellow, aqua, neon green, and neon orange. I'm guessing the girl was fucking crazy or really, really bubbly. Even more bubbly than my friend Jayna. That's bad. Speaking of friends, I have neglected to check my phone.

As I unlocked my LG Versa, I saw I had ten unread messages.

Hey Moose! How's Fucks, Washington?

Reggie always knows how to make me laugh. Tyler's friend does that to me.

Moooose! Washington treating you right?

Kyle is crazy. Sigh. I love him, though.

My Biiioootchh! What's up? Any hot Quileute natives around Forks? If so snag me one! :]

Kayla would only say that. Man, I miss her.

You just had to leave didn't you? You fucking suck! Love you.

Victoria said that, she too emotional.

You fucking suck, you know. Tor hasn't stopped crying and it sucks. Come back. Pretty Please? For me? I'll love you forever and ever.

I will reply to Austin with a fuck you. Ha!

Hey Moll. How's Forks? Hope you ain't as sad as we are! Love you, sis.

Abbi is the only one of us that don't curse often. Just when she's really mad. I'll miss her most, I think.

Hellloooo friend! I love you! Matt says hi, he misses you, too, and that he'll never find another ball player like you! We love ya! Matt said he loves ya, too! Oh, and Ashlee said hi and love ya! :D AND, Chase said hey and that he'll miss you and love you!

Jayna sent this one, the longest text in the history of the world. Matt's her oldest brother and Ashlee's his wife. Coach and Mrs. F are awesome. You hear screaming from the crowd at ball games, it's most likely Mrs. F.

Molly! What's up, chick friend? You know, you need to fucking hang out with more girls. Haha. J/k.

Blake, you're dead. Chick friend? Seriously? Asshole. . .

Shit, I can't grasp it in my head that you're gone. Love you! =D

Aww, Alahna! I love her.

Hey Molly! How's Washington? It's sooo different without you here. I'm sad. I actually cried for the first time since I was 11.:[ Miss and love ya!

When Tristan is sad, it's bad. She's tough to crack.

I replied to all the messages quickly, telling them about Forks and the bubbly colors of my room. I'll miss my friends, but I'll keep in touch with em.

I remembered when my parents told me we were moving that Kayla and I did some research about Forks, and that there was a beach in a neighboring town called La Push. Wonder if mom would drive me. . .

"Ma," I raced down the steps.

"In here Moll," Follow her voice Moll.

"Marco?" I laughed.

"Polo!" Ma smiled as she jumped out of her and daddy's bedroom.

"I love you, mommy. . ." I smiled sweetly.

"Ah damn, how much is it gonna cost me?"

"Just some gas and air pollution," I chuckled.

"Fine," she laughed along. "Where to?"

"There's a beach in La Push. You know, the Quileute Reservation?" she nodded." I wanted to go since it ain't raining."

"Are you sure it's for the beach and not the boys?" Ma was still laughing.

"Yeah. . . Why?" I answered.

"I've saw those Quileute boys around. Big muscles, always walking around without shirts on," ma was smirking.

"You know me better than that momma," I laughed.

"Yup, you're all about the three b's: boys, books, and basketball."

"You're crazy," we were walking out the door now.

"Where do you think you get it from?"

"Very funny."

"Can we take your c-"

"NO!" Ma knew better than to ask if we could take my car. No one's allowed to drive it but me after ma and daddy taught me to drive.

"But please, Moll. I wanna go faaast!" she did her best puppy look, I cracked.

"Fine," I said, "but you can't get over seventy." She pouted some more. "No."

Ma mumbled under her breath as she jumped in my car's driver seat. Damn it. My car is gonna die.

We sped to La Push at exactly seventy miles per hour. By the way, the speed limit was sixty. I'm surprised we didn't get pulled over by our neighbor. Eh, it's Sunday. Chief might not work on Sunday. I dunno.

"The directions from Google said to turn. . . THERE!" I pointed at the road as ma made a sharp curve. Good Lordy.

You could smell the salt water through the open windows as we headed down the last road. I love that smell. It's so calming and relaxing. Or are they the same thing? Whatever. . .

"See ya ma. I got my phone, so I'll call when I'm ready to leave. Love you."

"See ya later Moll. Love you, too." I watched my mother speed away, silently praying for my car.

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I walked down the beach, looking at everything and nothing. That's until I noticed him. He had shiny black hair that glistened. His russet skin matched perfectly with his black- like eyes. Look away Moll. Look away, you're staring! Did I mention he was shirtless? Damn it Molly! Stop looking!