I do not own Twilight

I sigh sitting up in my bed. Not really my bed though. More like my best friends bed. Soon to be thousands of miles away best friend. Okay some maybe not thousands but it'll feel like thousands, that's for sure. I sigh and I look over at Abby. She's been my best friend for two years. But I feell like we've known each other for way longer. Anyone with a BFF knows what I'm talking about. And now I'm moving away. All because my mother wants to "reconnect" with her heritage. Bullshit.

Abby opens her eyes and rolls over looking at me. I laugh. "Your hair looks like crap." I tell her. "Really? Because I thought that people wake up with perfect hair. Are you sure that's not how it works?" I can't help but smile and laugh. Abs is the Queen of sarcasm. "That only works for people with good hair." I state back. I am her protégé.

She hates how thick and unruly her hair is. "Bitch." she snaps. If I didn't know her I would think she was serious. It's a good thing I do know her. I turn the channel of the TV we fell asleep watching like we always do at sleepovers. "Viva La Bam is on." I say turning to MTV. We sit and laugh our asses of at everything Bam Margera does with his crew. And we wish we could meet them.

We skillfully avoid the subject of me moving until we are back at my house and we are standing outside the car crying and hugging each other goodbye. Abs isn't one to show her soft side much. And neither one of us are comfortable with other people crying so we both tend to stay away from emotional things. But when you're leaving your best friend in the entire world, The only best friend you've ever had, it's a little hard to hold back the floodgates. Just a tad bit difficult is all.

I sigh as I listen to Shannon go on and on about how she's going to miss her friends and how she'll never reach the level of popularity she had and blah blah blah. She's the drama queen of our big family. I crank my iPod up and I listen to The Beastie Boys with a slight smile. The Beastie Boys are my most recent discovery. And they are amazing.

After about an hour it is silent in the car. Which is odd with Shannon around. I turn around in my seat to see her texting fervently on her phone. No doubt talking to one of her shallow best friends. Shannon was the only one in the family that I seriously doubted was born to the same parents as the rest of us. It's like her personality is straight form a movie. And not even a good one.

She's a ditzy blonde who is only concerned with popularity. She's also the biggest drama queen ever on the face of the planet. She can take a broken nail and make it sound as if World War III is starting. I swear it's annoying as hell sometimes. But I must admit she would make a great actress. And I love her to no end. She is after all my little sister.

I move my eyes to our sleeping little brother. The youngest of our large family. The last of my mothers ten, yes ten, children. Timothy is 15. We call him Baby because that is exactly what he is. The Baby. He doesn't mind. I definitely have a soft spot for him. he doesn't object to much. He just goes along with the flow. He just seems to take whatever is thrown his way without much complaint, like this move.

Shannon complained like hell. And got into a huge fight with Mom. She always fights with Mom. About stupid stuff. And I usually smooth things out between them. Timmy just sits back and observes. This move sucks so bad, but Timmy didn't bitch about it. And neither did I. But of course Shannon had to.

It's not Mom's fault. She does her best. She's dealt with a lot. Maybe that's why Timmy just goes along with everything. Because it's easier on Mom. Dad's gone and all the others left too. Dad left when I was only 6. Shannon was 5 and Timmy was 4. I don't mean to talk about just us but, we're all that's still left with Mom.

After Dad left Mom was a mess. And according to Mickey and Shelly she was too difficult to live with. I didn't understand it when they left, but I do now. There's nothing wrong with Mom. She's a good Mom. She just isn't like the old Mom. We can see it because we live with her. But if we didn't I wouldn't think there was anything off. It affects us more than people would think looking in from the outside.

Mom's just lived a hard life is all. She was head over heels for my Dad in high school. They started early. Mickey was born when Mom was only 15 and Timmy was born when Mom was 20. They only took five years to get ten of us. I'll never figure that one out. They eventually got married but not before six, yes six, more of us were born. They got married right before I was born. I'm lucky number 8.

The marriage didn't last and like I said Dad left and Mom has never been the same. Dad left Mom with nine of us. He took The Favorite, as we call the other child we never really got to know. We don't speak of him much. He was Dad's favorite. That's why he took him when he left. He was Mom's favorite too. No matter how much she denies it. That's why she doesn't want to talk about him.

I guess I should talk about my siblings. Let's go from oldest to youngest. Michael, or Mickey, was first. Then Michelle, Shelly. Next it was the triplets Todd, Bradley, and The Favorite. Then the twins Laura and Jackson. Next was me. Then Shannon. And finally Timothy. And that's the ten my mom and Dad had. More about them later.

"Maxi. Maxi wake up." I hear a soft voice. I slowly come to and my eyes open. Timmy is standing outside the car knocking on the window. "We're here." He says before turning around and walking away. I groggily climb out the car and I go to stand next to Shannon, Timmy and Mom to look at our new home.

"Well? What do you think?" Mom asks with anticipation. I know she wants us to like it. There is a slight silence where no one speaks. Then Shannon ruins the peace by letting out a loud dramatic groan and stomping back to the car muttering things loudly. Mom follows her with a distressed "Shay?"

I roll my eyes. Timmy comes to stand next to me. "What do you think?" he asks in his soft voice. I sigh. The house is midsized. Not bad but rather old looking. Not at all like our large home in Malibu. Dad was pretty well off. We were okay. Mom still had to work hard to pay the bills though. Dad had given her most of the money for this house. They don't talk.

We move around about once a year. Dad knows so he usually sends a lump sum of cash around the same time every year. It doesn't replace the father figure we missed our entire life but it does help with the mortgage. We had stayed in Malibu for two years. A surprise for us. But a joy. We'd had time to make actual friends. But now here we were back on the move. Which is why this move was so upsetting. Mom told us we were going to be staying in Malibu. But here we are. In La Push, Washington.

"I think it's going to be okay." I say with a small smile to Timmy. He gives a smile back. "You always think it's going to be okay." He says. "And it always is." I reply with another smile. He chuckles and I grab him in a hug, which he returns with love. Timmy's one of my favorite siblings.

Mom sighs coming back over to us. She's stressing out over Shannon as usual. "Shay locked herself in the car and won't come out." Mom tells us. "Don't worry." I say reassuringly. "We'll just take all her clothes inside and she'll have to go in." Timmy says and we all let out a slight laugh. "What do you guys think?" Mom asks still nervous about our opinions.

"It's…cozy." Timmy says with a smile. I give him a smile for trying to cheer Mom up. "Do you like it?" Mom asks still uncertain. "Yeah Mom. We like it." Timmy replies. She looks at us and I nod in agreement. "It's going to be okay." I say giving Mom a smile. She lets out a relieved laugh. "You always think it's going to be okay." She says wrapping me in a hug. I hear Timmy laugh loudly, something he rarely does. "And it always is. Right Max?" he says to me with a grin. "Yup." I reply hugging Mom back fiercely.

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