I couldn't believe what I was hearing; my family had told me we had to move to New York. The concrete jungle, the shopping capital of the U.S, a normal girl would be ecstatic, but me. I was the total opposite. What I felt was anger, shockness and dread. I wanted to tell my parents off and smack them on the head, but that wouldn't make anything better, so I just stood there with my jaw hanging. My mom was the first to break the silence "Sweetheart?" she asked-you could hear the worry in her voice, "Sweetheart" she repeated. I just stood there, staring at her as if I just saw a ghost. "Shayne!" she was getting annoyed. I finally, snapped out of it, I crossed my arms over my chest and asked "What?" "What do you think?" she asked like I was expected to know the question. The shock all came back to me 'What do I think?' 'What do I think?!' what did she think I thought, she new how much I loved Forks and yet she and my dad were standing here telling me we were going to move all the way across the U.S! I was sick to my stomach. "I hate the idea! I won't move all the way across the continent just for…" "My job" my dad answered, "Whatever!" I spat. I knew I was being totally being shallow, and selfish, but I couldn't leave Forks I grew up here all my friends were here! I was so hyperventilated, I could fell the blood rush up to my head, this was too much. My dad knelt down and placed his hand on my shoulder- or tried- the last time my dad had knelt down was in sixth grade when my pet hamster died, I am a sophomore in high school now, a.k.a I'm not as short as I used to be, I admit. When he had to stand up again I let out a small-but not noticeable- chuckle "Kiddo," he started "You have to understand that this is the best, for all of us" I pushed his hand away.

Let out a deep sigh.

Looked him strait in the eye and said "I don't care." I walked toward the door, as he stood there motionless; my mom put her hand on his shoulder and stared at me in horror. I normally was a very nice and kind person, so it was a shock, even for me. I knew I couldn't take back my harsh words, so I just grabbed my book bag and headed toward the door.

The walk to school seemed like torcher. I walk alone so there was nothing to distract me from this morning. Thoughts swirled I in my head. Would my dad ever forgive me? Are they going to see that I hate the idea- which was clearly stated- of moving? Or will they ignore my thoughts and continue with the move? Gee, I hope not. My thoughts were interrupted when a huge gust of wind blew my red-black hair in front of my face, that's when I decided to sprint the rest of my way to class.

When I got to the school parking lot all that was there were the dull colors of the trucks and jeeps with a few shiny cars mixed in, so I figured, everyone was off to class. I scuffed my way to my class room to find nobody there. I look around a few near by classrooms to see if the class had gone to a different room for morning announcements in case the TV broke, I find those as empty as the first. I was starting to get worried. I thought to myself 'Did something happen?" I take a deep breath and convince myself that I'm being silly. I Slowly enter the cafeteria and approach the clear glass window to find the whole school gathered a few blocks down, they were close enough that I could see the scared, worried looks on there faces. Somebody saw me and screamed pointing, I saw a dozen police officers rush toward the school. Something was wrong. I backed up slowly suddenly realizing the eerie feeling closing around me "I got to get out of here" I croaked. I turned to face a big, muscular man dressed in a worn down jacket, screwed up blue jeans and a dark brown hiking boots. He had dirty blond hair tied in a small pony tail in the back. "Why, I'm sorry dear, but im afraid you can't do that" he mocks, his voice is deep and strange, like he has just gotten out of a wrestling match. My palms start to sweat. "W-Why not?" I stammer He doesn't answer; He just reaches into his jacket and pulls out a gun. I'm sure he could hear my heart pounding, I wanted to run but I was paralyzed. He slowly rises to gun toward me. I take my last breath. The last thing I heard were running footsteps getting closer, I was only hoping that they belonged to the police. Then, everything went black

I woke up to a swift breezes and flashing lights. I couldn't hear anything, and all I could feel was a sharp pain in my right shoulder when I tried to move. I would have shrieked in pain, but my throat was dry. Everything was at daze. All I could think about were the last words I had said to my parents, and I wished I could take back all of it.

I awoke again, which seemed to be decades later, to a white background with to figures standing at the foot of what I supposed was a bed. I figured they were my parents. "Mom. Dad." I managed to croak out. "Oh, sweetie" my mom cried "I thought we had lost you." "W-what?" I asked. My memory was blank I couldn't remember anything about why I was here. I heard my mom whisper to my dad "She doesn't remember Dave" It was silent for awhile till my dad finally spoke up "Hey kiddo, you ok?" It wasn't the question I was looking for, but I answered him anyway, "Yea I'm fine dad."

"Good, Good"

Another long silence.

"Umm dad. Mom."

"What is it Shayne?"

I took a breath

"W-what happened?" I finally asked, I seriously needed to take talking lessons I always seemed to stumble on every word I say. My mom and dad stared at each other for a long while. I was getting impatient. I sat up in my bed and repeated myself "What happened?" "Sweetheart, lets not talk about this now" my mom answered. "You need to get some rest" I opened my mouth to protest but then a nurse appeared in the doorway. "Excuse me Mrs. Ever. I need to examine your daughter" My mom nodded and kissed my forehead as she and my father left the room.

The nurse seemed to know what she was doing. She asked me a series of questions consering my shoulder, which I hadn't noticed till she had. She checked my heart rate and placed a plate of mediocre tasting hospital food on the nightstand next to my bed. After she left I stared at my shoulder which was bandaged up. Weren't the supposed to put like a cast on you, instead? I shook my head explaining to myself how this wasn't the issue. I was in a hospital and I had no idea how I got there or why. All I remember was looking for my class then nothing. I let out a deep sigh and waited till I could get out of the hospital and back to my old, normal life and pretend like none of this happened. Then it hit me. Wasn't I supposed to move, to New York? Awe crap.