I close my eyes against the impact of hundreds of talking teenagers surrounding me; the joy of school, not. Ok so maybe my life's not so bad but it's not easy that's for sure. I wonder if I punch the next girl who complains about her boyfriend or asks her friend if her hair looks alright I might get a few days away from this place. Sounds like a good plan actually. Now just who will be the victim to my temper this bright morning?

"Hey Tob!" the familiar sound of my one and only friend Luca sounds from behind me. Turning around I look at her smug face at catching me off guard. As she scans my face her smirk turns quickly into a thin line of disapproval. "Tobby, the guy can't be so bad that you have to take your anger out on the school population," she shakes her head and leans back onto the railing behind her.

How does she do that? "How'd you know what I was planning?" I ask eyeing her carefully.

Giggling softly to herself she starts the long walk towards our lockers. As always I follow two steps behind. "You're just predictable. Monday you argue with the teachers, Tuesday you punch some poor girl in the face and Friday you're always on edge and say less than normal."

"I am not predictable. And what happened to Wednesday and Thursday?" I argue barely keeping the two steps between us.

"You're never here for me to tell. Every Tuesday you get suspended for two days," she sighs, "You know my popularity means nothing to me so do you have to keep up the distance thing?"

"We've had this discussion many a time before Luca and my patience is wearing thin already. If it would make you happy I'll only punch someone who deserves it."

"No one at this school deserves to have your fist connect with their face. Just say goodbye before you leave, ok?"

"What are you talking about?"

Stopping she turns around and stares hard at me, "Just promise me Tobby."

"Ok, ok," I surrender holding my hands up before continuing, "I don't care but usually you hate to be late for first period."

Giving me a quick glare she storms off towards the lockers again. Matching her stride I close my eyes again to try to ignore the pain as someone bumps into my shoulder. Perhaps sneaking out last night wasn't my brightest idea of the century. Opening my eyes as we walk into the crowded hallway of our first period building we head straight for our lockers. As routine I lean against my locker and pretend to look out the window at the river below.

Opening her locker Luca begins to whisper, "You're to go to the principal's office before the first bell and she asks you don't send anyone to sick bay with a broken nose on the way."

Frowning I ask, "What does your mother want Luca? I haven't done anything."

Slamming her locker shut she glares at my stiff form. "She's kept you at this school as long as she can Tobby. I'm surprised she's managed to keep you here for two and a half years as it is. Michael wants to send you off to boarding school in Florida. Knowing you won't survive there with your rebellious behaviour mother managed to get your mother to agree to leave you money and ship you off to a small town in Washington United States of America, Forks. Mother will tell you the rest when you go see her. Be easy on her Tob she really has done the best she can."

Turning slowly I look at her tear streaked face. "Don't cry Luca. I'll try to be nice. But I do ask you forget me, ok? Can you do that for me?"

More tears run down her face as she slowly nods. I stand up straight and start to walk past her. Before I can pass she pulls me into a quick hug and runs off before I can say anything further. I hope she's ok. But I guess it's time for me to go see the principle again. Well at least I won't get any questioning look from anyone on the way, if they even notice.

Not bothering to nock I walk into her office slamming the door shut before I take up my usual spot against the wall next to the door. Crossing my arms I glare into the eyes of the woman who has hated me since the day she laid eyes on me. Eyeing my uniform she shakes her head and places a cream folder at the front of her desk before turning back to her computer screen.

"It wouldn't kill you to wear the formal uniform for once Miss Brandon," She says eyeing the school's sports top and tracksuit pants that were faded from the continued use of the two and a half years I've worn them.

"Have you not said that every time I've walked into your office Melissa?" I contradict as our usual routine proceeds.

Returning her usual glare at the use of her first name by a student she opens the folder so I can see the birth certificate inside. As I scan over it I'm not surprised to see it's mine. "Your mother has left you money in your bank account and will supply money to it when you're of need of it. You're now of your own accord meaning your mother and step father has signed papers that make you legally responsible of yourself when you turn the age of fifteen. As it is you will be fifteen in two days. Tonight you will board a plane to Seattle in Washington USA. Once you have landed there you are on your own. You've got to find your own way to Forks and a place to live. Get settled in and you're required to attend school by Monday next week. And let me tell you Miss Brandon that if you continue your behaviour at this school, suspension will not be your punishment. If you don't control your temper you will be sitting afternoon detentions. One hour per teacher Miss Brandon."

Fuck that shit. If they think that by holding me hostage at the school after hours will stop my temper outbursts they better be ready for disappointment.

"It seems you managed to hold your temper on the way here Miss Brandon I ask you to do the same on the way out," Melissa orders holding out the now closed folder towards me. Leaning forward I take the folder from her and turn to leave. "And Miss Brandon," she calls as I grab the handle to the door. "You're plane is in four hours so don't waste time in getting to the airport, use a cab to get there."

Not turning around I yank the door open and head towards the Brisbane River. Folder in hand I stop off at the sports shed and grab one of those water proof bags from the change room. It's not like who ever owns this bag will even notice it's gone. Stuffing the folder into the bag I kneel down and undo the laces on my sneakers. Slipping them off, I put them in the bag as well than zip the bag up. Buckling it around my stomach I continue on my way to the pontoon belonging to the school.

Reaching the pontoon I stand on the edge and check for passing boats. Checking the wind I find the nearest boat five minutes away. Good, plenty of time for me to swim across. Not wasting anytime I dive in and start swimming across the river to Michael's house.

Always wanted to do this; the feel of the water rushing in and out towards the sea relaxed my muscles completely. I remember the day I told Luca that I planned to swim home on my last day at that school. She had gone nuts saying that a shark would eat me before I got across. Of course I had just laughed and told her I was too fast to ever get eaten by a shark. It wasn't a total lie. For some reason animals don't attack me so the only animal I've got to worry about is humans.

Grabbing hold of the back fence I pull myself out of the water and over the fence. Walking over to the big old oak tree I prepare to jump and grab my house keys. Exhausted from last night's run I miss it the first few times before I grab them and pull them off the branch with my weight, landing on all fours.

Walking under the stairs I unlock the door to my room. Leaving the door open for some natural light I head straight for my wardrobe and pull two backpacks out. Strip from my wet clothes and change into black cargo pants, a black singlet and a plain black hoodie. Moving to my desk I turn on my laptop and take my iphone out of the draw along with the headphones. Closing that draw I open the one below it and take out my sketch pad, led pencil, sharpener and rubber. Putting them in one bag I move back to the laptop and open up Google. I type in 'what is the weather in Forks Washington USA?' Opening up the first website I read the only sentence on the screen.

The small town of Forks, Washington USA with a population of 3120 sees very little sunshine and it rains constantly.

Well that answers my question about the weather. Now how do I get from Seattle to Forks? Pressing the shortcut to Google maps I type into the new search engine, 'Seattle to Forks Washington'. A map comes onto the screen and I look to the right of it and read that it's only 148miles. One backpack it is then.

Shutting the laptop off, I shut it and place it on top of my sketch pad. Chucking the other backpack back into the wardrobe and pick up another plain black hoodie, black cargo plants, three more black singlet's, a bunch of underwear, bras and socks. Picking up the water proof bag I had discarded earlier I take out the folder. Opening it I flick through the pages and quickly find my flight information, take out the documents and place the folder behind the sketch pad for later use. Zipping up the bag I pull out my black and white converses from under the bed. Tying them up smoothly and quickly, I throw the bag over my head and shoulder and adjust the strap so it fits snug against my back. Grab my skateboard from its spot against the wall by the door and walk out the door without a second glance back.