God has answered my prayers. I am finally leaving this place. No more scorching sun. No more long hours in traffic. No more worried of hurricanes. And most of all, no more snotty neighbors who only had their minds set on when the new Marc Jacob heels would come out. I was sick and tired of Miami, Florida. Sick and tired of the rich kids who spent their days yelling at their parents for money, and spending it recklessly, and then spent their evenings and night partying at exclusive clubs and getting drunk. I was never one of those kids, although my parents wouldn't have care. Then again, my parents wouldn't have cared if I jumped off a bridge; as long as I was in this seasons fashion and that I did it "gracefully", what ever the hell that means. Sometimes I wonder if my parents even care about me. The only affection they show is the fake smiles plastered on their faces when we pose for family photos or shots for the local newspaper. My parents were practically celebrities around here, and I hated every second of it. That's why I was jumping with joy when I was told my family would be moving to a tiny town in Washington State, can't remember the name. Hopefully being away from all these designer shops, yacht shows, and stuck up people, will open up their minds a little and make them realize their daughter needs real actual parents. The "Glamorous" life was taking a toll on me. Being Natalie Walton was not easy. Everyone expected me to be like my parents. Well sorry if I find better use for money than 500 and 900 shoes. And trust me, I have way better things to do than attend gala after gala after gala. Seriously, I want to get down on my knees and thank God for getting me out of here.

As I looked around, I realized I actually did have room to get down on my knees. I was currently seated in a first class seat on my way to Forks, Washington. ( I still don't understand where the name came from). My Aunt Stacy, my moms older sister, had fallen ill and needed help raising her kids. Her husband, my Uncle Phil, has passed away a couple of years ago. My mom could never deny her older sister and made plans for us to move there immediately. My dad would come to help us settle down then return to Miami to continue managing his computer software company, Walton Enterprises. So here I sat, trying to figure out what my parents would do if I got out of my seat and starting kissing the ground. Ahhh they'd probably have a heart attack, I chuckled to myself. Glancing out the window, I caught a glimpse of dark heavy clouds. Hmmm…rain on my arrival day. Is this Forks way of welcoming me? I kept my thoughts to myself the whole way. Even after we got off the plane, were greeted by my oldest cousin, Brian, and even as we each personally greeted my aunt at their small but cozy home in the middle of Forks. It wasn't until I saw my aunts only daughter and my favorite family member that I exploded.

" Sophia!!"

"Natalie!!"

And I ran into the arms of the one person who truly understood me.


A.N So here's the first chapter to my first story. I have such an awesome plot ready for this story and I honestly can't wait to write it. I'm already in the middle of Chapterr Two, so please please please REVIEW. I like to know what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong.

Thank You!