i do own twilight if you dont just enjoy anyway

The world is lopsided

Chapter 1 - in a nut shell

Port Angeles is a weird place, cold, wet, but that's where I'm moving. My choice has been made. I'm going to live with my mum. I've always been a daddy's girl but its time to move on and if that means living with my mum then so be it. I'll miss my flat where I lived with my dad. The sound of cars going past, the easy life, my friends, my school and most of all, my dad. He got a job in England a wile back and has been putting it off until he found a stable place for me to stay, I hope he doesn't feel to guilty about it. This job is a major promotion and I'll be able to visit him sometimes in between semesters so he doesn't need to worry. I'll be fine. My dad and my mom hasn't spoke much since the divorce and I've spoke even less to her then he has, I never did get round to forgiving her for walking out on us. But apparently she is exited about me coming and has already got me into a school near by. I just hope I fit in well enough as I'm probably going to be the tannist person there, as I just happen to come from Florida. The most sunniest place in the whole of America. My dad try's but he never did master the love us girls have for there mothers. Oh silly me I forgot to mention I'm Elisabeth Beth Jackson.

The flight was long and restless. One reason for this is, I'm frightened of heights. I can hardly go down the stairs without holding on to the banister because of the height of it. The other reason is I hate planes. They are accident prone. Ever since my ant Lou died in one, on the way to a 5 star holiday. I never have been able to stand planes. But as mom's house is at least 3000 miles away I don't think I could drive it. I don't even think my Golf can make it that far! So suffer I must.

Mom was waiting at the airport for me as soon as I arrived. As my Golf is at home looks like mom will be driving me around, or borrow me the keys so I could drive my self. She'd changed. Quite a lot id say. She no longer had her long brown curls, or natural look. She had a straight blond bob and had plastered her face with make up. I'm surprised I even recognised her. I'm even more surprised she recognised me. I hadn't stopped changing since she left but there she was with her beautiful smile.(unfortunately I was more like my dad and he wasn't much a looker ) blue eyes, curly brown hair, tall and slim. Next to my mom I looked like a tramp, In my ripped jeans, sneekers and tank top and her in a skirt, hight heels and strap top. I probably looked like her mom and her my daughter not a pretty sight. She ran excitedly towards me and gave me an awkward hug.

On the car ride she talked....and talked....and talked. I had forgotten how chatty she was. All I ready needed to do is nod in agreement every 5 minutes. Mostly she told me about the reservation where she lived and how cute the boys were there but I was so tired from the trip I didn't hear most of what she said past little house and own bathroom. When I woke up we were still In the car apparently I had only slept for 20 minutes but It felt like forever. Finally we had arrived to her little house right near a beach (I think it was called La Push) the rain drizzled around the cottage as I slowly walked up the staircase to my new room. I had to admit my mum had style.

A rock chick pink filled the walls and bed covers. I could get used to this. As my mum faintly mentioned earlier, I had my own bathroom, which was good.

this is my second story but as my first wasnt very good i hope this one is better chapter 2 coming soon

makayla