I looked over my shoulder for – what felt like- the millionth time. I was currently sitting in a café, only half filled with people. None of which I was looking for.

I scooted a little more to the right, feeling uncomfortable in the middle of the room of women and men. To me, every time in public it feels like everyone is judging me, whether they are doing the judging in their head, or whispering it to their partners.

I sighed and looked out the window, to my left – seeing myself in the refection. Messy brown bed-head hair, dull brown eyes, and an uncomfortable look on my face that made me look like I had to go to the restroom or something.

I chuckled a bit at that. Looking past the other me, I saw the not-so-busy streets of a late night Forks Washington.

I am only 14, but my mother use to say that I was born middle aged. After she and my father got a divorce while I was in diapers – then she just left us. My mother, Renée, left with a rich man. I haven't heard from her since.

Charlie has been a pretty good father… And mother. He was with me when I bought my first bra, first time PMS shopping – and oh boy! We found out what I need when PMSing. Chocolate. Lots and lots of creamy, milk chocolate.

It was summer vacation. For about one more week. Then it would be my first day of high school. I honestly didn't know what to expect, only thinking it would be like middle school but different things to study and more classes.

The week flew by faster than what I would have liked. But, due to all the stress, I have slept more than I have been awake.

I got dressed for bed. This would be the last night of summer vacation this year... That was always a saddening thought. Well, always meaning right now.

I fell asleep faster than I thought I would, but all the while, hoping it would be a good day tomorrow.

I sat up slowly feeling dreadful of lunch that was coming up in a few minutes. Now everyone in the cafeteria might have a sneak - peek of upcoming klutziness. I could just hide up in the library, but I was curious of the students that lived here, and how much it was different of Forks middle school.

Let's hope I don't take too long to upload again c: