A/N: Completely AU so if you see anything that is different from the Twilight universe that SM created it was not a mistake it is intentional and that I hope that you like it!

I sat there moving the rest of my food around my plate for a lack of anything better to do. We were trying to eat a decent meal before the 3 – hour flight to Washington, but it's kind of difficult when you have your parents looking at you in disappointment while they wait for an explanation. Zarina had finished a little while ago and was now fiddling with her phone to keep from speaking first.

I let out a small sigh. A little anger was justified for what we did but with the third-degree Mom and Dad were giving us you would have thought we committed a felony. A month ago, when our parents had left for a business trip, we sat down and discussed the plan for a final time. We bought the tickets later that day. 2 weeks ago our transfer papers had been approved and finalized by Forks High School, we had confirmed everything with our aunt and uncle who we would be staying with while Zarina and I were staying in Forks, and had shipped most of our major belongings in boxes to their house. 2 days ago all of the suitcases were packed and we decided to finally tell our parents what we've been doing.

Mom and Dad had gone over their itinerary with us before they left so we knew that around this time they would be in Tokyo, that negotiations for their company would take at least a week, and that the shortest amount of time it would take them to get out of Tokyo and back to Orlando would be 3 days. They usually called at around 9:30 p.m. our time so we decided to tell them then. The conversation was going as it normally did.

"Hey girls!"

"Hi Mom."

"Hold on let me hand it over to your Dad," we heard mom say. The sounds of a closing door and a whispered conversation came through the phone before we heard Dad's voice.

"Hey girls! We just put the both of you on speaker. How are you?"

"We're fine Dad. Just getting ready for bed," Zarina said to Dad as she found me in the room and held up one finger. No, not the one you're thinking about. The finger she held up was the one to indicate the first IQ. IQ stands for the 5 Inevitable Questions (when we're in a bad mood the I stands for either Irritating or Interrogation). These are the five questions that our parents ask us in the beginning of every conversation. Without fail. The day that our parents don't ask these questions they will be the bearers of bad news. Life – threatening, devastating bad news. We were planning to tell them our big news when they ask the 3rd IQ, not bothering to wait for the 4th (Anybody giving you a hard time?) or the 5th (Do you need any money?).

"It's only 9:30 girls, it's too early to go to bed. Did the two of you eat properly?" we heard our mom ask.

"Not really Mom. We are really tired today from school so we decided we might as well go to bed and we had had leftovers from yesterday for dinner," I told my mom and held up two fingers for my sister to see. I put the phone down and put it on speaker.

"True. It is Friday over there, right? How was school today?"

Strike 3. The school IQ. No more time left to stall.

"Speaking of school Dad, there's something that Samina and I need to tell you," my sister started. We heard silence on the other end. We needed to finish everything else that we had to say before they tired themselves out by jumping to conclusions. "We've enrolled in Forks High School and we plan to stay there for the rest of the school year," Zarina finished. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Cue the anger.

"Forks High School? As in Forks, Washington?" Mom said incredulously. "Why on earth would you want to go there when you are being educated at one of the finest boarding schools in the country?"

"What is the point of being educated at really great schools if we're uprooted every few months. It isn't fair to us that we can't even spend our school year with you and even when we are in school, we don't stick around long enough to make any friends. We don't like going to boarding schools," Zarina said unhappily.

"Mom, we're moving because we want at least one stable year of school before we graduate. We never complained when you wanted us to move, but this is getting ridiculous. Just because you have to move all the time doesn't mean we have to. It's decided. We're going to go to high school in Forks for the rest of our junior year and hopefully our senior year. While we're there, we'll live with Uncle Aaron and Aunt Hannah. We're going to have a good year this time," I said, finishing our side of the story.

"There's no need to go to Forks. What's wrong with staying in Florida for your junior year?" my dad got in before my mother could.

Here's something you should know about my sister. She has no ability to keep her mouth shut when she's in a temper. This was one of those times.

"So you mean to say that when you guys came back home, you were not planning on telling us that we would have to leave Orlando in the next month?" she asked sarcastically. There was half a second of silence. Caught in the act. Zarina continued, "We're not staying in Orlando because we have nobody here. We're moving to Forks to see family that we haven't seen for the last eight years and to spend the school year with the people who matter most. Any other questions?"

There was a silence on the other end. "When's your flight?" our mom asked quietly.

"Sunday morning," I replied back before Zarina could make any more snarky comments.

"We're coming over there," she said. Before we could open our mouths to protest, she and dad wished us a good night and then hung up the phone.

We didn't worry about it. To be honest, we had thought that by the time they got here we would be in Forks. Damn were we wrong. A day passed by and this morning we got a call from Mrs. Morales, the neighbor that was supposed to drop us off. Her daughter got sick and had to be taken to the doctor who "just happened" to be booked up for the rest of the day except for one opening that "just happened" to be at the same time as when we had to be dropped off at the airport. Don't you just love freak coincidences like this? (Note the sarcasm). Well at least she had the decency to apologize.

After she hung up, we were scrambling around trying to see if there was anybody that would be able to drop us off. And we did mean anybody. The only requirements we had were that they had to be alive and that they have to have a driver's license. Then the doorbell rang.

I left my sister, who was standing in the garage next to the suitcases going through our contact lists, and went to open the door. There's some God out there who has a wicked sense of humor. My parents were standing outside the door holding the keys to their car. You could feel the smugness rolling off them in waves.

My sister came and saw who was at the door. She took the keys and we all went to load the bags in silence. We drove to the airport and checked in in silence. And we came back to where we are now: eating in, you guessed it, silence.

Saying nothing for nearly 4 hours in this family is just a ticking time bomb waiting to burst. Z and I were not saying anything because we just couldn't deal with our parents right now. The intercom sounded: Flight 0395 Gate # 23 departing to Seattle will leave in 1 hour.

Tick, tick,…BOOM!