Preface
Bella's POV
It's a new semester at an entirely different school. That doesn't bother me, for I have never stayed at one school for more than six months. I just like to think positive. I have friends in every place I have ever lived…not. I hate doing this and it's not my fault, it's my mother's. She's the one that has to pack up and leave every time a she breaks up with a guy. Hell, maybe her relationships would last if she would take some time to find a good guy instead of the first slimy jerk that looks at her for more than thirty seconds.
As to why I don't have any friends, I think it's just easier to not have any. I mean I'll just have to leave them in a couple of months anyway. Yes, I know what you're thinking, if you make friends in each place then you'll have friends wherever you go later in life. Uh huh, sure, that's what my father said before he died, before my mom got into this weird state of mind, before my brother was old enough to understand what was going on.
Barrett, my fifteen-year old brother, was three when my father died. I was five at the time. This is when it all started. Barrett and I didn't understand what was going on. One day our father was gone and our mother was packing everything into the moving truck that was parked in the driveway of our home in Phoenix. While we were on the road to our new home, she wouldn't give us any kind of hint as to where we were going and why. She just said that our fate did not reside in Arizona. You know what's funny, she says that every time we move. We'll ask her where we're going, totally forgetting about the why part since we already know the answer, and she'll reply with the same thing every time. "Barrett, Bella, I am your mother and I love you. I happen to know what is best for you and it can't be found in insert location here. Your fate does not rest in insert location here."