a/n I haven't written on fanfiction in ages…but I felt the need to write a story. Instead of being smart and putting up one of my planned stories, or adding to an incomplete one, I decided to write this one. It's only partially planned out, just to warn you.

Disclaimer: I do own a werewolf, but it's a cut out of Jacob. I don't own the rights to any of the characters, including Jacob.

Who Am I?

The glowing screen in front of my comforted me, as I moved the pointer to scroll down the page. I tried to ignore the fighting going on a floor below, but I couldn't, even with my door closed. My family always fought a lot. My mom screamed at my grandma, who screamed back in her Greek accent. My grandpa yelled above both of them, probably on the verge of breaking something. On top of it all, my sister stormed out of her room, down the stairs, and into the middle of it to stand up for my mom.

"You're the one that lets Grandpa use up all your money on freaking golfing and bowling!" she yelled at my grandma, "Mom pays you 500 bucks weekly, and he's going out spending at least six or seven hundred on his sports and shit! Why don't you yell and scream at him instead of at Mom!"

"Now wait just a second here," My grandpa yelled.

I couldn't hear the rest of what she said because everyone else started screaming at the same time. At the same time, I typed into the Google search bar, 'psychic vampires.'

"Not to mention the fact that he has what, 12 pills to take daily, and he does exactly what the doctor said not to do! Yiayia, how the hell do you deal with him?" She said, using the word for grandma in Greek.

"What I do with my life is none of your business," Grandpa screamed at her.

I clicked on one of the links, about what psychic vampire is. I've always felt connected to vampires. And ghosts, werewolves, witches, and even fairies. I like fairies. My favorite at the moment is vampires though. It has been since I was twelve. And now, I'm sixteen.

"It is our business though, Dad!" Mom put in, "What am I supposed to do, not care about you at all?"

"Bull shit," He screamed at the top of his lungs, "I'm leaving!"

I could hear him stomp on the floor like a child having a tantrum as he went to put on his Velcro shoes and then as he left the house, slamming the door behind him. The fight didn't end there though.

This was normal, with a senile old man who acts like a three year old like my grandpa in the house. Instead of worrying, I read the 'symptoms' of a psychic vampire. Every time something coincided with me, I scoffed. I'm too plain, too boring, to be anything awesome like a psychic vampire.

My cat cried next to me.

"Hush, Blossom," I said softly, "Everything will be alright baby girl."

She looked at me with her large, adorable, green eyes, still frightened. I couldn't help but take my laptop off my lap and let the poor girl lay on me. Once she was comfortable I pet her and kissed her softly, cooing softly in her ear to get her to calm down.

The little man, my other cat, Jake, stood by the door. He wasn't scared at all. Though he and Blossom were the same age and though we bought them both at the same time, he always acted like a strong, big, boy, while she's always been my baby.

"Mom, you don't get it!" my mom yelled, close to crying, "We have to explode at him sometimes! We walk away when he wants to start a fight way too many times!"

"You have no idea how many times I've walked into school crying because of him!" my sister added, she sounded as though she was already in tears."

Jake meowed at me, as though he was saying, "Are they okay?"

"Everything's going to be fine, little man. Don't you worry," I told him, before turning back to my laptop and reading while petting my baby girl.

"He's old, he's losing his mind," Grandma said, "He's going backwards, you just have to deal with it. Don't let him bother you."

"But you're allowed to yell at him daily?"

"Yes," Grandma let out a cackle laugh, "Because I can handle him better than you can."

"You have no idea how many times we've walked away from him when he's been doing everything he can to annoy us," Mom said.

"You have no idea how he treats us whenever you're not around. He treats us like we're horrible people who can't be trusted!"

"You're overreacting, Maria," Grandma scoffed. I could imagine her waving her hand at my sister, the Maria she was talking about, as though she said the most ridiculous thing ever.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you saw it! We'll be in the kitchen, doing nothing, and all of a sudden he gets up, and just walks into the kitchen and watches us. He's not getting his own food, just watching us get ours. And then if we leave a light on, and go to the office for just a second, he'll walk across the kitchen, into the office, just to tell us he turned off the light for us."

"Well, you just have to deal with it," Grandma said stubbornly.

"We do deal with it," Mom said, "We deal with all the shit he puts us through all the time. Every once in a while we have to blow up though!"

"That's not all! He's called me and Mom and Maria freeloading bitches before. Those were his exact words."

"What?" My grandma screamed

I couldn't make out what else they said, they started screaming on top of each other and sobbing at the same time. I care, don't get me wrong, I'm a very caring person. I just already know that if I get involved in this, there's nothing I can do except fire it up more. So I stay out of it.

Blossom is still on my lap, she looks up at me and licks my chin. I hadn't realized it until she did it, but I was crying.

"Don't worry, sweetie girl," I whisper to her.

I skimmed a few different articles and comments on different pages as they kept yelling. It was worse than usual. Grandpa always leaves like that, but usually about five or ten minutes after he leaves, they stop fighting and we all go into the basement to be together, and away from Grandpa.

This time, however, the fighting continues. It went on and on for at least an hour. Finally, after sneaking the cats downstairs so they could get food from the basement(that's where their stuff is kept, since when there are guests, the cats are put down there). Back in my room, I try not to cry. Finally I hear my mom screaming over the other two.

"WE'RE LEAVING!"

"What?" Yiayia yells.

"The kids and I and the cats are moving. Far away, too."

"You can't do that! Katie just started school!" I'm Katie, the one Grandma is talking about, "And Maria just started a new semester!"

"I don't want to move! I have a boyfriend, friends, and school!" Maria cried.

"You don't have to…I guess…" Mom hesitated, "I just want out of here. Away from my dad. You could stay with Yiayia, or move in with one of your friends or get an apartment or something."

"Fine. Then I'm moving in with Audrey."

Maria stormed back into her room to call Audrey and ask.

"Katie?" Mom yelled.

"Yeah?" I didn't even start getting up.

"Come here," She said sternly, "At least to the top of the stairs."

With a sigh I got up and did what she said. I knew what she was going to ask.

"If I move, would you go with me? Like, move out of state?" She asked.

I wanted to say no. I have friends, a good life, I go to a good school, why should I want to move? But for some reason I say yes. And it makes Mom smile.

one month later

Mom muttered under her breath, "Why they had to transfer me all the way to middle-of-nowhere Washington, I don't know. There are plenty of other places in the country that they're connected to!" as she packed her last bags.

"I already told you, I don't mind," I sighed. I was helping her finish, as she had helped me pack up the last of my books earlier. And I have a lot of books, trust me.

"But still. Wouldn't it have been better if we were somewhere like Florida or California?"

"No. No snow during Christmas time. That would be horrible!"

Mom laughed, "I love you baby girl."

"Love you too!" I smiled my cute smile. I just have enough baby fat left to make me still able to be adorably cute whenever I want.

Once she zipped up the last bag, we packed up our car. Most of our furniture is already gone, taken by the movers so they can get it to our new address in the time it takes us to drive from Illinois to Washington. The cats were in the back seat of the car, the only reason I could sit I the back instead of the front was so that I could make sure they stayed back there.

The ride wasn't that bad. The cats hated it, and because a lot of motels didn't allow cats, we had to sleep in the car a lot, but I guess it wasn't too bad. By the end, though, we were super excited to get to the house. As we drove down the rainy street in the little town and found our address, we were excited. The house wasn't too bad, we'd been there before for a quick visit we'd made by plane a week or two ago, once mom had made a list of a few houses.

It was snug, backing up into the forest of Forks, Washington, right outside of the Quileute reservation, La Push. The outside was beige, with a small porch up front and a garage. It was two floors, the second having two rooms and a bathroom. I laughed at how much it reminded me of Bella's house with the smallness. My room wasn't too bad in size though. It had enough room for my bed, dresser, vanity(which I sort of use as a desk) and bookshelves.

After being paid 20 dollars, the movers put everything in the right rooms, and preceded to help set up each room, feeling bad for us. Of course, Mom and I didn't mind. We could do it ourselves, but who would when they could have someone do it for them for free?

"Alright," Mom sighed as soon as they left, "Now time to make this house home."

I sighed as I helped her open the box of decorations for the downstairs and helped her hang them all up.

a/n that's the end of the first chapter! What do you guys think? I would write a little preview for the next chapter…except that I haven't written it out yet.