Chapter one
Serena's POV
I let out a huge sigh as I looked at the house in front of me. It looked old. It was old, anybody could see that. There was cracks in the brick and it had spots where rain had hit it last night.
That house looked like home. Out in the middle of nowhere, pretty big, and it even had an iron fence surrounding the two story mansion. That house looked like home, but it was going to have to be somebody else's home.
Me, and my mom were moving out. We had sold the house to my best friends "cousins". They were also my mom's friends. The only problem was, they were junkies, like my mom. I know I should relax, that I shouldn't worry about what they were going to do to it. After all, it was there home now, not mine.
What was happening to me and my mom? We were going to live off some island off of Oregon, which was pretty far from Alpine TX. I was pretty excited but also very disappointed. Right now, I was mostly disappointed, looking at the now, almost abandon house.
Mom's convertible screeched to a stop in the grass. I turned around just in time to see her swagger out the door. I could tell she had gotten drunk. Again. She had been gone since last night and I had had an idea where she had been, and sure enough, drinking. I said to her, " Pack up your stuff. We are officially moving out."
"Oh Serena, get my stuff, will ya? I'm tired."
I was disgusted at her. But, without arguing I picked up her seventy pound suitcase (or that's what it felt like) and stuffed it into the back of the car.
Mom had insisted that she buy a convertible. Even though she was actually sober, I could've sworn she had been drunk. I always thought that was why we were so poor. Her car and drugs. I figure that's why we were moving out, she couldn't afford the drugs so we were going to have to buy another house so that she could buy more drugs. It sounded stupid to me, that she should just stop all together. But I guess my opinion doesn't matter to her.
I had to drive. We were going to Oregon, then flying to the island. What made things worse was that mom was asleep and throwing up half the time and, I didn't even have a license yet. I even had to drive the whole way. And is it just me, but that's not what I call "the life".
I was driving when I realized that we may not get their in time. We may have to sleep at a hotel tonight. Great, an entire night with my entirely drunk mother. Joy. And even if that drunkness wore off, we have plenty more beers in the back. "Don't worry mother," I said out loud. "We have plenty beer and drugs to get pulled over." I snorted when she rolled over.
I then got mad. I don't know what happened but I was suddenly terribly angry. Tears poured down my face as I continued to keep my foot on the accelerator. I ran a red light. I was completely discouraged. I started throwing the beer off of the vehicle and listening to the Crack as they broke onto the pavement. My mind was spinning. I was finally letting all the anger out. It was refreshing.
When I was finally at the end of my rope, I slammed on the brakes. I was in the wal-mart parking lot. I threw open the trunk, and started throwing mom's stuff out, not caring where it landed.
Bella's POV
Aaaaaaaaah. The distance between my lips and Edward's was zero. His lips were pressed tightly against mine.
I was in the middle of our first kiss since we had been recently married. I was also enjoying every minute it when, WHOOOMP, something hit the windshield of the awesome car we were sitting in. Was that a …. purse? Then another big CRASH. This time, it was a beer bottle that had apparently been full.
I was on a honeymoon with my new husband, Edward. We had flown here and we were going to get some human food for me, here at the Wal-Mart. We were then going to fly to an island where our honeymoon was going to take place.
When I turned to see Edward's expression, to figure out how he was going to react to the now cracked windshield on his awesome car, I discovered he had already shut the door on his way out. I raced after him, trying to catch up with his fast reflexes. He was headed toward a girl standing over her red convertible. She was throwing things every which way, like a maniac.
When I caught up with him, I held him by his stone arm. "What's she thinking?" I whispered to him, careful so that the maniac wouldn't hear.
"She's mad, at her mom for being such a… she's just mad." He muttered the words so softly that I almost couldn't hear.
For a moment we just stood there. Then, he started walking forward.
Serena's POV
I continued throw things, until the trunk was completely empty. Then I felt eyes on my back. I took a minute to breathe, when I realized I had felt eyes again, this time staring harder. I turned, only to see a GORGEOUS hunk, walking in my direction. Instantly, my head was spinning, I felt my body get steaming hot with embarrassment.
"Hi." OOOOOOOOOOOH! His voice was a soft velvety sound, but it was also stern.
"Uh, Hi?" I didn't know it but, that's when I first met a vampire.