Hey guys. This is my first fan fiction so it would be greatly appreciated if you review my story so I know if I'm actually good or not.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters, only the plot lines.

In five minutes I will do it. That's what I kept telling myself, and I've been telling myself that for about an hour now. I will just go up to her and say, "Mom, I want to move to Forks with dad." As plain and simple as that. I was just too scared to see the disappointment on my mothers face. She would give me the same look she gave me when I told her I didn't want to do cheerleading in my freshman year. I had thought about this decision for three months now and I was pretty sure I had made up my mind. I wanted to move to Forks. And it was time to break my mothers heart by telling her so.

I walked slowly down the stairs and saw that there were still flyers laying around from the open house she had held last night. There were also wine glasses placed loosely on the coffee table that was settled directly a foot and a half away from the light brown couch that took up most of the living room. My living room had been designed by a professional designer when my mom finally got a decent job.

For six years my mom only did temporary work and made just enough money. It was when I was nine that my mom decided to go back to college for business. It was four tears later that she decided she wanted to become a realtor. Starting then my mom had more than enough money and living in Arizona was a breeze.

"Hey Bella?" My mothers soft voice traveled throughout the house.

"Yeah?"

"Come look at these houses and tell me which ones you like."

I walked into the kitchen that I have walked into every morning for the past four yeas, knowing this was one of the last times. I took a deep breath and swung the door open. The kitchen was all red black and stainless steel. Every appliance was stainless steel while the cabinets, chairs and stools were all cherry wood. The counters were black granite. Sitting in one of the stools was my mother while my step dad was making coffee in the corner. In front of my mom was four pictures of extremely beautiful houses.

"I just can't choose Phil, they're all so gorgeous. What do you think Bells? Which house would you love to live in." She gave me a sweet smile while she wrote something down in a notebook. I just gave her a dull one.

"Mom, I'm going to come right out with it, I want to move to dads."

The pen that had been in my mom's hand dropped on the counter. Phil stopped looking for the creamer in the fridge. The only sound was a the dripping of coffee into the coffee pot. All time seemed to stop. I waited for my moms reaction which took a few seconds.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, I want to move to Forks."

"Are- Are. Wow." She bit her lip and everything stayed quiet. "Are you sure? I mean that's a big decision. I mean if you don't want to move to Florida, we don't have to. We can stay here if that's what you really want."

"Mom, that's not it. I want to spend time with dad, and you need to spend time with Phil. Its what's best." My mom and I just stared at each other for what seemed like hours or days.

"You'll have to call your father and make sure its okay with him. But we haven't talked to him in about four years."

"I know. I'm sorry, but this is what's right." I looked at the bagels that were sitting on the table and grabbed one. I spread strawberry cream cheese on my bagel and took a bite. My mom just stared at me.

"Alright. If that what you really want, I cant stop you. Ill call him later. Now go get ready for school."

I could feel her eyes boring into my back as I walked out of the kitchen with my bagel. I took a few more bites as I walked up the stair and started to get ready. I walked into my bathroom and turned the heat up so I could relax my muscles. I hadn't realized how tense I was until I felt the heat on my back. I washed my hair with my best shampoo. It smelled like strawberries and I used it everyday. When I was finished I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself. I stared into the mirror to see my reflection. I had perfectly clear skin but it was extremely pale. I didn't look like I was from Arizona at all. My plain brown hair looked black since it was wet and was slightly wavy. I walked back into my bathroom absent minded. I looked at my huge room that was a bright green except for the one wall that was a bright orange. I would miss my room more than anything. I decided on a pair of white shorts from American Eagle and a dark blue polo from Hollister with a pink top underneath, also from Hollister. I threw on a pair of dark blue Vans and I walked into my bathroom.

The mirror had cleared up and I looked, once again, at my reflection. My hair was still wet so I pulled out my blow dryer and spent five minutes drying it. My hair was a disaster area after drying so I grabbed my curling iron. After spending twenty minutes on my hair I sprayed some hairspray in and pinned half of it up. I grabbed into my drawer and pulled out my mascara and my eyeliner and put them on just how I liked them. I didn't put much on since my brown eyes did most of the work. My eyes were quite plain just like my hair. I put on some lip gloss and took one last look at myself. Now that I was done I grabbed my bag and went outside to my car. My mom had bought me a lime green Volkswagen bug for my sixteenth birthday. I drove out of my driveway listening to my favorite CD, Danger Radio. I knew today I would have to tell my friends that I was leaving, I was not looking forward to it.

Author's Note:

I'm going to love the reviews if they are given! By the way, listen to Danger Radio, they're pretty amazing if I do say so myself.

- Bri