Disclaimer: I do not own Edward. Sadly. If I did, he'd be here next to me right now, along with Jasper and Garrett...
A/N: You know our deal, here. I hope you enjoy this a lot! I'm hoping for this to be a bit more fun coming from Edward... again, it's starting when he's in the 6th grade...
I was surrounded by boxes. Big, brown boxes. I smelled dust and tape and cardboard everywhere. This house didn't smell like home anymore. The only thing in my room that was left was my bed. I sat on it, not moving, nor making a sound.
"Hey, baby," my mother's voice called from the doorway. She was leaning there in her skirt, boots, tights, and turtleneck sweater. I looked up to meet her gaze. She walked over and sat down beside me on the bed, taking my hand. "Edward, I know you don't want to move," she said, sympathetically.
No, really, I sarcastically thought to myself, but didn't dare say it out loud. Esme was too nice to me. Nicer than I ever deserved. So was Carlisle, my father.
"We have to, though."
My father was a doctor, and a pretty good one at that. My mother never wanted to live in a big city, though, even if it would mean double the money for us. We were always content to live the way we did. My mother was pretty much a stay–at-home mom, who painted a little, as well as design houses. Carlisle brought home the money for us.
We all liked Alaska.
We loved the cold and the snow and the people around here who were always so friendly and nice, but my parents decided it was time to move back to their hometown: Forks, Washington. I'd only been there a handful of times in my short lifetime. It wasn't that I was against the town. I was against the fact I would be the new kid, and therefore, a freak. The only person I would know there would be my cousin, Alice, and she wasn't quite on the normal side.
"I know, Mom. I just don't want to go away from here." The sad truth was I didn't have anything to keep me tied to Alaska. No friends, no sports, nothing. I was a complete bookworm - thanks to my mother, who made me read the classics (literally) - so I had no idea of why I was so reluctant to leave. Actually, just thinking about it made tears well up in my eyes. My mother pulled me into her arms and rocked me back and forth, over and over.
"Shhh, it's okay, Edward. It'll be okay. I know," she murmured as she rocked me, "You'll make friends. When you go here, you can be anything you want to be. That could be a good thing or a bad thing. You need to know what's right in to you, in your heart. You'll make the right decisions."
Our moment was interrupted by my father.
"Knock, knock," he said, entering my room. "The movers are here," he announced quietly, "we should probably start heading out now."
I crawled away from my mother and went towards the front door with my little bag of things I'd packed to entertain myself - mostly just books. I turned around to take one last look at my house. I let my eyes wander to all of the familiar places, bringing up forgotten memories. I shut my eyes and turned back to the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the cold, winter air.
I was haunted by what my mother said. Would I really be able to change myself? Would I change who I was to an extreme? Would I have the guts to make new friends? I climbed into the car and got situated. It was going to be a long ride to Washington. As we pulled off, I looked behind me one last time. One last time, to see the home I loved disappear behind me.
A/N: I know, really short, sorry, but it'll get longer, you should know that! You've read The Boy from Alaska!... Well, you have, haven't you? If you haven't, you should do it now, hahaha. Thanks for reading and reviewing!