Oh god. Could this day get any worse? It was throwing it down with rain and I wasn't going to see my mum for at least six months. I guess a new start had been my idea, but leaving her, shamefully hadn't crossed my mind.

"Mum, I don't wanna go anymore." I moaned, trying to turn on the puppy dog eyes and pout - knowing full well it wouldn't work and wishing fervently that it would.

She turned to face me, her bright blue eyes sympathetic but strong, her hands on my shoulders. "No Bailey. I can't bear seeing you unhappy and I know that once you get there and start afresh, you'll realise that this is exactly what you want."

I hung my head wishing I could just take it all back. Ever since I'd told my mum about my horrendous, lonely days at school she'd been feeling immensely guilty for not realising sooner. I had never held a grudge against my mum for it because I had tried my best to keep it from her: she already had enough on her plate, what with trying to find her true love and all that. She didn't need to be lumbered with knowledge of the actions of a few little shits in my school. Well to honest it wasn't really a few: it was more like the whole of the school excluding my best friend Kimberley.

I grew up all of them, the other students at my school. They had seen me through my acne faze, my B.O stage and my down-right weird 'aliens are real' stage (don't even ask). Even though I had tried my hardest to show them that I had changed, which I had, they still remembered me as the awkward, uncomfortable ten year old whose mum didn't let her shave her legs. I had had the last straw two weeks back when someone stupid blonde cheerleader thought that it would be funny to smear melted chocolate over my seat. I had to walk around for the whole day looking like I'd shat myself, needless to say it wasn't my best day and as soon as I got home I gave my mum a little speech and swore to myself I would never got back to that school.

I kept my promise and now two weeks later I'm at the airport ready to board a flight which will take me and my sister to Port Angeles. My aunt lives out there and she had been willing to take us in for the few months till my mother could move out too. Our house hadn't sold yet and this is what was keeping her behind, my sister Dakota desperately wanted to stay, she was popular with so many friends and everyone loved her, of course she had the one almost fatal flaw that she was sister to me but normally people forgot because we were so different.

Dakota had a faithful following of about thirty people, all the pretty bimbo's who couldn't be seen without lip gloss and my only friend was my best friend. Kimberley joined the school about three years ago, an even though she wasn't considered a freak like I was, she was so shy around new people and we got talking at lunch once on my lonely table. I felt unbearably guilty for leaving her behind but she was behind me one hundred percent of the way. People passed by Kimberley without a second glance but evil glances were thrown my way and snide remarks were whispered a little too loudly, she hated seeing me upset and encouraged me to go. I wish I could be stronger, realise that they were the damaged ones and that I was fine, hold my heads high and let their insults glide over me like high clouds, but I've never been able to ignore what others thought.

I had to leave my mum because of my weakness and another reason I suddenly completely doubted the move, was that my sister had to come with me and she absolutely despised me for it. When I'd decided that it was now or never, that I deserved to be happy and deserved a place that would accept me, I overlooked the repercussions it would have on one of the only people who'd ever stuck by me. I had taken her away from all of friends and because she was two years older than me and completely oblivious she just thought that I was being a wimp and giving into the bully's. She may be right but she's always been stronger than me and I had to make her understand.

"I'll come visit you girls in a month okay?" We barely heard mum over the squealing of our four bright green suitcases. Dakota let out a whimper and she turned around to give mum a tight hug, tears falling silently down her face. I had to look away, I was making my whole family hurt and I felt so selfish, I should have stuck it out for longer, I shouldn't have let them get to me like they did.

"I'm so sorry." I mumbled, my voice cracked twice and I sniffled. Dakota pulled away from mum and pointedly ignored me, her watery eyes looking past me like I was vapour. Mum pulled me into a tight hug, stroked my hair and kissed my forehead and then pulled away holding me at arm's length forcing me to look into her eyes.

"Please, don't be upset my angel." She whispered brushing a tear from my cheek. "You can be so happy with Eva. Maybe, you can find yourself some hot high school jock aye?" She attempted a little smile and a watery chuckle escaped my lips. "You girls mean the world to me. It's always been us three and we need to have each other's backs…always." She said to the both of us. Dakota nodded minutely beside me before starting toward the gate.

"Love you" I replied, kissing her on the cheek before reluctantly turning away and following my sister swerving her way through businessmen on a mission.

Four hours into the flight and I was sick of the lack of space. We didn't have enough money for anything above economy and my legs were squished into about a foot of space, so I had to resort to crossing them and sitting deadly upright. My back hurt like a bitch.

Dakota still hadn't talked to me. She was sat beside me, stoically quiet, eyes always fixed on anything but me but now she was shuffling a little, her hand reaching for her seatbelt.

"Dakota." Her jaw tightened as she unclicked it and crossed her legs. "Please… I'm so sorry that we have to leave mum, I-I feel horrible that I had to make you go but you have- you have to understand that I really needed to leave. It wasn't for – a change in scenery, I was depressed Dakota." She turned to face me and I saw her eyes glimmer with unshed tears. She was listening. "You are my sister- my sister and I love you so much. Please." I was so scared that she had returned to her cold emotionless face that I looked away as soon as I had finished but a little embarrassed cough made me look up.

"It's not your fault, I love you too Bail's. I'm so sorry." I felt her arm snake its way around my shoulder and I hugged her so hard I was surprised she could breath. We stayed like that for a good few minutes as I smiled into her shoulder and she giggled a little. It was the first time we had actually had a good sisterly moment since I was five. I pulled back and sniffed, wiping the tears from my cheek onto my jumper.

"Dakota?" She looked up at me with her puffy red eyes. "Before I start school, I need your help." I admitted.

Her eyes widened and a grin burst onto her face. "You don't mean?"

I nodded reluctantly, trying to hide a smile of my own.

"MAKEOVER." A few people started around as she squealed. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.

"Do you want to say it louder? I don't think the guy at the back heard." I joked as she settled back into her seat. I could already see her mind whirring, what have I got myself into?

I undid my seat belt and walked to the back of the plane, leaving her to bring together all the suggestions for hair styles and makeover she'd offered me throughout the years, and into the yellow lit cubicle. My dirty blonde hair was swept back into a messy bun and my blue eyes were still a lit red from my salty tears. My nose was straight and turned up slightly at the end and freckles run over it and cheeks giving me a slightly sun-kissed look all year round. My face was oval shaped and I was skinny but with enough curves as to not look boyish, curves that had only appeared a few months ago. I looked over my outfit which was comfortable enough for travelling but stylish enough to not ruin the reputation I was trying to build when we landed. A simple oversized red t-shirt with the words 'CHOOSE LIFE' printed in black, teamed with black skinny jeans and slip on white trainers. I quickly refreshed myself with a splash of cold water and walked back to my seat, hoping to get some shut-eye before we landed in our new home.

"Bailey..Bailey." Dakota said in an annoying sing-song voice. "OI BAILEY. We're here you need to wake up." I had only been out for what felt like a few minutes but it was dark outside and a suddenly felt the plane tremor as it hit the run way.

"I'm up." I murmured with a smile.

It was hard trying to find our way around the busy airport but we soon reached all of our luminous bags and made our way over to arrivals. Dakota had been overly excited since we got off the plane, probably trying to make me feel better about the whole situation. She was going on about how her ex was a selfish annoying little git and she couldn't wait till she met all the hot guys in La Push, trust Kota to only be thinking about boys. I was more excited about meeting our auntie again. We never really see Eva that often but when we do she always manages to make me laugh, falling into the trio that is myself, mum and Kota so easily it's like she's always been there.

"Come on then Bail's lets go." With two suitcases dragging behind me, we headed off down the line until we saw the little cuddly women with her frizzy black hair. It took her less than a second to recognize us and then she squealed and ran our way.

"AUNTIE EVA." I screamed. I'm sure anyone looking our way would think we'd escaped from a mental hospital as all three of us ran in for a group hug. We jumped up at down screaming for a few minutes before my throat went hoarse with the effort.

"Oh my god, Eva it's so good to see you!" I beamed at her.

"Oh, I've missed my girls so much." She pulled me into another one armed hug and kissed Kota on the cheek.

"We've missed you too." She mumbled as she wiped the lipstick mark from her cheek.

"You girls are going to have such a great time. The boys who help with my garden are excited about meeting you two, they don't get many new students this time of year."

"Boys?" Dakota gasped.

"Yes honey boys. You've heard of them before right." She added sarcastically before Kota nudged her in the arm gently, earning her a fake groan. I couldn't help but laugh at the two of them, acting as they always had.

"We'd better get back soon, Max has been going out of her mind he misses you so much Bailey."

Max was my German Shepard: more of a best friend than a dog really. You know how dogs can sense emotions around them? Well, whenever I'm upset or annoyed about something he just comes up to me and rests his head in my lap, licking my hand. He always manages to calm me down and even though dogs can't understand humans, I'm always speaking to him. Yes, I know that sounds a little barmy but I've had him for eight years and I love him to bits.

"Ah, I miss him so much." I'd only been away from him for 2 weeks because he had to settle in La Push before we moved but it felt like forever. It took a while for us to load all of our suitcases into the almost to small four by four but soon enough we were on the two hour journey to La Push.

It felt like hardly any time had passed before my eyes fluttered open to the brightness of the greenery around me. Dakota and Eva were busy catching up on gossip and by the high pitch of Kota's voice I could guess at what they were talking about. Boys. I leant my forehead against the cool glass of the window and my eyes followed the trees which zoomed past at an alarming rate. A sign saying 'WELCOME TO LA PUSH' chugged its way pass and I decided to slip my trainers on to get ready or our new home.

She had THE coolest house on the planet. She had invented some crazy product years ago which managed to sell millions and now she had enough money to retire and some extra to keep her warm and cushioned for the rest of her easy going life. Sometimes she got fed up of it and I guess that's why she agreed to take care of us, we 'injected some fun' back into her life, whatever that means. Her house was brilliant white with floor to ceiling windows most of the way around and a balcony and en suite to each of the six bedrooms. Dakota and I had our own rooms which we always stayed in. Mine was painted a very light cream colour with vintage cupboards and desks, and a huge comfy colourful sofa where I had many a pig out session with my other best friends, Ben and Jerry. Dakota's was eye-wateringly colourful. The walls were bright pink and green and the floor was a bright blue, all of her possessions were different colours too so not only did it make you feel queasy but it also made it look horribly messy too. Countless acres of green grass stretched out behind it the house, littered with huge trees and wooden benches which surrounded the swimming pool. I wasn't much of a fan of sunbathing because I usually just burnt and peeled but I loved a good book on a comfy armchair in the shade.

"We're here." Eva said in a sing-song voice looking over her shoulder, and I smiled. Everything was slowly clicking into place.