A/N: Hi, this is my first fanfiction story. So i hope you like it:D

Lots of love,

SweetSaints xoxox

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight Saga characters.

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Bleep, Bleep, Bleep, Bleep,bleepbleepbleeepblepp…BLEEP! I smacked my elbow down on the snooze button and to find only the sharp corner of my bedside table.

A millisecond later, I was up flapping my arm about as if to shake off the pain. As i rolled off my bed, i was hit with the cold hard air of March. I rubbed my arms in a pathetic attempt to warm my self up. As i did so, looked around what i would now call my bedroom.

I had never really looked at my new room at all since we arrived. I wasn't bothered about the colour, so I let Mum paint it, I knew she loved to decorate. She had painted it a light cream colour with a midnight blue as the accent colour. As much as I hated to admit it she had good taste. However I still felt that i needed to personalise it. Maybe I would paint a few pictures to put up. Then i remembered, I hadn't painted since Dad died. I brushed off my lonely thoughts and walked around. The east window was shielded by heavy midnight blue curtains. I pulled them back and gasped. The rising light of the sun hit the evergreen trees, which surrounded the east side of the house, so it looked like the tops of the trees were ablaze. I got lost in thought looking at the scene around me.

So this is La Push? I can't believe I have been here for 3 weeks and I have barely stepped out of the house. Dad is gone. Now I have to help Mum. Mum needed to be back, as much as I miss Arizona and the heat, I still need to do what's right. Is this right? Leaving Jenna? She is 19 though; she can take care of herself. Can't she? No, she decided to leave, not us. Did we push her?

I don't know how long I sat on my window seat. Having a war with my thoughts but it was long enough for the clock so magically move 35 minutes faster! Damn I was going to be late on the first day! Cursing at myself I hurried. Not good Lily! Not Good!

I was running around, trying to find some decent warm, clean clothes to wear. When suddenly remembered, the five boxes piled high at one corner of the room. In enjoyment I started to sprint towards them. I was nearly there, when a huge obstacle, my chest of drawers, which I hadn't noticed got in the way. Smack! Oh crap, damn, god this kills. I had hit my elbow off the corner of a draw.

" Jeez! What is it with my elbow and corners?" I whispered out loud.

I quickly got changed into a dark green sweater, a pair of faded indigo jeans. Whilst silently cursing at myself and cradling my now fully bruised elbow. I examined myself in the floor length mirror, handed down to me from Jenna my older sister, also the reason we moved. I have dark brown hair that went just past my chest; my skin tone was slightly copper toned with rosy cheeks. My eyes are a mix between blue and green, they are my biggest feature from my father's side of the family. I roughly put on my mascara and settled with leaving my hair down, as always. Grabbing my dimmed red raincoat, I swung my black shoulder bag off the floor and hurried out the door.

I was creeping as silently as I could down the stairs, I was nearly at the door and I could taste the freedom! I reached out to take the handle to the porch…..

"Lily?" Asked the sweet but anxious voice, which I knew too well. Damn.

"Ummmm… No?" I pleaded. A woman, in her mid-forties, graced in to the hallway and leaned on the doorway to the kitchen, with her arms folded. Her copper tanned skin looked startling in comparison to the flour covered floral apron she was wearing. Her gracious face, complete with laughing lines and kind dark eyes, filled with concern. She is a woman I trust with all my life. My Mother.

"Darling, what were you doing? I know it's your first day at a new school, but you don't need to rush off without saying goodbye." She said it with so much hurt and concern. I instantly felt guilty. I rushed over to her and hugged her. She welcomed me with open arms. I knew how much goodbyes meant to her.

"I'm sorry Mum. It's just that I don't want to be late for school ." I mumbled into her apron. She put her arms on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. And still concerned she said

"Okay, but promise that you will always say goodbye?" And with an honest smile, I replied.

"Yes Mama, I promise" Her arms tightened around me and her brown eyes warmed. The signature smile appeared on her face. I hardly ever called her Mama, only when I was younger. She says it reminds her of the happiest times in her life.

"Oh you know Daddy would be so very proud of you. You are handling all of this so well." She was being strong for me, I needed her and she needed me. I was too choked of emotion to answer. I just hugged her tighter. Desperately, fighting back the tears that threatened to ruin my calm façade. After 2 more minutes of just hugging each other and remembering. She suddenly pulled away and looked down at me with red rimmed eyes, which she had tried to cover with a smile.

"Okay darling, don't go without breakfast. Here's a pop tart and I'm making cake for tonight! I know how crabby you get without food." She chuckled. The heavy atmosphere disappeared instantly and was replaced by my mother's usual light hearted, funny caring aura. I smiled up at her. How I love my mother, I thought silently.

It was another 5 minutes before I finally got out of the door. The sky which had been a clear blue had drastically changed in to a thunderous grey which looked threatening. I was making my way over to my, well as Jenna insists Jenna's car, I was thinking to myself. How is Jenna? Her last email was over 2 Saturdays ago and I replied but never got anything back. I was shattered out of my thoughts by a screeching howl, which seemed only metres away. Startled I covered my ears and shut my eyes like a child. Once the noise had stopped, I opened my eyes and took my hands off my ears, embarrassed even though I was sure nobody was watching. I scanned the line of thick forest by the east side of the house but only saw the dark evergreens swaying in the wind. I hurried to the car and started the engine as quickly as I could.

I took one last look at the trees but again saw nothing.

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A/N : Okay i hoped you liked that:) Comments and constructive critism are much appreciated:)

Thankyou for reading!

Lots of love,

SweetSaints xoxoxox