A/N: I'm new to Fanfiction, and this is my first story. So please be generous, and tell me if it sucks. And then I'll walk away slowly, with my tale between my legs.
Disclaimer: I've seen enough disclaimer's so, I don't own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, and all of the other Twilight shit.
"You and me, kid, you and me." My father said, squatting down next to me, in the doorway of our apartment. I had been told that many times, and I was tired of it. At eight, I was already more aware of my surroundings than a 35 year old. The reason being, is my mother beat me. She did. Believe it or not, she beat me, until my father, Johnathan, took me away. Away to Vancouver, Washington. I wasn't excited, but I was glad to be away from my mother. And that wasn't normal. No eight year old girl would ever want to be away from her mother. But I did.
"Yeah, dad." That was when my whole life changed, and I was a new person. A better person. I felt better. I knew better. I knew that things were going to change, even though I was eight, I already had a future planned for myself.
How wrong I was.
A/N: I know this is really, really short! But I'm continuing the rest, right away!!!!!!!! ; )