Disclaimer: There's a 99.99% chance that anything you recognized isn't mine.

Here's my first attempt at actually writing something non-educational. Also, I haven't, nor will I ever, read Breaking Dawn so any defining traits of major characters won't make an appearance here. First couple chapters are going to be slow, so be patient please. Literary criticism is always welcomed.

Preface

"When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade."

I hate that quote. What if you don't like lemonade? What if the distribution of lemons could have been prevented? What if it isn't even Life that's giving you lemons but your own parents? What then?

Should I be forced to evacuate from the apartment I call home? Should I leave my loving father and his awesome boyfriend? Should I leave my best friends who have seen me through the worst times of my life and still stuck with me? Should I sacrifice my hard earned summer before college after slaving away four years at that God-forsaken high school?

No. I shouldn't.

But where do I end up?

In a car with pouring rain that hasn't let up since I landed in Seattle and Teresa driving us to some God forsaken town where she got a position in a hospital. Teresa doesn't even have a house in that town since there were no houses up for sale. Instead, she got some dinky little cottage on the outskirts of some dinky little reservation that's next to the God forsaken town.

"Magdalene, are you listening?" Teresa asked, her summer blue eyes focused on the road.

"No, Mother, I stopped listening when we got into the car." I replied, my own brown eyes looking out the window into darkness.

She sighed. "I think you'll really like it here. There's no noise, everything's green, the people are friendly and there's so much history and culture."

"I like the sound of traffic; I like the paved streets and neon signs of New York; I don't like to talk to people I don't know and New York has history, culture, and fashion. In case you haven't noticed, Mother, I like civilization."

"You call muggers and rapist central, civilization? Yea, Magdalene, that's the pinnacle of society."

"It's called survival of the fittest. If you're stupid enough to walk alone into a dark alley, maybe it's better you don't reproduce."

Teresa wisely stopped taking after that and the rest of the trip to the cottage was silent. Where's Satan when you need him? I would gladly trade my soul to get my ass back to my dad's apartment. Teresa and dad split up years ago so this isn't about custody. I love my dad and even Kevin, his boyfriend so I'm not here on my own volition.

Story of my family: Teresa and dad met in Central Park. Teresa went to Columbia and Dad was attending NYU. Anyways, they married when Teresa got her medical license but she had to move to some job in Oregon. There were a lot of moves before I was born and all because of my mother. When little Magdalene Salome Brettlin (moi) was born the moves become less, but we still moved. When I was four, and after 8 years of marriage, my dad decided to come out of the closet. There was a divorce, strangely Teresa wasn't too broken up over it and she gracefully let my dad get custody over me. Afterwards, Dad took me back to New York where he owns a building for lease where I had happily resided until yesterday…or today….whatever.

Basically, last month, Teresa phoned up Dad and said she wants to get to know me for a few months since she found a place she just loves and is thinking of settling in it (insert eye roll here). She does this every time she moves. Unlike other times though, she kept insisting and even guilt dad into it since she never made me visit her. Dad caved of course; if anything is said about my dad, he's a fair man. Course, I would have run away and crashed at my friend's place except for evil Kevin, dad's partner. Kevin's a real sweetie except this time. When I refused to budge and Dad gave up pushing, Kevin showed up the next day with a pair of gorgeous black Manolo Blahnik. They chucked me into the plane while I was still in a drooling state over my killer shoes.

Damn Kevin.

Anyways, this is how I ended up on my way to Nowhere, Washington where I'll be spending the rest of my summer before I can high-tail it back to New York.

I wiggled my toes in my leather, pointed-toe Manolos. At least I have my shoes.