A/N: Ooh, would ya look at that! The first chapter! Finally! I am such a lunch-out…. I've been meaning to put this story up for ages… Err... Could you lot be nice? You know, this is my first story, so… Well, I'd imagine you know anyways…

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I do own a whole wall of books, a horrific orange top, and lots and lots of useless clutter I'm probably never gonna get rid of or use, knowing me.

The Travelling Life
Chapter One

My eyes blinked open as I woke up, staring at a ceiling that almost touched my nose. Now, you may think it a bit stupid to have a bunk-bed in a trailer, but I liked climbing up to it, plus I'd had it for a while. I think I was about nine or ten when my parents acquired it. I barked out a laugh at the thought, and manoeuvred myself (without sitting up – I'd whack my head) so that I could safely jump out of bed without hurting myself or landing in the kitchen.

I padded the four steps it took to get from the living 'room' to the kitchen, found the bread-knife, some jam, and the bread inside one of the three cupboards we had, and made myself some jam on toast after lighting the grill.

I turned it off and took a large bite of my breakfast, whilst searching in the two big wooden boxes that served as my wardrobe. I set my toast down on a coffee table that was my almost-desk, because I didn't much fancy getting strawberry jam all on my clothes and having to have them washed before their due time, if you know what I mean.

I picked out a plain red T-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans that had seen many better days, pulled my curtain to hide myself from view, and yanked my clothes on.

I finished off my breakfast and had just sat down on the sofa, when I heard the sirens.

"Oh, shit."

A/N: Well, that's the first bit done, I s'pose… Sorry it's a bit short, though. See ya inna bit!