A/N HEY THIS IS A NEW STORY, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT :)!

AND BY THE WAY, I AM IN NO MEANS TRYING TO DISS RELIGION. I MYSELF AM A VERY RELIGIOUS PERSON, IM JUST MAKING UP A GOOD STORY LINE FOR THIS STORY!

I was different. Different than other teenage girls, different from my sisters, and definitely different from my mom. At a very early age, I was always taught how wonderful God was, how he helped those who needed to be helped. The summer of my sophomore year, I thought differently. I had been through things that were horrible, I was no longer a believer of God, but a believer of luck.

My name is Bristol Hanes. I'm currently 17 years old. Some people may say that 17 is the best age, the age of youth and excitement. But to me, 17 is the age of depression. I haven't been this sad for a while, but I have my reasons.

So let's continue on with this story. So for a brief synopsis of myself, I'm 17, my name is Bristol, I'm 5 foot 5, I weigh 110 pounds, I'm currently a senior, and I love music.

A couple of weeks ago, my mom decided to just up and leave our beautiful house in San Diego, California and move all the way to La Push, Washington.

I have three sisters and a brother. My sisters are 14, 10 and 5. And my brother is 27 and already out of the house. Our ages are really spread out.

My sister Alexandria, who is 14, is your typical teenage girl. In love with celebrities, loves to have sleepovers, loves gossip, etc.

We get along, but sometimes we're not the best of friends. I do have too admit that she is absolutely gorgeous. She's about 5 foot 6 (I know, she's already taller than me D: ), blonde hair, blue eyes, just really pretty.

My second sister Dallas, who is 10, is in her little pre-teen phases. Shes old enough to understand the world, but at heart, still a child. I love her, she's amazing, she's gotten me through some of the worst times in my life.

And lastly, my little sister Taylor, who is 5. I have to say, Taylor is my favorite sister. She's so adorable and says the cutest things at the worst times.

And finally there is my brother. Calvin is 27 and he currently lives in Seattle, Washington. 10 years difference in age is a lot, but he's my older brother, hes super protective over me and can get a little crazy at times.

Today we move into the house in La Push. I'm not to excited to start school on Monday ,but I know my sisters are excited. The house that we are moving into is just amazing. I have this really deep appreciation for architecture. Don't ask why, I just do. As we pulled up too the driveway of our new house I was just amazed.

The car didn't even stop when all of my sister ran out of the car, to go claim their rooms. Honestly, I didn't care what room I got.

I ended up getting the room at the end of the hallway. It was slightly bigger than the other rooms, which did in fact make me happy. It's walls were white and not painted, the carpet was tan speckled color and my new Queen sized bed was already in the middle.

"MOM." I yelled out.

" YES?" she called back.

"CAN YOU COME UP HERE PLEASE?"

"SURE HONEY"

A couple of minutes later, my mom walked into my room.

"Yes Bristol? What did you want?" she asked.

"Um...can I paint these walls, or do I have to keep them white?" I questioned.

"Actually Bristol, if you go into the garage and look on the third shelf to the right, there is a variety of paint colors, stencils and brushes. I knew that you were going to want to paint your own room, so I asked the painters to paint your room white. A clean slate for you to start with." she said.

My jaw dropped just a little bit, was she really being this nice too me?

She knew that I loved to draw and paint, but she never gave me the opportunity to paint.

"Really?!" I asked.

"Yes Bristol. Just promise me that whatever you want to paint is not provocative and is semi-presentable. Okay?"

"Yeah, no problem."

I ran down the stairs and into the garage too find an assortment of colors and brushes just like she had said. I grabbed the blue, orange, yellow, red and gray. I was going to paint the beach on a rainy day. The beach on a rainy day was always my favorite setting.

I grabbed the paint and brushes and decided too head upstairs.

I put the paint down on the floor and looked at the time.

11:45 pm

It was late, and I had to go to school tomorrow. I would finish this painting tomorrow after school. But right now I needed to sleep.