.Sweet Disposition.

Another rainy day in Forks, Maine. I guess I always liked the rainy and drowsy weather. It's calming and a great day to watch a film. Recently, I heard my mum talking about moving to another country. I don't know exactly where, but it's in England. I don't want to leave Forks because my best friend, Alice lives here. She literally is my only friend, but I don't mind that she is. I'm not a big crowd fan. I am very shy, that is.

Moving to a country means new school, new people. I was thinking, maybe I should try to come out of my shell. You know, like be outgoing. I never done anything daring or rebellious. I want to turn that around also.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I find my mum sitting at the table flipping through todays news paper. She had a cigarette in her mouth and a coffee mug in her hand. She looked stressed.

"What's wrong?", I asked her stopping in the doorway, then leaning against the wall.

"What do you mean?"She didn't bother to look up at me. My mother has been sad and nearly depressed after her and dad split up. It didn't affect me, I saw it coming. They fought every day. Blaming every little thing on each other. I remember one time, I got a 'D' in science class and my dad blamed it on my mother.

"I know your face when your aggravated. I'm not stupid. Something is on your mind."

"Well, since you're being noisy, I am looking at family-sized houses and all of these are to expensive in England. So I am going to buy a small house, with three bedrooms.", she looked up at me, but avoided making eye contact. She thought I would be mad.

"We don't need a Family sized house. It's only you, me, and Nathan. Which Nathan is leaving for University in a year."

"Hmm. I think I know the house. It's located in Bristol. It's a cute little house in a neighborhood. Come look.", my mother actually made eye contact with me and reached out her hand towards me. I walked over and grabbed her hand and looked down at the wrinkly newspaper laying on the table. I saw a white house with a single red door. It was stuck between other small buildings that also appeared to be houses. It had a little wooden fence. It looked perfect for us. I looked at my mother and flashed her a quick smirk. "Skylar, what do you think?"

"What do you think, mum. It's up to you.", I walked to the fridge to look for something to drink. "When would we move there?", I closed the fridge door without getting a drink. I turned and face my mother once more.

"Maybe by Wednesday?"

"Wednesday? That's in two days! What?", I walked around the table and stood in front of her so she could see me. We can't leave now, I won't have time to say bye to Alice. She's in Maine for the week. Either way I knew I couldn't change my mom's mind.

"Skylar, we need to. We need to leave Forks. I know it's sudden but please-"

"Mum! Listen to me, Alice is away for a week in Maine. I need to say good-bye!", she clothes the newspaper and gave me a angry glare. She stood up from the dining, chair forcing it back across the kitchen floor.

"I am not changing my mind. Now go pack your things. I am going to get food for dinner."My mother went to the coat hanging standing by the door, grabbed her jacket and threw it on. She open the door, then shortly after slammed it shut. I cringed from the loud of the slam. I sighed, and went back to my room.

Opening my door I took a long look at my room. Maybe I should just leave without telling her, she won't have to know. I thought about this decision for a while that I just forgot about it. I looked at my wall collage where pictures of Alice and I took together. I started to take them down. For some reason. I was a little excited to move and make a new me. Is this bad?

I opened all my drawers and my closet door and threw all my clothes in to my huge suit case. I can make me a new me.