Disclaimers: I do not own anything! Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Except Morgan. She's my character.

It was a typical night in the Wilson household in Forks, Washington. Morgan was sitting upstairs in her room, trying to ignore the screaming, yelling, and hitting going on between her parents downstairs. To her, it seemed like this happened every night. Her mother had cheated on her father and he had found out. But what her father didn't know was that Morgan knew that he had cheated on her mother before. Her father, Tim, was the kind of man who could hold a grudge his whole life. Her mother, Angela, was a very depressed person who had attempted suicide many times. Morgan hated her life and often contemplated on ways of escape. So far, she had come up with two ideas that sounded very good to her at the moment. She could either kill herself, or run away to her grandmother's house in the nearby town of La Push. Out of the two choices, she liked the latter better. She grabbed her suitcase out of her closet and packed as many things as possible. She didn't bother to write a note; She wouldn't be missed. She crept down the stairs and sneaked to the back door.

"You're a sorry ass piece of shit, Angela," was the last thing she heard her father say before the shut the door quietly behind her. She fumbled with the keys in her left hand, trying to find the key to the old Yugo sitting in the back yard. She was only fifteen, but she could drive better than most people she knew. She threw her stuff in the backseat, jumped in the front seat, and started the engine. She pulled out of the driveway and made her way to La Push.

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Morgan drove up the driveway to her grandmother's house, put the car in park, grabbed her suitcase, and walked quietly to the front door of the old, Tudor style house and hesitantly knocked on the door. She heard a cat meow and a soft, tired voice saying, "Hello, kitty," coming from behind the door before the door opened. Her maternal grandmother stood there with a robe on, her mouth hanging open.

"Morgan, what are you doing here this late, honey?" she said while ushering Morgan inside.

"Mom and dad are fighting. They've been fighting nonstop for eight months now,Grandma. I can't take it anymore." Morgan moved her long, dark brown hair over her shoulder and out of her chocolate brown eyes.

"I know, honey." Her grandmother put a hand on her shoulder.

"I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while." Morgan looked up at the old lady with hopeful eyes.

"Of course, sweetie."

"Thank you, Grandma," Morgan said as she jumped up and hugged her grandmother.

"It's no problem. I need the company," she chuckled. "Tell me something." she held her granddaughter out at arms length. "You weren't driving again were you?"

Morgan looked back at her grandma sheepishly, "How else was I supposed to get here?" she asked smartly.

"Ah, you got me there," Grandma patted her on the shoulder. "Now let's get some sleep, shall we? You look horrible."

"Thanks, Grandma." Morgan laughed.

A/N: Okay that's the first chapter. Please review. Constructive criticism is welcome. As is plain ole criticism :) Oh and I know it's kind of ridiculous to have a fifteen year old be a really good driver, but I didn't know what else to put. But anyway, PLEASE review.