A/N: Hey(: This is my first story, so don't go TOO hard on me, okay? It would make me a very happy girl if you reviewed(:

Also, please point out any mistakes I have made or any suggestions you have. I have chapters two and three written already, and I don't think I'll be changing those.

ENJOY, Going Back To Paradise.

I laid on my bed and looked around. I saw all the craziness and memories on my walls. Some I wanted to remember, others….Not so much.

All of this will be gone in two days; well actually I WILL be gone in two days. I'm moving in with my cousin Jared and Aunt Karina in La Push on Saturday. I was ecstatic when my dad told me. I missed Jared and my best friend Cierra.

My name is Avery Taylor Medows, and I will soon be reunited with my favorite get-a-way place, La Push, Washington.

But sadly, I will be doing that on crutches.

~Morning Before~

"Avery! Come Here!"

Me, being me, was just waking up at 12:04 p.m. I managed to somehow get downstairs without breaking my neck.

"What?"

I drawled out the word as if I had to keep making noise to stay awake. I have a habit of doing that a lot.

"You are moving to Aunt Karina's in La Push. We think you need a change of scenery. And while you do that, your mother and I will be studying in Rome."

I didn't realize my jaw had dropped until some spit hit my toe. I quickly wiped my mouth hoping that my parents didn't see.

"What? Really! Yes!"

There I go with drawling out my words again.

I was doing some sort of happy dance when I tripped, fell, and slammed my foot into the wall. Can yah say OWWWWWWW!

"Ahhhhh! Oh my fucking gosh!"

Then came the tears…

-A while later-

I don't even remember driving to the hospital, or getting the cast put on. I only remember hobbling out of the hospital on crutches. Turns out I broke my foot and two toes.

~Flashback Over~

So now I'm going to be on a plane on Saturday, with crutches. Lucky me -.-

My Current To-Do-List:

1. Pack all of the clothes I actually still wear.

2. Find a suitcase big enough for all of the clothes I still wear.

3. Think of a way to get back at Jared for pushing me down the stairs last time we visited.

4. Discover a way to get the cast through my jeans.

I guess while writing that stuff down, I fell asleep. I woke up with my cat sleeping on my face. Gross. The next couple minutes went like this:

Me:-sat up-

Kitty: -flips out and latches her claws into my cheeks-

Me: -screams in pain, which scares Kitty more-

Kitty: -scratches up my chest, then runs away-

It hurts like fucking hell, but I got to admit, the scratches looked pretty badass. Ha-ha.

Note to Self: Tell Jared I beat the shit out of some bitch for looking at me wrong. That'll teach him for always picking on me for being 'Skinny and Weak.' Well little AveyBear isn't the same anymore big cuzzo. I sat there smirking to myself for a little bit, and then started packing my clothes. (It was going to take awhile)

I left out my jean shorts and lime green tank top, along with my paint splatter zip up hoodie for the plane ride/arrival outfit. Hey, I needed to look ahh-mayy-zing for Jared's friends. Cierra told me that all the Rez boys were HOTT! I think she said she was dating Embry. ?

2nd note to self: Back off Embry.

-3 ½ hours later-

"Aggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I was so tired, and didn't even have half of my stuff packed! FML.

I eventually just stopped packing and hopped down the stairs to find my camera. I would DEFINITELY need it. [p.s. I'm a bit of a camera whore!]

For the rest of the day I just decided to chill with some Eminem and think of all the things that have happened to me in Ohio. I surely would not miss it. Somewhere in the reminiscing I updated my facebook status.

Ehh, What can I say? I'ma teenage girl.