CHAPTER 1

It's been 5 years since I moved away from La Push, away from all my friends and my dad's side of the family.

When I was 12 my parents went through a messy divorce and my mom, Colette, decided that it would be best for me to move to England with her. Let's just say she had to pack for me and she literally had to pick me up kicking and screaming and force me onto the plan. Can you tell I really didn't want to go?

I calmed down pretty soon after we landed in London but I still wouldn't speak to my mom. I put on my best sulky face which consists of a pout and furrowed eyebrows. I used to pull that face to my friends when they did something that I didn't like, for example taking the piss out of me if my voice squeaked, I would pull my pouty face at them and they would just laugh, say it was cute and pinch my cheeks. Irritating much!

It wasn't long after we had settled into a 2 bed apartment that mom decided the city was too noisy for her and that we were moving to a smaller town named Crawley. That time I agreed with her London wasn't the worse place we could live but it didn't feel like home. We moved into Crawley and managed to get a 2 bedroom house. It was nice, it was small house but it still didn't feel like my old home with my dad, Ronald.

When I was younger I was a very skinny, short, brunette girl with yellowish hazel eyes. But as I've grown up I became tall and filled out quite a bit, you could tell that I didn't work out though my arms were still quite skinny. I used to joke with my mom that I was going to have bigger boobs than her, she didn't find it very funny when it actually happened but that's just because it was a trait I inherited from my dad's side of the family. Yes, she IS that good at holding a grudge, she never let me go to see him in any of the holidays and the most contact she let me have, was by email and she still wasn't happy about it. It made my blood boil, he is my dad and obviously my favourite parent and I wasn't even allowed to go see him. I don't know why my parents broke up, they just did, but it must have been something seeing as my mom won't even let me mention my dad to her.

I emailed my friends loads too, I wouldn't ever forget about them. There was Chloe, she was my absolute best friend. I always turned to her when I was in need or stuck, I could share most of my gossip with her but she could jump to conclusion way too quick and she was constantly judging people. Seth he was so much fun I could just sit and talk with him for ages, I could tell him everything even if it was stupid or ridiculous. Scotty well he was very good looking and there is obviously no need to say but I had the biggest crush on him. He and I could, like Seth and I, talk for the whole day, when I told him I had been forcefully dragged to England it seemed that we didn't talk at all. Finally there's Matt, he was just plain awesome! He was like my gay best friend except he is straight, I took him on all my shopping trips we would have so much fun, until I was moved. Yes I do resent my mom a little bit.

Don't get me wrong I loved my new English friends but they couldn't share my funniest childhood memories like my other friends could. Whenever I tried to explain to them I would be in fits of laughter and the others would look at me as if I needed to be committed.

I am Laila Jade Welling or as my friends call me Lj. I was born on October 31st 1992 a senior in high school but over here in England, I finished school and I have just finished my first year at college. College in England is like the last two years of high school except you get to choose if you want to do them or not. That's everything you need to know so far, so on with my life...

I sat down at my desk and turned on my laptop, the screen loaded up and I signed into my email account, I had 3 emails from my friends one from matt one from Scotty and one from Chloe, hmm strange I usually had one from Seth, and of course I had one from my dad. I had to read his email twice because the first time I read it I could have sworn it said I was going back to La Push to live with him. I ran downstairs, 'mom...mom is it true?' I all but screamed at her she stood with her back to me washing some of the dishes left over from lunch.

'Is what true?' she sounded kind of mad. She didn't even look at me.

'That I can go back and live with dad...' she didn't answer me for 5 whole minutes, they were longest 5 minutes of my life! She finally turned to me.

'Yes, your plane leaves on Wednesday at 9am.' And with that she turned back to the dishes. I was walking back up to my room in a daze; Wednesday that's 2 days away. I hurried myself up to write back to my dad and purposely didn't email my friends back. I thought about it for a little while, I was sat on my bed and looking around my large room. 'I only have 2 days to pack all of this...' umm panic time!

I've spent the past day and a half packing all my junk up and I have just about passed out from exhaustion so when my alarm started beeping in my ear I had to groan whilst reaching out to turn it off. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at what day it was, it was Wednesday. I sprung up and out of my bed which was blankets on the floor. I ran through the shower in such a rush I think I might still have shampoo in my hair. The ride to the airport was a quiet one but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Mom and I hugged each other for at least 20 minutes before I boarded the plane to return to dad and my true home in La Push.