Goodbye Phoenix. I said this for the last time before I got on the plane for Washington. This is where my life would most likely become the story of another child with divorced parents. I was really depressed that the sun would be gone for the rest of my adolescence.

The car ride with Renée was finally over and I got on the plane. Before I left I could hear her sobbing in her handkerchief. It was like I was never coming back. I guess if all was well I wouldn't be back soon, and I couldn't see why she would be coming any time soon to visit. Charlie was okay when you knew what he liked. This short list consisted of food, a nice couch, and a television. With his job he could provide two of the things, I just had to make him food. I wasn't a big deal; I had to do it for Renee and Phil to. Charlie wasn't as bad as Renee, but he couldn't make the instant Mac and Cheese, if that gives you a small incite for how bad Renee is. I just hope that he doesn't make me sign up for that elderly home 'friends' project. Not that I didn't like the older generation, but really, I don't need to hear another story about 'The War'. It is so popular that even the nurses don't listen to it anymore. Please Charlie…

--In the terminal--

Oh God there he is with that guilt on his face, I knew it. It's not like I made it a secret I hated the hospital jobs. Of course like usual Charlie he waited to be almost to his house before telling me.

"So Isabella, you know there is a new doctor at the Home?" his own quaint word for the nursing home. Actually the hospital and the nursing home are the same building, so he was probably referring to my new 'best friend'. Most of the doctors really are my friends. Mostly because they know I hate it there, which is the aftermath of being graceless. That was actually how Charlie found the program in the first place.

"Anyway," he said, not getting any feedback exept for my glare like face at the mention of The Home, "he is very young, only 23 or something, and very handsome. He has four kids. They moved here two years ago, so maybe you can meet some new friends." Just like Charlie, always hoping for the best. "Also, there is a new resident in The House." Always bringing that up isn't he? "He is quite old, over 100 I think."

Really? This could be better. "What's his name?"

Charlie just looked shocked I had said anything that may look as if I was looking forward to this visit. "Uhh…Edward Massen, Mosin, no, Masen! That's it! He has been here for two months and is still going strong for an old man. Talked to him once- he wants to live in every state for two years. very unique goal. This is the second to last one on his list. In exactly one year and ten months he is leaving for Wyoming. Already had a nursing home all set up."

Wow. Edward Masen must be wealthy for that life! And still going 'strong' too. Nothing will stop these old folks. Soon the drive of the house was coming unto veiw.

"I'm going to un pack." I said before hurrying up stairs to my room.

"Isabella the program starts tomorrow!"

Great, just what I needed, to look after Edward on my first day of 'school'. Well technically I am home schooled, but I still have to work. Home schooling was in my family since there was some attack in a school my great-grandma went to, ironically here in Forks. There was some kind of giant animal confrontation and many children were killed. The police had never even found any tracks. Our family friend the Blacks insisted on the home schooling. Sometimes those old Quilettes are so stubborn! They were the creepy type, who believed in spirits. I always try to humor them when they start, but the oldest one, Billy, always looks at my funny. Once he even told me I had a meeting with 'tem' in store. Not even elaborating on 'them'.I have no idea if he means animal attack or what, but he is so testy! He son Jacob is so perverted too! The creepy thing is I think Charlie wants him and me to get together. Unfortunately I had to see him every summer, as Charlie and I couldn't just go to California every time I visited like I wanted like I wanted.

I lay down to get some sleep, dreaming about huge blood baths in the schools…

Okay really bad, yeah I know. This is my first story of any length. If you do by chance like it, don't expect somrthing for a while. I have other things to do. Not that I don't love you all, but it took me an hour to write this sad piece if an intro.

Sorry:(

Sarah