The feeling of the unknown, a lot of people think differently. But that wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach, that makes you feel like your heart is about to fall out of your ass; I think that's the scariest feeling anyone could bare.

I was never aware of my mother's intentions to move in with her boyfriend Michael, until now; three and a half days before the move. I've noticed a lot of our stuff was missing, but didn't think twice about it because well I live in Pasadena and that kind of shit happens every now and then.

The thing about this move is, well I was invited to go with her. Michael and I, we have very keen feelings for each other. I mean I wouldn't hate call it hate, it's just the fact that he's breathing bothers me... A lot.

So that's why I'm packing up and moving north. My dad Seth lives in a town up in Washington called Forks, I'm not thrilled with the fact I have to move to a microscopic town like Forks; but it has to be better than anything here, I deem.

"Hurry your ass up, you're gonna be late!" Michael roared. I looked at myself in the mirror. 'Come on Abe, 10 more minutes and you'll never see him again.' I thought to myself.

I trot down stairs, in no rush. "I don't understand why you take so long; you're going to be concealed in a vehicle for more than twenty hours anyways." he stated. I rolled my eyes at his comment and hauled my bags off to the Jeep.

"So this is it, my baby girl is leaving the nest." My mom voiced. "I guess you could put it that way." I replied. "Well I'm gonna miss you, write me every day." "Mom, what is this, the eighteen-hundreds? I'll just text you."

She smiled, and with that I hopped in the car and left Los Angeles County.

The first eight hours of the trip was easy, cranked the radio up free cruising. The rest was horrible; trying to drive with that awkward cramp in your buttocks is not that simple.

It was either really early in the morning or sometime in the late in the evening, that I caught a glimpse of a sign that read 'Welcome to Forks'. At this point I just ran out of all fucks to give, and had to go to Wal-Mart to buy some more.

I looked over the address one more and head in the direction the GPS read.

I put the car in park and cut the engine, I was finally 'home'. I peel back the plastic cover that replaced my door and slipped out of the Jeep. "Abe!" I hear a familiar voice shout. I turn around to see my dad standing on the porch. "Hey dad." I croak.

He trots down the steps and helps me carry all my belongings to the house. "Your rooms' upstairs, like it's always been. I bought you some new sheets, because I knew you would have probably out grown the 'Winnie the Pooh' stage." My dad stated. I smirked and nodded.

We get to my room to find everything almost untouched, the only difference was the bed sheets and he took some of the drawings off the walls. "Looks great." I uttered. "Good deal, I'll be downstairs if you need me."

I hesitantly looked around the room. Nothing has changed, not one little thing. I shrugged it off and began to unpack.

"You hungry?" I heard my dad ask behind the bathroom door. "I could eat. Just let me get out of the shower and we can go somewhere." I replied.

We pull up in a parking lot of a restaurant I remember going to when I was little. I slide out of the car and enter the building, the hostess seats us and we order out dinner.

"So you ready for school tomorrow?" my dad mutters. I shrug, "It's debatable. So how's work?" I canvass. "Pretty good, I'm getting pretty popular. Seattle wants to sign a broadcasting contact with me, so I can be aired state wide."

My dad has his own sports talk show on the radio. He covers everything from rugby to football; anything and anyone worth talking about.

We get back to the house around 9 pm. By this time I'm usually still wide awake, but after that twenty hour car ride I'm out. I throw myself onto my bed, take off my shoes and slide under the cover. Sleep.