This is my first time publishing a story. I really hope you all like it. Let me know what you think. I'm sorry its so short. Its was kinda just a start. I will be updating soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I know it's a bummer lol. I do however own Izzy. :P lol

Izzy Pov

It's not fair. Sometimes I think about running away. Like no one should have to put up with all this fighting. What can I do though? Im not 18 yet. So guess what? Yes, I'm stuck here. With my parents, who are constantly fighting. I know they are not happy with each other. My brother knows they are not happy with each other. Mathew, my brother, he got to get away from it. He went to college a few months ago. He decided he wanted to get as far away from this as possible. Which he did. He's currently in Washington State. Which is where my maternal Grandparents live.

Mathew is like every other big brother. A pain. He likes to rub in the fact that he doesn't have to watch me all the time and remember to pick me up from school. Also he doesn't have to help me with my school work anymore. Or teach me things like, how to do laundry or how to ride a bike. All these things he had to do because my parents were to busy fighting. Mathew said they weren't always like this. I really don't believe him. He said that once they were really happy. He said they used to read books together and to him and laugh and be normal. He said I was about two when they started fighting a lot. So guess who blamed them selves? You got it, me.

I sighed and got up. Maybe they would stop fighting if I went down there. I want them to work this out. I do because I love my parents and I want them to be together but that's me being selfish. I know they don't make each other happy anymore. I got to the bottom of the stairs and they seen me. My mother looked away and my father let out a loud breath. I was sick of this. I could hear them when I was in my room. Are they stupid? Probably.

"You can continue to fight. I can hear you in my room." I said as I walked to the kitchen.

"I told you she could hear us." My mother stated to my father.

"I can't take this anymore, Abagail. We need to work on our relationship and we can't do that if we can't speak freely." My father pointed a finger at her.

"Michael, what do you want to do?"

"We already talked about this Abagail. You parents haven't seen Izzy in years."

They are stupid if they think I can't hear them from the kitchen. So this was there solution, send me away. I knew it would come to this. My grandparents hated the idea of my mother and father always fighting around me. They had asked me to move in with them a long time ago. I told them no because I didn't want to leave my parents. Guess now I had no choice.

"Izzy, we need to tell you something." My mother called from her spot on the couch. I sighed quietly and made my way over to her.

"What is it mom?" Like I didn't already know.

"Your moving in with your Grandma and Grandpa for a little while."

"How long is a little while?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Until your 18." My father stated simply. What the fuck? An entire year I had to live away from my parents. What the hell, do they not love me anymore or something? Fuck my life!

"Where do Nana and Poppa live again?" I knew they lived in Washington but I didn't know where exactly.

"La Push." What's a La Push? My life sucks.