My days in L.A have ended. Now my dad says were moving to some small town called LaPush where it always rains. My dad's best friend lives up there. We moved in a hurry. I didn't even see it coming. We even moved without our stuff. Except for one bag of personal items and clothes. My dad said the moving people would get it. My dad also said it would be a chance to bond. I don't think that'll happen. My dad is a drunk. He doesn't really get wasted on the weekdays (although he does still drink) but on the weekends totally different story.

I should be a sophomore but I guess always having extra time I used it to study and I got bumped up a grade. I'm 15 and my name is Lucy. Never really liked the name. But now my ride is almost over as my dad speaks. Oh his name is Jim.

"Were in town," he says," were going to be staying at my friend's house. Ya know Dave? He bought us a house but of course we're going to have to pay him back."

"No dad I thought we were just going to have a free ride here." I said sarcastically. I have a very bad attitude problem, which gets me into a lot of trouble, I've tried working on it but it's never really worked out.

"Now Lucy don't even start."

"Dad I was just kidding. Just calm down before you drive us into a ditch."

"Whatever."

"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes.

"See you just always have to get the last word in don't you?" He started speeding a little bit.

"No I was just talking ok?"

"Whatever hopefully moving here will change you attitude."

I kept quiet. I really wasn't in the mood for this. It was a long drive and I was tired. We pulled into a yard that didn't have a driveway or anything and the road was so small you couldn't really park on the side.

The house was only a white one story house. It had a screen door on the front but nothing else, no real door or nothing. It was really wet and muddy but I guess it's like that everywhere around here. It was drizzling from the moment we entered Washington. It had empty beer bottles all over the yard. Great somebody my dad can get drunk with. I'm sure that's how they met and became best friends in the first place.

A semi short man walked out wearing a shirt saying "I'm not a alcoholic I'm a drunk" and wearing to short shorts for a man. He looked like he was in his mid 40s and he had really, really bad teeth.

Me and my dad got out of the car and greeted him.

"Hey Jim long time no see," he walked to my dad and hugged him

"It's been to long," my dad said with a smile. Yeah to long that they haven't got drunk together.

"And who is this?" he asked eyeing me in places that I didn't feel very comfortable with. He started smiling. Ew. I mean I don't feel pretty but I wouldn't want him thinking that I was. I mean I'm tan, duh; I have brown hair that goes to the middle of my back and only a size B. I'm 5'6. I mean I'm just normal. I have a flat nose though! And when I stress I get zits, it's what teens do.

"This is my daughter Lucy," my dad said.

"Lucy. That's a pretty name. I'm Dave," he walked forwards with an outstretched hand. I took it and I tried to pull back but he hung on for like five more seconds. "Well com on in and have a drink Jim," he said still not looking away from me making me uncomfortable.

We walked inside and the inside was worse than the outside. It had more beer bottles than outside. Clothes all over the place. It was just disgusting. And the smell was just unbelievably bad. He made room on the couch after he got him and my dad two drinks. They sat down and there was one seat left. Next to Dave, yeah right.

"Come on Lucy and have a sit," he said as he patted the seat next to him.

"Umm actually my legs are still a little stiff. Would it be ok if I walked around dad?" I asked.

"Sure but don't go too far," he answered.

"Okay." And with that I was out the door.

So there it was! I really hoped you liked it and don't worry this is just the first chapter for it! So the other ones will be much longer! Review please!