Discaimer: I don't own twilight, or anything from it.
I awoke to some thing so annoying, it made want to go through the effort of going back in time and making sure it was never created. My bother should be glad it wasn't him, because if it was him I WOULD make sure he didn't exist! He would be as lucky as the alarm clock.
I smacked the machine till it shut off, and went forth with my morning routine. My feet would go in the slippers that were always in the same spot each morning. Then I'd go grab my robe off the door, and make my way toward the bathroom. I let out a surprised yelp when my feet touched the cold wooden floorboard. I looked around my room frantically, and a bit confused. Then everything came back to me……Today is the day I move.
(AU: This is just the first chapter. The other ones will be better.)
