Hiya! The names is Sarizzile.

First story, it's about a girl named Haley who's human but see's a kid name Caine who's gorgeous but not human. He's a mythical creature and his parents are Bella and Edward. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1. The big goodbye.

Ok, First I hate the rents. Yes without them I would not be born. But by the time you're a teenager your supposed to hate your parents. So yeah I'm two years late but I at least have a reason to hate them.

Their the reason were moving!

My dad's job was relocated to a place called La Push, Washington. What kind of name is that?! It's like LA push you off the bridge. Ha ha I'll should remember that for later.

Oh! And to make this all so much better not only are we moving there but were driving there from Orlando. That's 3,285 miles, which will take 2 days and 1 hour in a 2004 charcoal Mitsubishi Endeavor with The terminator( mom) and Handy Dandy man (dad) hearing them argue about whether we should ask for directions or whether they should have left the dog. I have no liking for the dog, Not at all. It smells, I wash it; still smells. It's like her odor. Anyway if I had a say in this I would have left my little sister Allison. Mostly because she unlike my older sister Nicole doesn't drool is potty trained and lets me borrow her clothes. Not that I would want to borrow her clothes because she's two. But you get what I'm saying. My brother Josh is off at college doing god knows what with god knows what species. So we don't have to worry about him annoying the hell out of me.

Were leaving for the big move tomorrow. Today is the big good bye if you couldn't tell by the chapter's name.

"Haley! Wake up! It's already noon!" The terminator called, more like screamed from the kitchen.

"mhmmh let me sleeeep" My E carried a bit longer then I intended it to, So it sounded like I was a robot who said each E as though it was meant to be there.

Ugh! Have I mentioned how much I dislike my little sister?

I roll over so the sun doesn't creep through my shades and blind me. And much to my distaste is her, And her wet Disney Princess night dress.

"Morning Hawee" Her innocent voice tells me.

"Morning" I mumbled.

"How was your sweep?" She's a evil little creature. You know?

If you didn't know her you would think it's adorable and you'd probably goo goo , gaa gaa over her.

GAG ME!

"It was just fine" I grunted. Why couldn't I be the youngest? Oh I know. My parents wanted me to suffer. She got up a walked out of the room carrying one of my shoes, Likes it's a stuffed animal. I know, she's weird but that's why I'm supposed to love her? I don't know. But the demon baby left me, my bed and her urine. "EWWW! Mom Ally peed my bed AGAIN! I swear she's worst then Lemon!" I'd rather have Lemon as a sister then a dog. Now every morning I try to write something, doesn't really matter what.

It helps me get through the day. Some day I want to be a writer to entertain people who like to read about life but don't have one.( trust me, I'm one of those people.) Never taking a chance living life on the side lines. And yet when I write I have this incredible courage that only escapes when I'm typing.

Writing about love but never experiencing it, I'm not exactly the kind of girl who guys fling themselves at. I'm not the pretty geeky girl who doesn't see that she could could actually be the "it" girl if she wanted to. I'm about 5'7 and not skinny with the bleach blond hair and platinum credit card. I was born with perfect straight dark brown hair. As I got older that straight hair got curly to the point where ringlets had replace the sleek hair.

Too lazy to straighten it I left it. I got bored with the brown seeing all the pretty girls with their blonde highlights that I would color it from blonde, orange, light brown, dark drown to my present purple-ish maroon. I have big dark brown eyes that mother says that if you look close enough you could find the answer to everything; you just have to look hard enough. Now I'm fifteen so your prone to see pimple and blackheads. I have glasses but I don't like to wear them in public. Wearing shorts is something you'd wouldn't see me in unless I'm home. I've been told I'm pretty but never by the person you would like it to be.

Come to think of it I'm the exact opposite of the "it" girl. You read in stories that the girl who has no life finds a boy who is the popular guy and they really hit it off. So they go to some sort of function. Here she Is in this short, tight dress that would look disgusting on me. In all these teenage love stories these girls are pretty, smart, and SKINNY.

I guess that's why I had given up on love.

Writing about grief but never feeling it. Now that would be hard since I haven't really been through it . Yeah my dog died and my grandfather's but that was it.

We weren't really close. The only funeral was my grandfather's he died from a heart attack. I was about 8 and I went to touch his hand and it was like I stuck my hand in the freezer again. I didn't understand. I thought when you die, you'd still be alive in one way or another. I'd only met him once before; he gave my a ring and a harmonica that said "Golden Butterfly" With a little butterfly in gold imprinted right next to it.

He played beautifully. Once I got home I tried to play just like him to see if some how his skills would rub off on me.

As I think about that moment I see I tear drop forming on my skin. I let one fall , that's it only one. I've wasted to many Tears and time on it.

Think back to the present and I start typing away. The only sound is the keyboard and my ipod, The song "When we were Young" by The Killers fills my room. My fingering fly by each letter as though they were meant to be there for a reason.

Today's entry : Monday.

10:33 am

So there's this girl. And i guess you can say she has everything, Both parents, loving brother and sisters, food, shelter ,clothing, And the best friends anyone would die for.But why does this girl feel like there's something more. She's not the kind of girl who thinks that a girls should only look for love, to get married and bare many many children. She's wants to be in the real world where there's adventures tragedies and happiness. So while the other girls fix their hair and talk about cute boys; she's the one who drifts off thinking about a adventure that no one would dare travel, that is except her.Her life is writing but what is there to write about if you haven't really lived, She could always write about things that only her alter ego would do, say or even accomplish.She's says that on her 16 birthday she wants to run away somewhere beautiful, peaceful, quiet. Could she really live in her car day in and day night?Would she like it?Are you kidding she loved it. Only her, her heartbeat, the music that pumps through her veins, And paper and pen to write down her journey's.Who is this girl?That's for you to find out.

"Haley I want you down here in 5 minutes if your not here your ipod will be Allies!"

How could a 2 year old have a ipod?

Maybe as a chew toy but that's it.

I didn't give my mother a reason to do so I ran down the stairs with my laptop in one hand and ipod in the other. We were leaving to the extinct town where there's plenty of land but not enough teenagers.

I had said goodbye to my friends weeks ago because I knew it would be too hard so I just got it over with( the crying that is) I cried for what felt like forever.

Even though It was weeks ago I still cried in the car while mom and dad finished loading the car.

Nicole said good bye to her best friends first she cried, they cried. Then she had stopped right in front of her boyfriend and stared all over again.

"Shh Shhh it's going to be okay. I want you to know that I love you. You are the first girl that I love and I will always love you. Don't you dare doubt that. As soon as I graduate in a couple of months I'm going to move over there and one day I will propose to you …" Blah blah blah blah Does she really believe him?

By the look on her face she did. But how?

Why?

"I love you too. And on that day you propose I will say yes."

WHAT?!

Did I just hear that?

Is she crazy?

Has she been brainwashed?

That must be it.

Too many sappy movies.

And yet there was a small, smaller then a grain of sand but it was there and it made me wish that I could someday have that.But how could I?

How I'd want that even though I wasn't the kind of girl people fell in love with. I was the best friend of the girl who everyone loved. She was, is and always be perfect. Even though she thought very little of herself. She was the girl who every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be like.

I'd become friends with her this year, and really hit it off. She lived 10 streets down from me. Now I have two best friends that are worthy enough to be mentioned right now. Cleo the girl I just mentioned and Charlotte . Now I've known Charlotte since 1s t grade and we've been best friends since the beginning. I don't even remember a special event that Charlotte wasn't in. She had those big brown eye where if you look there's some many questions floating in there and determination to find the answers. She Is beautiful to where you'd have to look away or it might burn. Her intelligence never ceases to amaze me. She's so creative and believes in what she thinks is right and no one could change that. With the memories we have shared, the times together, I might forget the date, what I wore, how my hair looked but I will NEVER forget them or the memories we shared. Now thinking about how I might never see them again bothered me and I hear my father say " we'll come back, Now you two stop crying ..please for me."

You two?

I turn to my side and see Nicole's shirt stained with those salty tear drops. "Save those tears to things that matter" The terminator says.

You've got to be fucking kidding me?!

You see we've lived here since I was pretty much a new born.

So leaving behind all of the memories and friends, our dead pets that we've buried in our backyard.

"Mom he was my first everything! Just because dad doesn't love you doesn't mean that love doesn't exist!" Sobbed Nicole.

I hope she knew what was coming for her.

Maybe a hand or a belt. Our parents never beat unless we deserved it. It would have to be severely bad if she would pull over and do it.

But we were on the highway. She wouldn't. Would she?

Mom's face lit up with anger, Jealousy and was it grief I saw?

"I …uh…..how…How Dare you?! What makes you think your father doesn't love me?"

"Because your love isn't like ours. It's the can't eat, can't sleep reach for the stars world series thing. Yours is who's picking the kids up? We need a new car. I'm pregnant after your dumb ass got drunk and didn't use a condom. Yeah mom we hear you." Nicole blurted who even realizing she said because she was blushing and had a apologetic face on.

My mom on the other hand was embarrassed that we had heard so much from pervious fights.

"That doesn't …mean ..I uh don't love your father. He has given me beautiful kids and has provided for us."

This I why I don't believe in love.

There's nothing around me to prove it. My parents have the kind of love that everyone has; you'd be sad if they died, but you don't feel like you've died and gone to heaven each and every time they touch you either by kissing you or accidentally touching you arm. Then again am only 15, But my parents are older and they got bored of waiting for true love so they married the closest thing to it. Like everyone, in my opinion.

Look around your school, Do you see the girls walking around saying to their boyfriend "Omg. I love you, I don't think I could live with out you, Me+You4EVA" The only problem Is that they've been dating a week. How can you love anyone in that short time. I didn't even love my little sister in that short of time. Plus a week or so later the couple has broken up and after a little while(like 4days) that person already has another boyfriend and their already saying the exact thing they said to the Ex that name and memories are already being replaced with her current love.

It's like true love doesn't exist anymore. Maybe I'm the only one that actually believes that "the L word" isn't something to take lightly. Who knows. Maybe I'll be the one to die alone, I'd have cats but I'm allergic. So I'll die all alone not loved and I've grown to accept it. I'm not the kind of girl who falls in love. Anyway so were in the car and the worst thing that could happen happened. So I have my Ipod on and I'm thinking about random things like will I be the only sophomore in the whole school. Cause that would suck. But it's most likely to happen.

If you haven't noticed this is my first fan fiction.

I love to read them but writing them is different( for me at least).

I'd love to know what you think.

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