I was dreading moving. I sluggishly put the last few things from my room into a packing box and taped it shut. I marked all four sides with 'Sadie's'. I picked up the box and carried it down stairs to put with all the others. I had nothing else to pack so I found an open space on the couch to sit and waited for the movers to arrive. I laid my head back and stared at the ceiling. I played back the memory of when my mom told me we were moving.. I got into such a big argument with her.

"What do you mean we are moving?" I asked bewildered.

"Honey, This place, it isn't good for us. We need to get out of the city for awhile." My mother said trying to calm me.

"Well maybe you don't like it here Julie, but I do."

"I know you do, and that's part of the reason we are leaving. And my name is mom, not Julie.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you are getting out of control."

"Are you kidding me?" I asked half way snorting. "So I come home past curfew a few times. That makes you think we should move?" I asked incredulously.

"It's more than that honey. You skip school, you are late for curfew, and sometimes you don't come home at all."

"So you're punishing me? Can't you just ground me instead?"

"Grounding you will not do any good, you'll just sneak out and keep acting up. I have to remove you from this all together. Before things get worse."

"Before things get worse? What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I don't know, but I am not going to wait long enough to find out."

And with that it was decided we were moving. It was only two weeks ago we had that conversation. Julie already had her plans under way. She had just waited to tell me and then we packed. I was pretty upset. I was going to miss my friends and they were sad to see me go. I promised I would keep in touch. They were shocked to hear where I was moving. Forks. First, they laughed and asked if that was even a real place. After I explained to them it was very real, and a small town they were speechless. It reminded me of my reaction when my mother told me that we were going there. My mom use to live in Forks when she was young. Her parents decided they wanted to live in a big city so they packed up, took my mom and they never looked back. My mom was 16 at the time. It's ironic that I'm a only a year older than when she left Forks.

There was loud knock on the door that pulled me out of my reverie. I reluctantly pulled myself of the couch and went to answer the door. It was the movers, I let them in and directed them on what to take and what to leave. Some things we were taking in our car. Julie was getting her affairs in order. She worked at the bank and luckily enough for her, a position opened at the one and only bank in Forks. She would be their new manager. I wondered if her co-workers will think she is some big shot from the city and automatically take a disliking to her. I hoped not for Julie's sake. She really is a sweet person.

After the movers left I went and sat on the steps of the porch. I wanted to enjoy the blue skies and sun while I could. Apparently, I wouldn't be seeing much of it anymore. According to my mom, it rained quite often in the small town of Forks. For a split second I thought maybe my mom just wanted to see my displeasure, she knows I hate rain. But I knew my mom could never be that mean. She didn't have it in her. Deep down I knew that by taking me to Forks, she thought she was doing what was best for me. Even if I didn't agree with it. I heard our car turning down the street before I saw it coming.

We had a beat up old 1964 Camaro. Anytime you made a turn in it, the tires would squeal. We tried taking it to a mechanic but they couldn't figure out what exactly was wrong with it. It could be a pain sometimes but I love that car. I named him Cam. It was a faded blue, almost like the color of the sky. It would be a nice reminder of the blue skies here in Sacramento. As I watched my mom pull into the drive way the car behind her pulled in as well. Then another car parked in front of the yard. I was confused. Were people from her work coming to say good-bye? The guy who had parked behind my mom got out of the car and walked to my mother's window. He handed her his keys and then turned towards the street. I was very confused now. He hopped in the car parked in front of the yard and they sped off. I went to the car and opened the door for my mom. I grabbed some of her papers she was carrying to lighten her load.

"What was that all about? And why is that car here?" I asked tilting my head towards the other car.

"It's ours." She beamed.

"What? You got a new car?"

"Well it's not exactly new, just new to us."

I eyed the car noticing how nice it looked. I could tell it was recently washed because of the shine. It was a black Nissan Altima.

"What year is it?" I asked

"Oh-four."

"Well it's nice, but what about Cam?" I was sad to see Cam go.

"That's the best part honey. We're keeping him! I'll have him towed up to Forks with the rest of our things. I figured you'd like to have your own car up there."

"Really Mom? Oh my gosh, Thank you so much!" Even though I was bummed about moving I was ecstatic about having my own car.

Later that evening we rolled out our sleeping bags on the living room floor. We were staying the night here and then waking up early to drive to our new home. It was going to be about a 10 hour drive. I was not looking forward to it.

The next morning we put away all our last minute things and packed them in the car. I was brushing my hair in the bathroom looking in the mirror when I realized how sad I looked. I noticed my eyes were darker than they should be. My eyes were already a dark brown and I hated the color. Everyone always told me they were pretty but how could they be. They were just brown. I had my mom's eyes. I continued examining my face going onto my nose. It was narrow and it slightly tipped up at the end. When I examined my lips I realized I was pouting like a child and it made me laugh. I was unhappy with my looks but what teenage girl wasn't. I turned to the side to look at my body. I shook my head. I was thin, almost too thin. Being taller than most girls didn't help. Last time I checked I was 5'8. I finished brushing my hair contemplating whether or not I should dye it. I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't. My hair was the one part of me I did like. It is a very dark brown, almost black. It has just the right amount of curls. Not to curly, not to straight, wavy. I finished getting ready and brushed my teeth. I stuffed my things in my bag and walked into the living room. It was empty so I walked outside. My mom was waiting by the car all ready to go.

I stood in the yard looking at the house for one last time. Taking it all in. I was surprised how sad I actually was to leave. This house held all my childhood memories. It was like I was leaving a part of me behind. I felt my mom put her arm around my shoulders.

"I'm going to miss it too." We both looked at the house one last time.

"Let's go honey." She dropped her arm from my shoulders and began to walk to the car. I hated leaving. I wanted to run up to the porch and chain myself to the door but I knew that would do no good. I sighed and trudged my way to the car. I threw my bag in the backseat and then got in. As we backed out I let one tear slide down my cheek. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. I began to prepare myself for my new life in Forks.