Forks is a dreary place, there was no denying that. From the gray skies to the grey people, it was small and at first glance, uninviting. It was totally different from what I knew; the bright sunny skies of California and the youthful energy that permeated through the streets San Francisco. I'm not bitter about mom's choice to move us here. I don't mind the cold and rain. In fact I can't wait until winter, finally I would actually get to see what a white Christmas looks like.

I hummed softly while I watched the trees flash by, we had passed the high school some time ago and since then I hadn't seen anything but houses and flashes of tress.

"How much longer until we get there?" I asked sitting up straight

Mom, who was enjoying the music coming out of the radio, didn't hear me when I asked and instead of answering the question she kept tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to ask again; even if my mom had heard me I would probably get the same response. Mom didn't like it when I asked too many questions, she said that I was too uptight and that I needed to go with the flow more often. But both she and I knew that was impossible, it went against everything in my personality, by nature I am a worrywart.

"Oh! Baby, look we are here!" Mom's sweet voice sounded as we pulled into the drive way of a two-story brown house with a small lawn in the front. When we exited the vehicle I was able to take in the sight of my new home and decided that it was an acceptable place for us to stay at. If it was anything below my standards I definitely would have complained to mom that I didn't like it, or how I didn't feel safe. If I had pulled out the safety card her mom defiantly would have had second thoughts about moving here. And I would be justified in my feelings if I did say that felt unsafe. Thick trees outlined the entrance to the wood that lay just across the street from our new home and it was extremely creepy. But I actually felt happy with our new house. I looked to my mom; her light face was full of happiness. "Isn't it just perfect?" She asked me delighted.

I brushed my dark brown hair out of my face and gave the house another once over before I said, "Yeah, it's nice."

My mother's full lips fell in into a pout and she put her light brown hands on my shoulders, "Come on baby, you have to be a little happy about moving here, otherwise I'll feel bad." She lifted her finger to poke my brown nose but I opened my mouth in an attempt to bite her finger and she snatched it back. She chuckled and said, "I knew you didn't hate it."

I stuck my tongue out at mom who responded in the same fashion. "Well, I don't hate it. It's nice." I stated plainly and I sighed when I heard mom squeal in delight. I rolled my eyes when I saw her run inside, my mom, an adult, was acting like a kid on Christmas.

I followed her inside and didn't bother to check out the downstairs portion of the house. I wanted to choose my room before the movers arrived. When I got upstairs I found that there were three rooms, not including bathrooms. One I knew mom would want to use as her study and so the smallest room would be the most appropriate for that. That left me with two choices the large room in the back or the slightly smaller room in the front. I chose the room at the front part of the house. It hard a large window and a small balcony, perfect for setting a chair outside and enjoying a good book.

"You like this room?"

Mom's voice made me jump and I turned to glare at the woman who was leaning against the wall with her eyebrow raised.

"Yeah I do." I replied. "Why?"

"I knew you would." Mom closed her eyes and smiled, "It's the perfect place for an angsty teenage soul to come and write cheesy romance novels."

I glared harder, "Mom, why are you such a jerk?"

"You should know that it comes with the DNA." She stated smirking at me, "And that with each generation it gets worse. So while I will be a lovable jerk for the rest of my days, I'm afraid, my dear sweet daughter, that you will be an asshole."

"MOM!"

"What?" she shrugged, "It's true. Anyway if this is the room that you want you should come down here and tell the movers that, so we just don't throw your crap all over the place."