Authors note: Hi, this is my first story so I hope you like it. I'm am a HUGE Twilight fan. I don't have a team.

**All characters are owned by Stephanie Myer. Not me.**

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Homesick. Already, that was how I was feeling. I stared out of the window, watching as people walked passed my Mum's car. We were on our way to our new home. I didn't want to go. Who would want to go to rainy Washington? Certainly not me. The rain fell down, crying my un-cried tears. I didn't want to leave London. Yes, I'm a London girl, an 'English rose' as my American auntie used to call me. As soon as a saw the sign say 'LA PUSH' in bold letters, from that point I knew I wouldn't fit in this place. The town was cute, but too….. Small? It was small compared to London anyway.

Now you are probably wondering why we were moving. My Grandpa died, leaving my grandma all alone. It was 'Important' as my mum said, to go and live near grandma, I didn't mind though, I quite liked the idea of living somewhere different, Elsewhere from the city.

Tree's surrounded our car as we went down each road, almost blocking the grey sky. You would think it looked haunted, with all the trees surrounding you, but it just made it look beautiful. Even with the bad weather, very tanned people strolled around. I'm guessing they were Native American. Me, well. I obviously wasn't anywhere near Native American, with my brown curly locks, and brown eyes, and pale skin. They however, all had raven black hair, and dark green or brown eyes, Very tanned, very beautiful. Basically, Everything I wasn't. I was always average, though people said I was pretty. I never saw it.

"Looking forward to moving here, Amelia?" My mum asked, giving a small smile. Most people called me Millie, though mum. She called me by my real name. My full name is Amelia Lauren Howard.

"I guess, it looks….nice?" I mumbled back. Other small houses could be seen as we drove past, and a sign saying 'First beach' pointed down another road.

"Mum, is there a beach here?" I asked, curiously.

"I think so, why?" She replied.

"Just curious. I saw a sign saying first beach. I may explore it." I mumbled the last bit to myself.

"You used to play at first beach when you were little. You, me and grandma used to walk Poppy up on the beach. I guess we could go up there again." Mum replied. Poppy. Our faithful dog. She was so cute, I loved her to bits. It made me cry when I head she got run over. But she was always our dog.

My mother pulled into a cute cottage (look in profile for the picture of the house). It was very small, tree's surrounded it and a little balcony came out of the front. The sun was shining on the house, making the dark wooden house look lighter. It was a two story house, the top half, however, looked like a loft conversion.

'I wish dad was here.' I thought to myself as mum stopped the car. My dad moved away to Australia. He 'apparently' needed to go for business reasons. What a load of bull that was. When I was 11 years old, my mum told me the truth, apparently he 'fell out of love with her'. Again, I knew that was just putting it nicely that he cheated on her. I still loved my dad, but there would always be voice at the back of my head wish that he would get together with my mum.

"Come on Amelia, let's get inside." I sighed, and got out of the car, pulling up my jeans and pulling down my top. I got my bag out of the car and walked up the steps and opened the glass and wood door. As I entered, a kitchen/living room/dining room was found, all in one space. On the left was a small stair case. At the back of the space was a door with what looked like, a bathroom in it. Another door was on the right of the house, with double glass doors, opening into a bedroom, which had blinds to block out the view into the bedroom if needed.

"Your bedroom is upstairs, it's a loft conversion. There is still Disney princess stickers around in the room, take them off if you want, I know you still like them though." She winked. I rolled my eyes. Yes, I still loved Disney princesses, Even though I was 17 years old. I still loved them.

I walked up the stairs to see exactly what mum described. A loft conversion, with two chests of draws and boxes laid out everywhere. A small light was on the dressing table. Two double doors that lead out to a balcony, lighting up the room. No windows were needed. It was surprisingly large from what it looked like from the outside of the house. I knew why my mum chose the house, because it was so me. Everything about it, I loved. I knew she did it for a reason; it was to get me to like this place. And as much as I didn't want her to, she was succeeding so far. Of course, that was only the house. The town looked so small and boring, that I wasn't sure if I liked it that much.

I collapsed onto the bed once I had finished unpacking. Shattered from the eight hour flight, I closed my eyes, catching up on my much needed beauty sleep.