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As I was walking down the dirt path I noticed nothing but trees surrounding me. The smell of fresh rain was so strong and radiant that I felt like I was breathing in nothing but fresh, crisp air. The dirt wasn't muddy, more solid, and the trees that were around me were as tall as New York City sky scraper buildings.

I remembered a place like this, I've been here before. However, I'm not so sure how I got here today. I must be dreaming, but most the times my dreams aren't so perfect. This felt real.

Suddenly a dark figure in the woods darted far ahead of me and I came to a stop. There was no way I was going any further with something darker out there. I was suddenly frightened because the howl of a wolf called from somewhere behind me. Now I was hoping this was all a dream.

My feet began to move and I'm not sure where they were going to take me. My breathing was heavy and I could feel my body beginning to become more tired as I raced on through the woods- chasing something that could be dangerous. I couldn't help it though, and on I went.

I came into a clearing. There were eight amazingly gorgeous people standing in front of me. Four men and four women, looking like they had just come out of a fairy tale. They were all so beautiful that they literally took my breath away, there was absolutely no way this could be a nightmare.

I walked closer and began to notice more details. But before I could get too indulged in those fine details I noticed the fourth woman standing by a tall bronze haired man was my… grandmother. My grandmother Bella Swan. Why would I dream of her? I knew it was her, I used to love taking out photos from my fathers

"Grandmother… why are you in my dream?" I asked the first question that came to my head.

She stood there and smiled at me. I couldn't understand why she wasn't answering. Then my mother appeared into my dream and stepped right through me. She was holding a tiny baby in a pink and green satin blanket… the one that was in my room folded on my dresser.

"Bella. It's so good to see you darling." My mother kissed my grandmother and tears came to my moms eyes.

"Don't be sad, mom. I'll be ok. I just can't be around anymore." Bella said these things so easily, as if nothing mattered to her and she just called her daughter, 'mom'. I also noticed why she was so careless about saying she couldn't see her anymore as my mother cried. She was holding his hand and my heart hurt for my mom. I turned to comfort her but she stepped through me again.

Bella leaned down to the baby and kissed her forehead. The baby shivered, obviously cold from the touch. Then the eight beautiful figures were gone. They had left so quickly that I had to debate if they had just disappeared or ran off too quickly for my eyes to catch. My mother turned around and began walking to the edge of the woods, back to where she had come from.

"It's alright, Luna. You'll grow up and live and get married and grow old… and die." She smiled at the last words she had spoken. She was happy that eventually I was going to die. Now I knew that it was a dream turned into a weird twisted nightmare that I needed to wake up from.

Suddenly the light hit my face and I began to scream. I sat up in my bed quickly, opening my eyes as far as they would go for a moment. I didn't want to fall back asleep. That was by far the weirdest dream I had ever had.

Today was my seventeenth birthday, and we were flying into Seattle, Washington. I was excited but then again not so excited to go. I wanted to go so I could see where I used to live and be around the fresh smells. Right now my home was in Florida. A hot and over rated place compared to where I spent half of my life. I wasn't excited to go because I hate flying. I hate it with a passion. I also hate how I was leaving my two best friends, Orian and Linair, and I hated that I was leaving my boyfriend Luke. It would only be for two months, but that's a very long two months without much contact. I had a phone with unlimited texting so I might as well not complain.

I used to live in Washington State with my mom and dad. My mom had wanted to live there to be around her ex husband who was going through a very hard time. I wasn't allowed to know much about it. I was only barely one at a time. Half of my life went by and when I turned nine we moved to Florida.

My family was very distant and I always felt so detached. It was like there had always been something missing in everyones life that they were too busy dreaming about than to just look right in front of them.

It was my birthday and we were on the plane to Washington State. I would have time to read and write in the woods like how I once did. My mother informed me that we were going to stay in Forks. Perhaps I will find a nice trunk to perch myself on and become entranced in my own writings or a nice book. That my mind would take me to a world where I could be happy.