"Ms. Swan you have to understand the consequences of your actions. You've already been suspended for drug use and fighting twice just this semester."

I looked up at Mr. Cox, my school principle, and grinned. "I'd forgotten about the weed."

He cleared his throat and looked down at the paperwork in his hands. "This behavior is not tolerated at Forks High." He shook his head. "And this is the third strike for you Isabella."

My eyes widened in shock momentarily and then narrowed. "So what you saying is…?"

"You're expelled." Mr. Cox closed his eyes and then reopened them. "Your mother was already called and spoken to. She's on her way. You have five minutes to clean out your locker."

I was speechless. "Mr. Cox you have to understand-"

He cut me off. "I understand completely. You had three chances and you blew in Ms. Swan." He tapped his fingers against his wooden desk. "You're dismissed."

With numb legs, I stood and walked out of his office. In the hallway, everything seemed to be at a standstill. People coughed and looked at me with pity. I tried to pay them no mind. With one foot in front of the other I made my way to my locker. My hands were shaking and it took me a few moments to even open it. There was nothing even in it. I slammed it shut and walked towards the main office.

Before I even opened the door, I could see my mother's red hair, sleeked back in a tight ponytail. I took a deep breath and pushed my way inside. Her brown eyes met mine and then she looked away, shame written all over her face.

"Mom-"

"Not now." She continued working on the papers in front of her. When she was finished her voice was harsh and cold. "Let's go."

I followed my mom from the school to her SUV. She hadn't looked at me once. The entire ride home was quiet. I bet you could see the steam coming from my mom's ears. I swear I saw it, but that could have been the pills talking. I wasn't even in the front door of our little town house when she spoke from behind me. Her voice was empty of all emotion.

"Pack your stuff. You leave first thing in the morning." She breezed passed me as I stood still as a statue.

"What?" I chased after her into the house and grabbed her arm. "What do you mean pack my stuff mom? I live here!"

"Not anymore. I can't deal with you anymore!" Tears streamed down her cheeks and I wanted to slap her. "You've been terrible lately ever since you started dating that kid Mike." She put her hand in the air and jerked her arm from my hand. "Bella I can't do it anymore. I raised you better then this."

"Well where the fuck am I supposed to go Renee?" I whispered.

"To Texas. To live with your dad." She walked into the kitchen.

Wait… what? "Texas? What about Mike and school and-"

"No ifs, ands, or buts. Your going to live with Charlie." She stared pulling food from the fridge, signaling the conversation was over.

I started to walk away, but her voice called me back.

"Be ready by eight o'clock tomorrow. Your plane leaves at ten. There's boxes in your room already. Pack them and I'll be shipping them to you. Pack a suitcase if you want all your necessities."

"Can't we talk about this? Just one more chance." I asked begging.

"No."

"So that's it." I barely could breath.

She didn't respond for a few minutes. "That's it."

I ran to my room and through my book bag to the ground. Angry sobs ripped from my chest and I fell onto my bed crying. It seemed I laid there for hours. I ignored my mom when it was time for dinner. I can't even remember when I started packing. But before I could even blink, I had boxes scattered around my bedroom with all my belongings. And when I woke up, it was time to leave.