I sighed, staring up at the ceiling from my bed. It's been a year since Hanna has offered me the Change. I had never looked for her. I thought I didn't need her help. But I was wrong. Now, my family is moving to Beacon Hills and I will never get the chance to do it. We finally have enough money to move into our new house and start a new life. I am legally an adult now, so I could stay if I wanted too. Truth is, I just can't. The pain of my sister's memory is fresh and I can't leave my family unprotected.

Groaning, I sat up and turned my feet to the floor. I shivered at the cold concrete floor. Today was moving day. Our furniture was already in the movie truck, so I had to make do with sleeping on the floor. Which is so not a good thing for my back. I stood up and stretched, wishing for my mattress and comforter. I had to use my bed sheets because my mother didn't want to pack my heavy quilt. I could have packed it, but let's face it, I'm lazy. I'll be honest.

I grabbed my sheets and pillow and shoved them in a medium sized box. I'm the type of person who travels in my pajamas. So sue me. It's not like I'm going to prom.

Shuffling towards the only bathroom in the house, I did my usual routine before heading back into my room for my vans and my box. Just as I slipped on my shoes, my mother came in.

"Monica! Get up, we have to-!" She stared at me in surprise, her dark grey eyes, so like my own, taking in me picking my box up. I just sighed.

"Ready for our new start Ma?" I said, forcing a smile. Her eyes began to tear up and she nodded. I inwardly cringed. It's not that my smiles, enough if forced, were bad. Nope. It was the fact that I looked so much like Sonya that caused her to look at me this way. 'Great way to start the trip, Monica. Making your own mother cry?' I mentally groaned.

With that last thought, I followed my mother towards the living room. My father and brother both stood up upon our arrival. We were all silent. There were only four of us, when there should have been five. I glanced up to notice all eyes were on Sonya's door. The last room to have been packed. I shifted uneasily. The house we had bought only had three rooms, so I'm assuming that her stuff would go into storage. With a sigh, I lead my family out the door, leaving behind my first, and Sonya's last, home.

(AN: So..how is it so far? I would really like your reviews! I know this one was short, but I just wanted to put in a little excerpt of her life before, before I go into her life afterwards. Lol, I hope that made sense!)