Thanks for your nice reviews! I love getting them!

Again, this is my first fic, so if it sucks then I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry if it's a little slow right now. I promise Edward and Bella will come up soon, I'm just building a back-story

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Literally, I don't have a copy of the book. Anyways, I don't own any of the characters, except Candie and her family, who are original creations of mine.

So yeah. Read and Review please!

I woke up on Friday, with my head spinning. I was fully clothed on top of my bed spread, with my shoes still on. Memories of last night's events came flooding back to my head. I was still upset at my parents for even suggesting that we leave home.

I was in a sullen mood, so I decided to wear pants. Skirts were far too peppy for my mood today. I decided to wear my hair down too, something I almost never did.

I stomped downstairs, hoping to avoid my family. Unfortunately my mom was waiting in the kitchen for me.

"I'm sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. But at least try to make the best of your last day here in Milwaukee," Mom stated.

I couldn't believe my ears. Today was my last day?! We couldn't move now! I thought Dad would at least wait until summer!

I ran back upstairs and changed into black jeans, a black tank top which was out of our school dress code, and black stilettos. I smeared on eyeliner and some blood red lipstick. I was going to be late for school, but I didn't really care anymore. Since today was my last day, nothing would really matter.

My mother caught a glimpse of me before I went to school. "Candice Alana Sheppard! How dare you go out in such- such clothes!" she yelled.

"How dare you move our family to Seattle!" I retorted.

She just had a shocked look on her face as I jetted out the door and into my car.

I had inadvertently given her a glimpse of my real personality.

See, my parents have this idea that I'm their perfect daughter, who does everything they say. They expect me to start dating in college, and meet a guy who's an all-American football player, from an upper-middle class family just like ours, then marry him and have 2 perfect kids and live perfectly in my upper-middle class existence. Wrong.

At school, I was known as the "innocent vixen." I looked innocent, and I acted it for the most part, but then once you got to know me, I was crazy! I was boy-crazy for one thing, and I enjoyed sneaking into clubs. I guess you could call me the popular girl at school.

I pulled my car into an empty parking spot, and looked at my watch. Crap. I was 10 minutes late. I could probably sneak in unnoticed, but my teachers would be wondering where I was. I walked into Bio, and found my best friend Mallorie waiting for me.

She gave me a quick once over, and said "You look, um… interesting…." Her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, I know. Like the new look?" I grinned.

"Actually, yeah. What's with it?"

"I'll tell you later."I mumbled.

The other students turned to look at me. I could see some jaws dropping, especially of the guys in the room. I was used to the attention, because I knew guys at school thought I was "hot", even if I couldn't see so myself.

After class was over, 2 guys came up to me to ask me to the Valentines Dance next week. I declined all of them.

School went by far too fast, and by lunch I realized that this was my very last day, my very last lunch at this school. I would never laugh at Mr. Van Warn's lame jokes again. I would never throw soggy French fries at Mallorie for being stupid again. I would probably never see this place ever again.

"Mallorie, I have something to tell you," I said suddenly.

"What Candie?"She replied, shifting her jade green eyes to mine.

"My stupid parents are making me move to Seattle. This is my last day here." I mumbled quickly.

"What?! How long have you known! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" It was Mallorie's turn to throw a French fry at me.

"They only told me yesterday. Believe me, I would have told you earlier if I had known." I looked down at my food.

"Candie! We would have thrown a party for you if we had known!" the we she was referring to were the group of people we hung around with, including Jason, Alexa, Miriam, Cassie, Mark, Matt, and Karla.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't do anything! We're moving this weekend, and for some reason my parent's only decided to tell me now!"

"It's okay Candie, but I'm still upset. I'll only forgive you if you promise to send me an email everyday, and tell me your address, so I can at least send you a goodbye gift."

"Okay."I managed a small smile.

The rest of the school day went by fast, with all kinds of people coming up to me and saying how much they were going to miss me and guys saying that I was the hottest girl in school.

By the end of the day, I received a lot of sympathy chocolate.

I climbed into my Audi and drove home slowly, thinking of what Forks would be like. I looked up a little information online during Free Period. I discovered that it was the rainiest city in America. I hated rain. And I was sure I was going to hate Forks.

I came home to everything in shambles. My mom was frantically packing stuff into a box. It seemed like everything was gone.

I quickly learned that there was a house already in Forks, and our couch, beds, vanities and big stuff like that was already shipped over there. We were to move in there on Sunday, leaving today and Saturday to pack. My room was nearly empty, I just had to pack up all of my clothes and stuff.

I heard my dad's car pull up and his loud voice call "I'm home!" and my brother scampering down the stairs to hug him.

He came up the stairs, and I heard a knock at my door.

"Honey? Can we talk?" he asked.

"Sure Dad." I sighed.

He stepped into my room. "Lot of work you got done here. Good job." He said politely.

I just snorted quietly.

"Look Candie, I know this is tough for you, just to spring it on you so fast. But this is too good an offer to pass up, and I apologize for not telling you earlier. To make it up, how about I take you to your favorite restaurant, Le Cygne (A/N Le Cygne the Swan in French)?" Le Cygne was a really expensive French restaurant here, and I loved it.

"Okay Dad!" I squealed, and hugged him.

"Dress nicely though, I don't think they'll let you in like… that." He pointed at my clothes.

I gently pushed him out the door and dressed into a black dress; I was still in a black mood.

I bounded downstairs, and waited to be taken the restaurant.