Okay here's part 2! YAY! Please r&r! Oh and umm...i forgot what i was going to say..oh well! evil glances from lawyers Oh yeah! I don't own Twilight! Hopefully you guys know that! LOL

Part 2: Welcome to Forks, Washington!

It's thirty years later and I finally think I can handle school again. We recently moved back to Forks after living in Alaska for several years. This time I get to be a sophomore. Luckily most people moved and those who stayed think I'm Edward's son so we don't have to worry about what people think.

We've been back for a few weeks now, and life here is already boring. I know everyone in the tiny school by heart and the day's now feel routine and monotonous. At least I have an excellent stereo in my car; the music soothes me when I'm angry or confused.

Ana's POV

The long drive to Forks featured some beautiful scenery, but the concept still sucked. Why did Marcus decide to move here? I would've been happy anywhere else but here. Just because mom lived here for a couple years doesn't mean we have to!

"Oh come on Ana cheer up!" Marcus exclaimed trying to cheer his little sis up. I had been extremely mad at him for making us move but he was determined that it would help. Our mom, Bella, recently died in a car accident and I still hadn't gotten over it. We were really close and I miss her. I still try to act like my normal hyper self so Marcus won't worry I obviously I haven't been doing a good job.

Everywhere I looked, the color of the northwest was green. Green trees, green grass, just way too much green! It would make some interesting sketches though. I enjoy sketching and I'm really good at it. My friends back in Phoenix won't believe so much green could possibly exist!

Finally Marcus pulled into a driveway. I groaned when I saw our new home for the first time. The house was two stories. I had issues with stairs and Marcus knew it.

Overall the house was pretty. It had plain white siding with emerald green shutters. We now had a lawn and plants surrounding a brick walkway leading to the front door. A white picket fence looped around the house and there was a basketball hoop above the garage door. All-in all, it was a nice, not so little house that I could get used to. The only issue was those damn stairs. I hate stairs. I almost always manage to trip on them and fall face first. It's one of the traits I got from my mom.

"Grab your stuff and let's check it out!" Marcus yelled giddily. Our 'stuff' was two duffle bags and a couple of boxes along with my pet, Natalie. Right now Marcus was taking care of me which worked out great. We were very close and I didn't want to stay with my ancient grandmother. The movers would be coming shortly with our furniture. Reluctantly I grabbed my duffle and ran into the house. I beat Marcus to the bedrooms, picked the bigger of the two and claimed it. I quickly unpacked some of my stuff all over the floor to show it was mine and headed back for Natalie.

The house wasn't remarkable. The rooms were plain and unfurnished. One of the rooms had some green and white striped wallpaper. I made a mental note about removing that. The kitchen was just like any other and had tile flooring. Connected to the kitchen was an itty bitty bathroom. The living room was the only room with carpeting so we would need to buy some rugs. Downstairs the floors were a deep rich wood that was very elegant while upstairs the floors were painted an emerald green to match the shutters. The bathroom had a big, round mirror hanging on one wall and a mysterious second door on another. I guessed the door led to the attic. We now had a delightful sun porch. It had a ton of windows, and the sun would be pouring in illuminating the rich wood floors if there was any sun. It was still exciting though. But Forks was dreary and the exact opposite of Arizona. I doubted that I would get used to this place.

The movers came and I discovered we had a doorbell. I doubted anyone would use it since I was now determined to end its life. It made a horrible screeching noise so if anyone did manage to use it I would so kill them. Everything was moved into the appropriate room and boxes ended up scattered around the house. To top it off I had to start evil school in a couple days. I had desperately tried for days to get out of it but Marcus wouldn't budge. "It may be the middle of the year," he said "but that doesn't mean you are going to skip the rest of your sophomore year." He was so parental sometimes. The school here is tiny! I don't know how I'll be able to stand knowing every person in the entire building. The good part though is there aren't any stairs.