Authors Note: I do not own Twilight it belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I just like to write what isn't there. :)

Chapter Two: New Starts

Now lets start off with the basics. I'm 18 years old and fresh out of high school. My mother and I have just moved from Nova Scotia, Canada. Why did we decide to move all the way to Forks, Washington you may ask? Well since I was a little girl my mother and I would play a game. We would take out our large tattered map from the closet in the hall. We would lay it out on the living room floor, close our eyes and point to a spot on the map, and that's where we would go. Even if it was London, England we would plan our trip and what we would do when we got there. Even though we never could actually go there we like to pretend. Living our lives it was nice at times to think of ourselves far away from reality. So when my mom finally decided I was old enough and we were ready to get away from "him" we brought out our map and we landed on Forks. So here we are.

I always thought when I turned 18 I would move out on my own. Have an apartment with my best friend, living in the city, going out having the time of my life. Instead I'm moving to Forks with my mom. I know she could have done it on her own, gotten away but we were one. Not complete without the other. Closer then any other mom and daughter had ever been. Sure we had are fights but that was mostly because were so alike. She is my best friend in all the world.

We bought this cute little house. White with blue trim. Two stories, with lots of windows. It was back from the road with a long drive way, with trees decorating the sides. We had gardens out in front of the house, but knowing us they would be dead before long. We were not gardening people. There was a deck on the back with a small back yard, which ended at the tree line. It was a little intimidating looking at the woods behide the house. It was so larger and dark and mysterious. You could only see a few feet in then nothing but darkness. Eyeing the lounge chair in the corner of the deck I knew that would be my spot. A soft sigh escaped me when I realized we were safe. He didn't know where we were or how to find us. It was an amazing feeling, finally being free after so many years. Pushing the painful memories aside I Decided it was time to start unpacking. We had just arrived but the sky was starting to get darker and I have been told it rains here. A lot. We didn't have much stuff. Just what we had been able to load into the van while "father" was gone. We had our clothes, pictures, documents, and whatever else we had needed. As for furniture the house came with all the furniture the pervious owner had. They didn't want to take it to their new home, so it was include with the price. It worked out well because then we didn't have as much to do.

I walked out to the van where my mother had grabbed the first bag of stuff to go in.

"What do ya think baby girl?" she said as easily shifted the bag from one side to the other.

"I think it's gonna be good" I smiled at her.

A smiled spread over her face. That made everything worth it. The whole move even if it wasn't my first choice of things to do in life, my mom was happy and safe. If she could smile like that then there was no reason why I couldn't. Like I said "it's gonna be good". And it was, it just had to be.

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