Disclaimer: I don't own the Cullen's or anything Twilight. Stephenie Meyer enjoys that privilege.

Notes: Again, sorry that this chapter is boring and depressing – again! But she has to actually move house! Don't worry, next chapter is her first day at school. She has a very interesting lunch involving Edward... :D

Thanks for the reviews, they make me so happy. I promise after this it will cheer up! Song for this chapter, ironically, is HOME – Michael Bublè.

The journey to my new home was long but peaceful. Despite my initial fears calmness swept over me. Driving slower than usual helped keep me calm also. Other traffic passed me by angrily but for once I wasn't bothered by the people around me. Soon the roads narrowed and became sparse. I was in my new home, in the small town of Forks.

Determined to leave my old life behind, in a moment of hesitation I exceeded the limit. My truck groaned but I ignored it. I accelerated further. Minutes later I came to a cluster of trees and soon I had arrived. It was obviously much smaller than my previous home. Even though I had some money saved from working, as well as the money I inherited from dad, altogether it wasn't much, just enough.

I cut the engine as I pulled into the drive, allowing my truck a well earned rest. I stepped out of my truck and across the gravel, and slowly I walked up to the small house. It was surrounded by trees, at least it would be quiet, I thought. Despite the lingering grey clouds above, the scene around me was quite beautiful. Faint glimmers of sunlight burst through the greyness, sparkling off of the pools of water scattered on the drive, causing rainbows to dance across the lawn.

Now I was walking up the stone path and stepping onto the porch. I noticed the bricks, faded with age as I ran my fingers over them. I reached the door. Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?

Fumbling in my pocket I pressed my fingers against what I had been searching for, the keys. I carefully placed them in the lock and turned. Soon I was opening the door pushing it slightly and then gingerly stepping inside with caution. It wasn't what I had been expecting; Small and cold yes, but this old? Judging by the thick layers of dust this house hadn't been occupied for some time.

Suddenly it dawned on me, this place would need a thorough clean. I groaned at the thought. So I spent the rest of the afternoon scrubbing, but mostly dusting, as I cleaned the small house. By six o'clock I was finished cleaning, but I still had to bring all of my belongings inside. My growling stomach reminded me that I was hungry, so I decided that take out was the best option, for this evening anyway.

For some reason I enjoyed organising the contents of my new house and settling in. Maybe it was the fact that even though it was in no way extravagant or something to be proud of, it was my own. No younger, annoying, love sick puppy of a brother. Hah! He was still stuck at home. I took a moment to consider the benefits: no more Seth, no more curfews, rules. No more sharing a bathroom! I looked around the cosy living room and thought to myself that I was going to have to redecorate. Which reminded me; I need to get a job!