Ok, what you've been waiting for: (I really hope you weren't waiting for this because, I'm not going to lie, that would be strange.)

I advise you not to read this chapter until I have posted another chapter. This is kinda just the prelogue. Boring...ZZZ. But, sadly, necissary.

Disclaimer: I own ALL of the characters!!! Muahaha! I wonder if thats what Stephenie Meyer puts (then again, why would she write fanfic?)... But, sadly, I don't. I own Macy, Holly, and Matt. Hehe, I OWN them. Sorry, it sounded weird.

Ok, and now what you've been waiting for:

"So, Macy, do you have your suitcase?" Mrs. Newton asked toward her daughter sweetly in her stopped car in front of her mother and father-in-law. Even though she would clearly miss Macy, Macy could tell she was excited about her trip to Saudi Arabia with her husband, Mr. Newton.

"Yeah, thanks Mom," Macy replied, distracted at the thought of spending a whole year at her Grandparent's house. What would she do? She paced herself for the smell of old people.

"Ummm… Mom?" She said, not exactly knowing what she was going to ask, just wanting her mom to stay alittle longer. In the damp car, because everything was damp in Forks, her mom waited for her with caring, but expectant eyes.

After a few long seconds, Mrs. Newton smiled, understanding. Her eyes gleamed with dampness. She reached over and hugged Macy, then kissed her on the cheek. Macy refused to be embarrassed because she knew she'd regret it when she started missing her mom.

"C'mon, it'll go quicker than you know. It won't be so bad. I can't be. Your dad lived with them when he was your age."

"Not helping, mom. Look how he turned out," Macy said with a strait face. Her mom smiled at her last minute joke and decided she shouldn't try to reassure her daughter or maybe even herself.

"I miss you already."

Macy didn't want to stall her mom any more than she already had, so she grabbed her suitcase and said a quiet "You too, Mom, you too."

Mrs. Newton grabbed Macy's school supplies and walked her to the door. She did a catchy knock on the door and instead of waiting on someone to answer, she opened it and yelled "knock, knock!" with a bright smile on her face.

Mike Newton, Macy's grandpa, came in and hugged Mrs. Newton. "Holly! We weren't expecting you until 4, its 2:30."

"Yes, well…" Mrs. Newton looked slightly guilty.

"She forgot to pack her bag for the trip," Macy explained. Mrs. Newton playfully glared at her. Mike laughed at his daughter-in-law lovingly.

"Well, you'd better be getting on your way to pack. Jess and I were planning on taking Macy out to eat."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Don't need to miss my plane, Matt is already mad enough at me for not packing."

"Oh, that boy," They all turned to look at Jessica Newton, "He was always too early for things, even when he was a boy."

"GramJess! You scared me," Macy smiled at her grandma.

"Yes, well, I did lose my looks quite a few years back," she smiled back and then kissed Macy on the cheek.

"Nonsense, but I do have to go. Sorry I couldn't stay longer. Downfalls of procrastination," she was already half way out the door. "I'll miss you, Macy! I love you!" she said as the door finally closed.

"Well, we better get going, I could eat anything right now," Mike broke the awkward silence.

"Where are we going?" Macy asked, not having seen anywhere but cheap places like McDonalds or Burger King on the way up. But, even they were pretty far off.

"Well..," Jessica contemplated. She was never very good at lying, so it was quite obvious that she already decided. "I was thinking that we could go to Port Angeles. There is a little restaurant there. It's been there for ages."

"Ok, sounds good," Macy said, opening the door. Mist blew in the house from the door. Macy sighed. She paced herself for a long, wet ride.

When they got there, they all sat at a little table in the corner. A waitress took their order and Mike sat up, ready to say something.

"So, Macy, did your mom drive by your school?"

"No," she answered simply, remembering her mom telling her that she didn't think it was necessary considering she's be going there for a whole year after that. "She was running late."

"Well, I hoped she would've. It's pretty hard to find. The sign blew down acouple years back."

She thought for a moment. "Am I going to drive there?"

"Yes, we trust you," Jessica explained, acting as though trust would save an inexperienced driver from crashing.

Macy knew it was probably that they didn't think that driving a 16-year-old girl to school was necessary, plus, they probably wanted to sleep-in, which she could only respect.

"Oh, ok. What's the school's name?"

"Forks High School," Jessica answered.

Go Figure.

"Oh," Macy said. There went that hope for a conversation.

The rest of the dinner went along with a few comments on the weather, which was also a short-lived conversation. In Forks, there was only one forecast 99.9% of the time: Rain.