So, I'm moving to Forks. Damn my mothers mental ideas about living in a small town. I really was going to miss New York, but what could I do? I've already tried everything, y'know, kicking, screaming, starving myself, running away..(I came home ten minutes later, I missed my cat..) But I failed. Forks here I come.

After a ridiculously long car ride ( Rawr -_- ) we arrived. I looked out of the rain spattered car window, and gasped. Our house was tiny. How could we all possibly live in there? I mean, me and my dad took up A LOT of space. I needed at least one room for my clothes, let alone myself! There better be more than two bedrooms, I tell you this now.

Getting out of the car reluctantly, I ran towards the open front door, (I refused to get out unless someone opened the front door, I didn't want my hair ruined.) Walking inside, I could have cried. Its way to small, and weird, It smelt like an old peoples home. Joy. Exploring, I found that we had a medium sized living room, a pathetic excuse for a kitchen/dining room, upstairs was okayish I suppose. My parents told me I could have the spare room, for my clothes, there was no walk in wardrobe in my new room. It was a cardboard box!.

The bathroom wasn't so bad I guess. You probably think I'm spoilt, I'm not, honestly, It's just, After living in such a big house in the city..and then moving to such a tiny little town.. Y'know? You try it sometime!

***Time skip ;; three days later;; Time Skip***

"Sonny!, Time for school, get up!"

My mothers voice echoed through our little house, I reluctantly sat up, and sat on the edge of the bad, stretching and yawning, I looked in the mirror, I didn't have a bad face..but it wasn't awesome either. I studied my reflection, I had purple, shoulder length hair, that curled loosely, I suppose it made me look like a doll, I was quite short, but point that out, and I will pick you up and put you through the wall.

I decided on skinny jeans, and a Dir En Grey shirt, I should warn you, I'm very into Japanese music, and Anime and Manga of course! Pulling on my black, knee high converse, I applied some eyeliner and mascara to my face, and hopped on downstairs where my mother was busy preparing breakfast.

"ready for school Son?" My father asked. He always called me Son, partly because I was, and always will be a daddy's girl. I loved my mom, but me and my dad just kind of got on better y'know?

"Course I am dad.." I half lied, I was nervous of course, I wouldn't know anyone, but, at least I would make some friends right? I received a pat on the head from my mom. After breakfast, I helped do the dishes, grabbed an umbrella, and started the 10 minute walk to school.