A/N: I don't own the characters just the story. Sorry its been so long and that this is a short chapter.

My dad is the same as I remember however my room is different. "Last time I was here there was less boxes here." Wow I'm living in a storage bin, well not really.

"I'm sorry, it was convenient with you…uh… well not really visiting and stuff…"

"Its fine, dad…Charlie" I feel awkward calling him Dad, it has been too long. Anyway I've temporarily been relocated to the down stairs guest bedroom. It is time to head to bed due to a busy day tomorrow. I need to register for classes because I am a week late for the Forks school year. Even though I will not be starting tomorrow, I need to have somewhere to go in a few days. After registering I need to get myself some clothes and such.

I wish I could sleep. It is hard to not think that Phil is going to come storming through my door and violate me once again. But it doesn't happen. And the sun is slowly rising in the east and I have not a wink of sleep in my mind. Fuck. There is that word again.

I achingly pull my tired body out of bed, my limbs and joints are sore from lack of sleep. I have to move, I need to do something and since it is dawn I will get ready for the day. My feet pad down the hall in a way that is quiet though it doesn't matter because Charlie is at work. I turn on the water till it is steaming hot and I step in. It is refreshing, like I'm showering away the abuse and starting new. I know that is not how it works though, but now I am ready for a new life here in Forks.

Back in my room I dry my hair into long beachy waves. I layer on mascara and lip balm. After a bit of digging I find the clothes I want to wear, short denim shorts, a cream colored boyfriend tee belted with a thin woven tan belt at the hips, a long silver necklace with silver feathers on the end, and brown strappy flat sandals.

I walk out the door and find my old bike propped up against the garage, thanks Charlie. I ride up to the school as all the students are congregating in the parking lot. I feel their eyes bore into the back of my head as I chain my bike to the gate. Small school and I am new, they probably don't recognize me anymore. I grab my bag off the back of my bike and head to the office. The moment I open the door I see him.