As I slept that night I had the strangest dream. It was dark, and I could just make out the shape of someone's pale hands holding a blanket. The blanket was the most intricately put together piece of fabric I'd ever seen. The yarn was full of different brown and green colors. And as I stood there admiring it the hands holding it began to move. They pulled on one of the paler colored strings, and suddenly the blanket was just a pile of yarn. All of the intricacy, all of the beauty, it just sat there on the floor.

When I woke up it felt like I'd barely slept at all. The sound of thunder echoed over the house and added an almost ominous final note to the dream. Part of me wanted to crawl back into bed and try to get some more sleep, but the other part of me knew that there was no way I could do that. If I tried to stay home my mom would get suspicious, and I couldn't handle that. I ended up laying in my bed listening to the sounds of the rain and my parents trying to whisper in the kitchen.

"She's never even driven before, I don't think it's a good idea." Mom said sternly.

There was a pause that I can only assume was my dad sighing. "I think it's a great idea. She'll have to learn eventually. I think the best way to teach her is to just let her dive in head first."

Something clattered on the floor and my mother let out a small yelp. "I guess we'll just have to see what Bella thinks then."

Maybe some conversations weren't worth listening to. I knew what they were talking about and it really wasn't that big of a deal to me. My sixteenth birthday was barely a month away. My dad wanted me to start driving. My mom wasn't as ready for it. Who in their right mind would let someone as clumsy as me behind the wheel of a car? I understood why she had reservations about it, I did too.

I laid there a few more minutes wondering if they would say anything else. When I was sure that they were done talking I got up from my bed and started getting ready for what already looked like a long day. I tried to push the last twenty four hours out of my mind as got in the shower. When I stepped out I felt a bit refreshed, but I still didn't want to face the day.

I quickly got dressed and ready for school. I sat on my bed reading and glancing at the clock until I had no choice but to go downstairs. When I finally walked into the kitchen my dad had already left for work and mom was cleaning up her breakfast mess. She didn't have to be at the school as early as I did because the kindergarten classes didn't start until around nine in the morning.

"Morning Bella, you're running kind of late this morning."

I picked up a piece of toast off the plate she'd set on the table and shrugged. "I wouldn't be that late if I could drive myself to school."

"You also wouldn't be late if you'd started getting ready on time and caught a ride with your dad."

I bit off a piece of the almost burnt toast and chewed it slowly. She handed me a glass of orange juice, and I happily took it. The orange juice made the toast go down a little easier. "Mom, I want to get my license. I hate that you, Dad, and Sam are always having to drive me around. It'd be easier for everyone if I got a license and car."

Mom picked up the toast plate and then set it back down. I could tell that she was flustered by the idea of me behind the wheel of car. She picked the plate back up, dumped the last piece of toast in the garbage and put the plate in the sink.

"If you wanted more you should've gotten ready on time." she said in quiet voice.

"The toast was fine. But mom seriously, what do I have to do to convince you that me getting a license is a good thing?"

She sighed. "You don't have to convince me of anything. I know it's a good thing. I just worry about you behind the wheel of some tiny car getting into an accident. The roads get wet, and icy all the time. Some days you can barely walk down the driveway without falling."

"Okay, if my safety is the issue then you and Dad can pick out the car. I'll try to find a job somewhere after school so I can save up for it. Then when I have enough money, and driving experience, we'll get the car."

Mom pursed her lips as she thought about what I'd said. There wasn't really a downside and I didn't know why she hadn't thought of it first. The only small catch was that for me to get enough driving experience she was going to have to actually start letting me drive.

Mom nodded her head slowly. "I'll run it by your father later on today. Right now we both need to get going since I'm going to have to drive you to school."

She looked at the clock and her eyes got big. I hadn't really realized how late it had gotten either. Mom practically flew out of the kitchen to gather her things so we could leave. I thought about grabbing her keys and trying to get her to let me drive us to the school, but I knew I wouldn't be able get her to cave on anything else.

We got to the school in just enough time for me to make it to my first class. When I walked into the room I instantly knew it was going to be a long day. Sitting in the seat next to mine was Alice, and sitting in my seat was Jessica. It looked like Jessica and a few other people were asking Alice a bunch questions, and Alice looked like she was bored with every single one of them. The only bit of life I saw in Alice's face was when she saw me walk into the classroom.

As I walked over to my seat everyone seemed to disperse. Jessica was the only one who made no attempt to leave. "You're in my seat." I informed her quietly.

She smirked at me. "Well I don't see your name on it. Besides I'm having a conversation with my new friend Ali."

"No you weren't." Alice said not trying to hide her annoyance. "In fact I was actively ignoring you since I've told you five times that I don't want to be called Ali. My name is Alice. Now if you don't mind I'd like my actual friend to sit next to me."

Jessica's smirk fell as she sat in a stunned silence. It took her a minute to get her things together and leave, as soon as she was gone I couldn't help but laugh. "I don't think I have ever seen anything that great unless it was scripted."

Alice just smiled at me. The bell rang as if cued by her silence and the teacher greeted the class. Maybe it wouldn't be such a long day after all.