This will be my third story. I thought of it a while back but I never got to writing it. But now it's almost 11:30 at night, and I'm writing the first chapter.

Summary: Living in the most beautiful beach house in California, and learned how to surf at a young age, Edward Cullen seems to have it all. He's actually the complete opposite. His mother died from a brain tumor, his father had remarried, and he had just received the worst news of all. The family is moving up north to dullest, most boring place in the world: Forks, Washington. Unhappy with this move, Edward completely shuts out from his family, except his younger sister Alice. But when Edward accidently bumps into Isabella Swan, the most respected girl who gets along with everyone at Forks High, she has an effect on him. It makes him happier than he's ever been. As a friendship builds and they grow closer together, only one thing can either bring them closer together or tear them apart forever.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter Song: Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World.

I had been here since the crack of dawn. Sitting on my board in my swim-trunks, watching the waves crash as the sun's rising above it all. I knew this day was going to come, but I never thought it'd come so soon. In a few short hours, I would no longer be a resident in Laguna Beach, California. At 10:30, my family and I will be on a plane, headed to our new home in the town of Forks, Washington. Whoop-de-fucking-doo.

My name is Edward Cullen, I'm seventeen, a junior, and I surf for a living. I started surfing when I was about seven. Believe it or not, my mother taught me. She took up surfing when she was a teenager. I guess that's why I love it so much. My mother, Esme, was probably the sweetest woman you'd ever meet. She adored everyone around her, as they did back. All of my friends loved her cooking. They would even ask me if they could come over for dinner almost every night. Since my dad was a doctor, she would even bake some cookies for the sick patients and go to his work and deliver them. But then, about three years ago, Esme became one of Carlisle's patients. One night while Carlisle was working the late shift, Esme was home with me and my younger sister, Alice. Alice and I were watching TV when we heard a loud thud. We got up to investigate and found our mother blacked out at the foot of the staircase. I told Alice to call 911. I did CPR on my mother until the ambulance came. At the hospital, she did wake up eventually, but only to find that she had a brain tumor and had to stay at the hospital. One month later, I was the last person to see my mother alive. I knew that she didn't have much time left, but I didn't want to believe it. I can still hear her last words ringing through my head, every single day.

"Even when I'm not here, Edward, I'm always here," she said in a raspy voice as she pointed a very limp finger to my heart. Once she said that, her own heart stopped. A flood of tears fell from my face as I sobbed into her hospital bed.

I snapped out of my flashback, got up and picked up my board. I headed out to the water. I have to surf one last time before I leave.

I laid flat on my stomach on the board as I'm paddling myself through the water. As I headed out further, a few good waves were coming my way. I pushed myself up, bent my knees a little bit and outstretched my arms. The waves caught up to me, and my surfer instincts called to me. Soon I was riding the waves. I just totally let myself go. Surfing is what I usually did to get away from everything.

A few rides and wipe outs later, a voice called to me. I let a wave take over me and pull me underwater. I came back up looking back at the shore to see a small figure.

"Edward!" I immediately knew that the high voice belonged to none other than Alice. "It's time to go!"

I found my board floating beside me and got back on it, and paddled back to shore. Let me say, I took my time.

I made it back to shore and found that Alice had waited for me.

"It's going to be so strange," she said to me, but I also think it was to herself. "It's like, we're changing total different environments."

"It's 'cause we are, Ali," I reminded her.

She rolled her eyes at me. "You know what I mean. I looked online to see what Forks looks like. From what I've seen in the pictures, it's completely different. There's rarely any sun because it rains all the time. That or it's really cloudy."

As we were walking back to the house, we stopped at the pier real quick to get ourselves a last bite of Big Al's Frozen Yogurt. We both got our usual. Strawberry for Alice, and coconut for me.

"Hate to tell you, Edward, but you're not the only one upset about leaving," she said as she took a bite of her yogurt. "I mean, you know about my situation and I just know that people at our new school aren't gonna like me."

"How do you figure, Alice? You have a ton of friends here and they know about you and your little future-seeing."

"Yes, because they've known me all their lives. At Forks High, they'll only know me for three years. If that."

"Dad just had to take that promotion. I mean, I am proud of him for all he's done for us, but I just wish it didn't involve moving." I took some of my yogurt and offered some to Alice. She opened her mouth as I fed her.

"Then again, who knows, Edward? You and I both could meet someone," she said with her mouth full.

I scoffed. "Yeah, they could totally be interested in a couple of slightly tanned kids, completely shut out from the world of Forks with their lovely father who's a doctor and makes all the money in the world, and a stepmother from hell."

"Hey, I know that Liz is..." she tried to look for the right word, "evil, but at least we don't talk to her and she doesn't talk to us." Yeah, there's the only good thing in having her as a stepmother.

Carlisle had remarried about a year and a half after Mom died. Elizabeth Masen was her name. They had met at the coffee shop just down the road from the hospital. She had hazel eyes and brown hair with some blonde in it. She did have a nice figure and was in her early 30's while Dad was in his late 30's. The outside of her may be good looking, but her personality was a fake as her boobs. I find her as kind of a gold-digger.

"She may make Dad happy, but I seriously can't wait until I graduate and get the fuck away from her," I assured Alice.

I looked over at Alice and saw her face full of sadness. If I were able to read her mind, I knew exactly what it'd say. You'd also be away from me. Alice was pretty much my best friend, and I was hers. We could tell each other everything. I'm also very protective of her. The first boy she brought home, instead of Dad, I was the one who asked all the questions on what sports he plays, what he wants to do for the future, what kind of grades he gets, the usual.

We made it back to the house, and found the moving trucks in the driveway and Carlisle carrying a box and putting it in the trunk of our car.

"Hey, kids," he came up to us and grabbed my surfboard so he could put it in the moving truck. "Go and find things to keep you occupied for the flight. We're about ready to go."

Alice and I nodded. We went to our rooms, which were right next door to each other. I opened my door, and looked around my now empty room. All there was left was the bed and the shelves on the wall. Liz had "talked" my father into buying new furniture for the new house. But "talked", I mean a nice dinner followed by "tasteful" lingerie, if you catch my drift.

I grabbed my iPod and a book off of my mattress and took one final look around the room. This is where I grew up. I've had this room since the day I could walk. A lot of memories happened in this room. My best guy friend, Taylor and I would spend almost every night in here playing Mario Brothers when we were younger. Alice would come in here and climb in my bed when she had a bad dream. I lost my virginity from a drunken one night stand last year. The last memory I had here was when Alice and I decided to have our own little party and play our old video games, watch our old favorite cartoons, and pig out on Doritos and pineapple pizza.

I heard a light knock on my door, but I didn't need to turn around to see who it was. "You ready?"

I took one last look out my window. The wind was slightly blowing the palm trees, and the tide was coming in. This may be the last time I'll ever see this place.

I let out a deep breath. "Yeah," I turned and faced the little pixie in front of me. She had her iPod and a couple fashion magazines in her hand. "Let's go."

We all piled into the car and headed for the airport. The moving trucks must've already left while we were in the house. During the drive, I just stared out my window, looking at all the places I'm going to miss. The beach, the pier, Taylor's annual end of the summer parties, the arcade, everything. Even my mother's grave is here. I feel like I'm leaving her. Then her words rang in my head again.

Even if I'm not here, Edward, I'm always here.

I ran my fingers through my messy bronze-colored hair. I miss you, Mom.

We made it to the airport before 10, and our flight was at 10:30. The lady checked our tickets and passports and we made our way through the gate to the plane. I got the window seat as Alice got the outside seat. Carlisle and Liz were on the other side of the aisle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd please stay in your seats. We are now boarding," The lady said over the intercom.

In a few short minutes, the plane had lifted off and we were flying through the sky.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in the city of Port Angeles in a matter of four hours. Have a nice flight." I could tell the lady was using a fake nice voice.

Though she made it seem like it would be short, it seemed like this would be the longest four hours of my life.

Soooooo, what'd you think?

For further notice, I am making some people slightly out of character, and you may meet some new characters. Next chapter you will meet Bella and hear her life story. But I do think that most of these chapters will be in Edward's POV.

Oh, and I apologize for having Esme die. But I couldn't make her a horrible stepmother. That'd be realllly bad. But that's how the story goes.

Reviews are great. I really do wanna know how I did for a first chapter. Whether it's worth throwing tomatoes, or worth continuing.

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