Chapter 1: The Big Move
I had just moved to Forks when I met Bella, her friends, and the Cullen's. This was before Bella was changed, and before one of the wolves imprinted on me. I always knew there was something more in the world. That it was never really what it always seemed to be. I always had this feeling that what I saw was not the whole thing. I never knew that when moving to Forks that this new world was going to be shown to me. But it was. After I found out about the Cullen's, the wolves, and that there is more to this world than what a normal human sees I had a feeling I was in for a ride. And I was right.

Moving to forks was Mom's idea; her grandpa left her some land with a house in Forks years before I was even born. Then when Dad had his accident Mom could not stand to stay on the east coast or even in the house. After having the old house fixed up in Forks, she sold our house in Virginia and took us west. I had never been to the west coast so that excited me a bit. But, leaving all my friends that I have had since I was in kindergarten was depressing. I was never good at making new friends. Being shy, short, and invisible makes it easy to just blend, never to be noticed for anything. I liked it that way, enjoying my life in Virginia only to have to leave it.
So, there I was on a plane for the fourth time that day staring out the window at this new place. It was cloudy and raining. Something I hoped was not going to be a constant state of the weather. The weather matched my mood dark, and depressed. That morning was horrible and not good to me. Having to get up at three am to get on a plane I did not want to get on, and then having to say good bye to my best friends hours before that only damped my mood even more.

Mom sent our things ahead of us a week before. Our car was parked in the airport lot by an old friend mom had in Forks. The limited things that mom kept that did not remind her of Dad were packed, and then shipped to our house. I didn't even know what the house looked like. Mom had pictures, but they were years old there was no telling what it looked like now.
After getting off the last plane in Port Angeles we found our car, and started the long drive to Forks. Again, I sat staring out the window as I had been all day. The week was only going to get worse. I had one day, one day to get used to this place before I was going to be thrown in the shark pit of high school. I knew it would be no different than the school I was at in Virginia. However, in a town that small I was going to be the talk of school, and watched none stop.

As I was dreading the horrors of high school Mom pulled up into our houses drive way. The house was old and, I mean old. It had to have been there when Forks was founded. It was two stories with a porch that wrapped around the whole house. With columns that held up the porch roof. It was faded blue with the porch rails, and columns white. Small sections of the paint were peeling off here and there, but overall it was a cute house.
"Well, it needs some work, but they said the inside was in good conditions. Some paint and the house will be fine." Mom said smiling as she pulled the car to a stop and putting the car into park.

"Yeah it's pretty in an old time way." I was staring at the house taking it in.
We walked in to the house the stairs creaking under our weight. Mom slid the key in a new lock that was just put on day ago because the old one was busted when they opened the door to do the repairs. The house was even old in the inside a stair case lead up to the upstairs. The living room had hard wood floors with an old fire place. The kitchen needed some updating but our things would fit in fine. I walked up stars to find my room. My mom had told me I could have her old room from when she would spend summers here. It was right on the top of the stairs.
I opened the door it was amazing there was a bench in front of a long tall window that faced the long dead garden and woods. A single tree grew next to my window and lead straight to the window. Off to one side there was a little indent in the wall were a bed could go. The light hit the room just right. I could not wait to put my things in there and make the room mine. I ran through all the ideas I wanted to do, I wanted to start now. But mom had to call the truck and get the movers to come tomorrow to drop off our things. That night we went to Forks's only hotel for the night, tomorrow we would move in to our new house. Things weren't looking to bad until I thought about school on Monday.
The movers showed up early to unloaded and put things in the house all day. By the end of the day, when we got our beds set up and things settled to sleep for the night, we were both so tired we ate dinner then went to bed. I had school the next day. I lay in bed and thought about the horrors of the next day.

I tossed and turned all night long not wanting the next day to come. I got about four hours of sleep that night. And I had to go to my new school, I just hoped that things well. But hope was never a thing I could count on these days.