I told myself I won't be writing until after a couple of weeks. But it's just so HARD! Here's chapter one. Hope you guys like it :)

1. Goodbye. . . For Now

In another week, we managed to get everything ready: passports, visas, working permit and whatever. Of course Mom and Dad will be coming with me, but Aunt Alice can't. Aunt Rose, Uncle Em, Uncle Jazz, Mommy Esme and Daddy Carlisle can't.

Jacob can't.

"Hey," I heard him greet as I was packing my stuff. His voice had a melancholy edge to it.

"Hi," I greeted back. I had nothing more to say.

Before I knew it, he wrapped his arms around me. I grasped his hands.

"I'll miss you," I finally whispered.

"You too."

We held our position for a couple of minutes and then continued with my packing.

Tonight will be my last in Forks for a year, I thought to myself. I hugged myself tight under the covers and just tried to absorb the feel of my bed.

Crap, now I can't get to sleep.

I think about how much I will be leaving behind. My family, my friends, my education (well, I have forever to get back to that) . . . my entire life. It would be just like in those earlier years. Another new start. Another beginning. Another sunrise.

Just when I was reaching noon.

Everything felt comfortable to me. It was like being halfway, being at the middle of the seesaw. I just reached noon and now I would have to start with dawn all over again.

Dad passed by my door and sensed my distress. A few minutes later, my lullaby was playing.

Of course, it worked.

When I woke up the next morning, I was instantly surprised. I hadn't had a dreamless night in months. My brain was probably still too confused and tired of thinking of a lot of confusing things to make up a dream.

Wow. That was confusing.

I stared at my room for the last time in a year.

"I'll miss you, Caleb," I said adoringly to my movie poster, which I have to leave behind. I could hear Mom and Dad in the other room getting ready.

"Ready yet?" Dad asked, handing me my breakfast.

"Yep," I replied. I finished my breakfast in a hurry and grabbed an Oreo from the cookie jar.

"What, is my cooking that bad?" Dad asked.

"Nope, it's great as always, really. I just want to have my last cookie before I began snacking on tea and scones again," I replied seriously. Both of them laughed.

By ten o'clock we managed to reach the airport. Of course my entire family was there and also a bunch of my La Push pals (which included Jacob's entire pack and their objects of imprinting). I felt like a popstar with huge bodyguards.

"Last call for flight seven twenty-three to London, UK," a disembodied voice called. I looked at my ticket to make sure.

Darn, I hate goodbyes.

I was hugged by every one of my La Push friends. Sam, Paul, Jared, Embry, Quil, Leah, Nahuel, Kim, Claire, Emily, Rachel and finally Seth. Natasha and Nathaniel, Sam and Emily's twins, hugged me too. Then of course, my family. Daddy Carlisle and Mommy Esme hugged me; Uncle Jazz hugged me too; Uncle Em hugged me and we did our special high-five before he ruffled my hair; Aunt Rose kissed both my cheeks; Aunt Alice hugged me and we did our special handshake before fixing the "mess that my Uncle Em made." The rest of them will be following when school's over.

Gosh, I hate saying goodbye to Jake.

We wrapped our arms around each other. Then I began crying. I was a head shorted than him so I rested my head on his chest and inhaled his scent. He began whispering song lyrics in my ear.

"Let me hold you for the last time, it's the last chance to feel again," he sang.

"It's not the last," I muttered between sobs.

"Write the rest of the song, okay?" Jake asked.

"Okay," I promised. I wanted time to stop now. I'll miss the heat . . . the warmth.

Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.

"Sweetie, time to go," Mom said. I slowly broke free from Jake and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I'll miss you, hon," I said.

"I love you."

"Forever."

I followed my parents and the Jamesons to the departure area. I swung my guitar over my shoulder and dragged my suitcase. I blew kisses everywhere and waved goodbye. I mouthed a last "I love you" to Jake and looked straight ahead. I put my luggage on the carousel and walked through the metal detectors. They normally didn't allow guitars as carry-ons but what the heck, I was about to be a star.

I waved goodbye to Forks and Washington altogether as soon as the plane was off the tarmac. Then, I shut the window and closed my eyes.

A couple of hours later, dad tapped my shoulder. We were about to land.

After landing and getting off the plane, we got our luggage off the carousel.

When I walked out of the airport, I can't help but take a deep breath. Twelve years has just been too long.

Oh yeah, we forgot to tell the Jamesons that we lived here for a while.

"Welcome to London, Nessie," Mr. Jameson said.

As if I needed any of that.

There's more. See, I told you I can't help myself :)