I had this chapter written and I was about to publish it when I decided that I really didn't like how I had written it and decided to write it again, and I am glad that I did.

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I do own Dani and her mom.

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Enjoy chapter six!

I slowly opened the front door to our house. I was trying to be as quiet as I could. Hopefully I would be able to sneak into my room without my mom noticing. I turned around and started to slowly push the door closed. Said door decided that now would be the perfect time to let out a loud squeak.

"Danielle is that you?" I heard my mom's voice coming from the kitchen.

I glared at the door as if it was origin to all my problems. Since my chance of making it up to my room unnoticed had been yanked away from me I decided to hell with being quiet and slammed the door the rest of the way closed.

"Yes mom, it's me," I called back. My mom had now made it to the hallway and was glaring at me.

Uh-oh. She was beyond pissed. She was officially in "The Furious Zone" as Shelby and I call it. My mom could scare the piss out of a serial killer when she is in this "zone". No one talks back to her while she is like this, myself included. She scares even me, and there is not much that scares me.

Well besides spiders. I know it's totally cliché and all, but come on. Have you seen how they move? It's kinda this twitch like skitter thing. They are so unnatural. They also have eight eyes and fangs. If you were describing a spider to someone who has never seen one before and didn't know a thing about them it would sound like you are describing something out of a horror movie.

"Where have you been?" I have to give her credit. She hasn't yelled at me yet. It's probably cause she doesn't want to seem like a terror with Jack standing right next to her.

"Karin and I were out driving. She was showing me the town. We got a flat and had to walk for forever until we made it to the Cullen's house. When we got back I called Shelby and lost track of time. Sorry, it was an accident." I put on my best please forgive me face.

"Accident or not you should have called. And who are the Cullens?" She just continued to glare at me. Fine if she wants to play it that way.

"They are just a family that lives here. Again I am sorry. It was an accident. It won't happen again." I really didn't want to have this conversation with Jack around.

"You're right it won't happen again. You're grounded for a week and after that your curfew is ten pm." My mouth fell open in shock. Grounded. Ten pm! You have got to be kidding me. Twelve year-olds get to stay out later than that!

"Grounded? What! Why?" I was getting mad. It's not like I planned on getting back late.

"You know why. It wouldn't have been that hard to call me." I glared at her.

"I told you I lost track of time. If I had known that I would have gotten back so late I would have called. And why are you making my curfew so early? I mean one night of coming home late shouldn't condemn me to a life of early curfew!" By now I was shouting. Screw it if Jack's standing ten feet away.

My mom seemed to be coming up with more and more rules ever since she started dating him. My curfew in Denver was midnight. That was in a big city, not some small town. You think that she would let it be even later here, but no it's even earlier. What does she think I am going to do? Tip a cow? What could I do here that is so bad that I couldn't do in Denver?

"Don't you raise your voice at me young lady! You know better."

"But mom, I didn-" My mom held up her hand, effectively cutting off my next sentence.

"I don't want to hear excuses!" She snapped. Okay that's it! I've had it.

"You know what! I don't give a flying fuck anymore! You never seem to listen to me anymore so why should now be any different!" I turned and ran up the stairs to my room, slamming the door as loud as I could. Childish, yes. Did it make me feel better, yes. Locking the door, I picked up my remote and turned on the stereo. The sound of rock music drifted from the speakers. Standing in the middle of my room, I closed my eyes and swayed with the beat of the music. I could slowly feel my anger leaving, as if being washed away by the music. A knock at the door made me pause, a flare of annoyance starting to rise again.

"Hey Dani, it's me Jack." He really didn't have to say who it was. I could easily recognize his muffled voice through the door.

"Can we talk?" I ignored him, turning up the volume on my speakers. I didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially not him.

I fell back onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling. Why was life so complicated? A year ago I never would have thought that any of this would have happened to me. I thought that I would have a nice normal life with my parents in the city I had lived in for seventeen years of my life.

I knew Jack was trying to make amends with me, he really was, but I didn't want him to try. I wanted him to be an asshole. It's so much easier to hate an asshole. I know I am being a bitch, but my dad died and Jack happened to be the man who stole my mom's heart. I think that if he had stolen her heart like six months after he initially had then maybe I would okay with him. My eyes slowly drifted closed as I let sleep take me.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" I bolted straight up, breathing hard. Leaning over I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock.

"Stupid clock." I growled. I hated mornings with a passion.

I fell back onto my pillow with a sigh. Ugh. I had the weirdest dream last night. All I can remember is running through a forest. I think I was being chased by something. Weird.

Standing up and walking towards my closet I shrugged off the slight chills that seemed to have formed because of the dream. I had weird dreams all the time. Sure most of them didn't freak me out like this one, but hey everyone has nightmares.

I really didn't want to go to school, but I knew I didn't have a choice. We were going to have a test in Calculus today. The second day of school and we were having a test. What crazy town had I ended up in? Sure it was a test to see what you knew, but it was actually going towards our grade.

It reminded me of those tests some people have to take in a college class so they can weed out the people who are actually have the strength, guts and/or chupaz to pull of the class. At Forks for the first week of school kids can drop out and switch classes. Back at my old school once you were in a class you were stuck with if till the end of the semester.

I decided not to put in as much effort as yesterday morning. I was too tired from last night. Right now I really didn't care if the whole school saw me in just my pjs. Well that's not completely true, but you get the point. I grabbed a band tee, a pair of jeans and a stripped black and purple hoodie.

Thankfully last night I left my backpack in my car, so I didn't have to worry about lugging it down stairs. I quietly walked into the kitchen after making sure the coast was clear. Unlike when dad and I fought mom and I tended to avoid each other for a couple of days.

Even when I was little she wouldn't be around me as much as normal after we had gotten into a fight or if I had thrown a tantrum around her. As I grew older the time apart after fights had grown longer. Part of it was my fault; after I started to understand that she was avoiding me I got upset and decided that if she was going to stay away from me then I was going to stay away from her as well.

I picked up an apple off the counter as I grabbed my car keys. Locking the house behind me I took a bite of the apple, humming in pleasure at the sweet taste filling my mouth. I loved apples so much. My grandma used to always say that an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Being afraid of doctors back then I started eating apples like there was no tomorrow. After a while I ate them just to eat them.

I let out a sigh as I put the key in the ignition and started the car up. I missed my grandma. Everything reminded her of a song or a poem. She also laughed at everything. Not the bad everything, but the not-really-that-funny everything. I can remember so many different times where she would be laughing at something and mom, dad or I would just kind of stare at her as if she was crazy. Dad always joked that she was. Whenever he would tell people about her he would always say that his mother-in-law lost her marbles, but everyone knew he was joking. She would always joke back that it was her son-in-law that took her marbles.

He loved her like she was his own mother and in a way she was. My dad had lost his mother when he was only seven. His father, my grandpa, died when I was three. My other grandpa had died when I was nine. So my grandma was the only grandparent that I really knew.

I was beyond sad after she died. I stayed in my room for days only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. My parents started to fight a lot more after she died. They would argue about pointless things; like dad leaving his ties lying around the house or mom and her makeup taking up so much space by their sink. I would spend weekends at a friend's house just so I didn't have to hear them argue about this and that.

Then one day it was like a switch would be hit and the fighting stopped. They acted like they were soul mates. They would be all lovey dovey with each other. We would go out on mini family trips. It was wonderful. I had thought that everything was better and back to normal. I was wrong.

We had just gotten back from dinner one night and then out of the blue mom went off on dad. She just started yelling and him and he just yelled back. I was beyond shocked. What had happened with my love struck parents?

It was like this till dad died. They would fight for a while and then they would be happy for a few months. I loved those times when they were happy. It felt like we were a family again. They were in the fighting stage when dad died.

Part of me wonders if it would have been different if they had been in the happy stage. Would mom not have been so quick to get together with Jack? Would we still be back in Colorado? Would she and I be on better terms?

These questions clouded my mind as I pulled into the school parking lot. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I prepared myself for what I knew was going to be a long day.