AN! Incase u were wondering… this takes place mostly after Breaking Dawn.

*Sigh*

Disclaimer, Twilight= not mine. Although I do own some most of the characters…

Chapter 1: New people, new places.

I propelled myself further down the street. My skateboard's wheels turned under me as I glided on the pavement. My converse gripped the surface of it. I thanked God daily for the invention of these wonderful shoes. This was one of the last times I would feel this street under my board. I was moving today. We decided to leave in the afternoon to give us more time. I woke up early today to meet with my friends to say goodbye. The salty scent of the nearby ocean filled my nose. I turned around, heading back to my small, 'cute' house. I sighed as I sat down on the front curb.

I was going to miss Florida. Mostly my friends, but Florida is great too. We were moving. I hadn't told my friends until last week, trying to spare all the touchy, feely, emotions crap. Although, I wasn't one to talk, my own face was hot with tears. Maybe that's just the beginning of summer. The salty water falling down my face now was probably from going to miss my boyfriend, Scott. School had let out for summer break yesterday. Apparently, it was the perfect time to move. Well, at least, it was to my mom. She had gotten a stupid job at Forks hospital. Stupid pediatrician. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom; I just wish she wouldn't have taken the job. I wondered what I must have looked like, sitting there drowning in misery. My blonde curly hair was swept to the side, my blue eyes sad. The sound of skateboards gliding over the pavement broke my trance. I looked up to see my friends, all of whom had sad expressions.

"Hey, Danny!" Alyssa chirped cheerfully, or at least tried. Her hazel eyes were as sad as I felt. Her brown, straight hair was as usual, in a messy bun.

"Sup." I replied, not really asking the question. I wasn't in the mood to communicate.

"What ya wanna do 'til ya leave?" Jason asked sitting next to me on the rough curb. He was in his usual khaki shorts and a t-shirt. His messy blonde hair was, well messy. Scott sat on the other side of me and put his muscular arm around my waist causing my stomach to knot. His brown hair was flipped to the side with a Yankee's hat on. His deep brown eyes were full of anguish. I kissed him on the cheek hoping to cheer him up. When that didn't help, I distracted myself quickly by looking around at each of them. None of us wore anything special. Shorts and t-shirts were more our style. Honestly, who are we trying to impress? My mom was very disappointed when I didn't want anything to do with dresses, skirts, and acting like a princess. On the bright side, she had no drama to deal with.

"Skate Park?" I asked. Bright smiles appeared on their faces at the thought.

I starred at the taxi in front of my house. It sat still, taunting me. Reminding me I was leaving behind the sun, and surf. My chest ached at the thought. However, my grandma did say I could come stay at her house whenever. That information did heal the ache in my chest a bit. Even though I always thought my grandma was a little, um, out there? Most people would just say crazy. Okay, so she wasn't crazy, her stories were. She told Indian stories that were passed down for generations. No one really understood them, or tried to for that matter.

"Danny, c'mon." my 10 year old brother Brandon said. He had green eyes and black hair. I knew he would be a ladies' man when he got older. My friends stood behind me holding back tears. My chest ached at the very sight. Scott walked forward. He took me in his arms swiftly and roughly. His soft lips crashed down on my own. My heart raced, and my head spun as he pulled away all too soon.

"I love you." He whispered against my lips as I looked deep into his agonizing brown eyes. My heart pounded against my chest as I tried to control my ragged breathing. Heavy despair fell upon me.

"I love you more." I murmured back. His breathing hitched as he gripped my hips. A few tears escaped my blue eyes. He wiped them away with his thumb. He reluctantly let me go when my mom called my name, claiming the plane wasn't going to wait for us. I looked to my waiting family, and then back to my clearly upset, and red eyed friends.

"Bye guys. It's been great." I said. I never wanted to leave them, ever. But, this was for my mom and there's not much I can do.

"Promise us you'll call everyday!" Alyssa wailed, throwing her arms around me. Of, course the other joined into a group hug, Scott placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head. When they let go, (Mom had to pry them off of me,) Scott placed his Yankee's hat on my head. I smiled weakly up at him, before I was dragged away.

"I Promise!" I called over my shoulder, remembering what Alyssa had previously requested. I joined my mom and Brandon in the taxi, with my new hat on my head. I stared at the small house as it got smaller and smaller, as my friends waved goodbye.

"You'll see them again sweetie." Mom said, rubbing my back gently.

"BOO WHO! Wah! Wah! I don't get to see my friends either but I'm not crying!" Brandon said mocking me, his annoying nasal voice ripped through the car. Mom made a mistake putting him in the middle. Naturally, being the older sister and all, I had to put him in his place. I punched his arm pretty hard, not enough to bruise him, because them my mom would kill me. He immediately began to wail. It was a routine for us. He'd annoy me, I'd hit him, he'd cry like a five year old.

"There, now you are." I smirked satisfied. He disserved a good hit, and honestly, it did make me feel a little better.

"Danny! There is no need to hit your brother!" My mom scolded me. The taxi driver seemed very amused. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. There was no use in fighting with her. She already had me in the taxi, which I swore I would never get into. I took out my iPod as we drove down the street for the last time. We drove passed everything, everywhere my friends and I have been all our lives. Passing the ice cream parlor where we'd sit outside, talking for hours. The park, where we met. We would swing and climb the trees.

"You could have dressed a little more lady-like, Danny." Mom said to me. Brandon chuckled. We all knew I would never be put into a dress. I was wearing red basketball shorts that went bellow me knees, neon green t-shirt, and a gray and blue thin striped hooded jacket that I kept unzipped. Mom said the airport was cold, I wouldn't wear it in the 100 degree weather.

"Here we are. The airport!" our cab driver claimed a few minutes later, his country accent was displayed. My mom got out the cab, then my brother. I was about to get out until the driver stopped me to explain something.

"I'm disappointed, you could have hit your brother harder than that." He scoffed with a smile.

"I could have," I responded, trying to make the best of a situation by faking a smile, "but in doing so, I would have broken his arm." He laughed freely as I climbed out of the cab.

"Thanks." I called as I shut the door. My mom waited by the door as Brandon and I stood outside the airport for a moment.

"The last time we'll be breathing in water. Soak it up, Brandon." I said slapping him on the back. He responded by breathing as deeply as possible in to his ten year lungs.

"I'm gonna miss the sun, hot air, surfing, my friends, the beach, the pool, the water, the sand. What are you going to miss?" Brandon asked. His list was endless. I sighed.

"Everything in Florida." I muttered.

"C'mon, I love you both but we have to catch the plane." Mom said. I clutched my dad's Purple Heart. Don't make me do this. I thought to myself. I remember when I got the Purple Heart I now wore around my neck. The heart was the highest honor given to a soldier. Well, a soldier's family. It was given when a person passes away in war. Mom began dragging us in the building as we walked past the faceless people.

One night, when I was six years old, I was laid down on the carpet of the living room. When the doorbell rang, my mom put down my infant brother in his crib to answer it. A grave looking man in uniform appeared behind the door. He handed my mom a piece of paper and a small box. Mom began to cry and dropped to the floor. I rushed to her.

"Momma! What's wrong?" I asked, trying to comfort her. She didn't answer at first.

"T-take c-care of t-this man." She sobbed. I looked at the sympathetic man.

"I think I should leave now. I'm sorry for your loss." The man said as he turned back to his car. My mom slept there on the floor, or tried, I think. All I knew is that we spent all night there, well she did while sobbing. I had to get up to feed Brandon. Mom taught me how to hold him when I was very young, so it wasn't like a dangerous thing. The next morning, my mom had moved to the couch, eventually falling asleep. I was thankful for the already made baby formula stuff for Brandon. Although, it took some effort to get it into the microwave considering my height. I looked at the ground where she had sobbed. It was soaked with tears. I found the small box and pulled out the pretty looking pin. Alyssa would think this is so cool, I thought as I put the whole box into my pocket. Mom eventually got back into the habit of life. I still had no idea what had happened.

Of course I eventually figured things out, I wasn't stupid. Mom knew I had taken the Purple Heart, she didn't mind. She told me she wouldn't have been able to carry it around everywhere. She said I was a strong one, like my dad, Amar. I still remember him, but Brandon was just a newborn when he left.

I snapped back into reality when we had to board the plane. I sank into my seat which hundreds of people have sat in. I wonder if they were as miserable as me. I had an aisle seat; across from me was a boy about my age with his friend sitting next to him. The guy eyed me up and down. He proceeded to point me out to his friend who laughed at my lazy clothing. The idiot finally looked at my face. They froze where they were. The hand gesture I gave him would have gotten me grounded for 2 months. I smirked and settled into my seat.

"Hey, you." Someone called, about thirty minutes later; we were just taking off. My head instinctively turned to the call. It was that dumbass guy again. His friend was snickering next to him.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he joked for his friend's amusement. I smiled politely to him while leaning closer.

"Bug me one more time, and I will do something that will get us both arrested." I whispered angrily. When I leaned back, his face had gone pale, much to my satisfaction. I was almost positive the freckle face red head was going to bother me again. Well, I needed some entertainment during the 12 hour flight. They began to play old soap operas that bored the crap out of me.

I shoved my headphones in my ears, trying to drown out the world. My mom and brother were a few rows back. I told them I would be fine up here. I was always independent.

"Where are you going?" The carrots friend asked me. I took out one headphone (apparently my IPod wasn't loud enough) and looked at the dirty blonde hair guy.

"Washington." I answered simply. This dude didn't seem too bad.

"Why?" He asked like he was actually interested in my life.

"Look, instead of playing twenty questions, why don't you two just continue your gay love in the bathroom. I think it's open." I hissed at the dumbass. All he wanted to do was mock me because of the way I dressed: baggy.

"Jeez, I just wanted to talk. But no that's cool, we understand you're socially retarded." He snapped back.

"Yup." I said pushing my headphone back into my ear. Honestly, I had a lot of anger about the move, and I didn't want to unleash all of it on these jackasses. That's what little brothers are for.

It was a long plane ride. Carrot top and gay boy only bugged me a few more times before I told them to shut up because I would beat both their asses. I don't think they doubted me. By the time I stood up to get off the plane, my legs wouldn't respond. Mom and Brandon walked over to me.

"C'mon Danny." Mom said.

"I don't think I have function of my legs anymore." I muttered. Of course when I stood up, a sharp pain shocked my stiff legs. I groaned but walked any way. Mom needed us to move with her. Don't make it hard on her. Don't make it hard on her. Don't make it hard on her. I chanted as we climbed into a new taxi. The rain washed over the windows leaving trails of cold water behind. I looked into a large drop and became mesmerized. Did you know if you look into one, everything you see appears upside down?

I felt a little discussed by the small town of Forks. No one lives here! There were no skyscrapers, there was no sun, and there were no buildings built in the 21st century. Don't get me wrong, I love the rain, but there can only be so much of a good thing.

We pulled up to a large, 'cute,' pink house with blue trimming. I shuddered at the thought. My mom had already taken care of everything. Everything we owned was unpacked and in the correct bedrooms.

I found mine easily in the two story, four bedroom house. I really liked my room. It was, of course, a shore theme. It reminded me of the beach near my house. I had a soft, sandy colored on my walls up to three feet. The higher parts were a soft, light blue. My queen sized bed was white and fluffy, not exactly my taste, but "it matches the room." A plasma screen was hooked on the wall, facing the large bed. I had my own bathroom and walk in closet, which were designed as accordingly. My skateboard was in the closet, which was a huge relief. My over all favorite part of the room was the hanging chair in the corner. It was woven out of the wood stuff people make basket's with. It had a white fluffy pillow in it to match the room.

I turned on iPhone on and took a picture of the room while it was clean. I sent it to my friends back home.

NO WAY! Thts ur new room? Alyssa texted me back. I spent an hour texting all of them listening to music, tearing up every now and then. My mom walked in to see how I was doing. She sat down on the bed next to me.

"I'll get you a brand new car to make up for this, Danny. I know you had to sacrifice a lot." She said smoothing my hair.

"Mom, you don't have to. It was a better paying job, and you took it." I replied.

"I'll let you pick it out…" she trailed. I narrowed my eyes.

"What's my price range?" I asked.

"Well, I did say brand new, right?" I nodded. "I'd say… 30." My eyes bugged out. I know she was a doctor and all, but I'm a sixteen year old girl! $30,000 seemed like way too much.

"Are you sure Mom? That's a lot of money." I gulped. She rubbed my back.

"You gave me this opportunity, now it's my turn." She smiled. I was gapping after her. What mother in the world would give their teenage daughter that many zeros to spend? I already knew which car I wanted.

Since I'm not really socially retarded, I made friends quickly like most teenage girls. How you ask? I got a job at a local restaurant. I was paying the insurance for the car. That's the only way I would let my mom pay so hugely on it. I still thought it was ridicules, but hey, who's complaining about ruining us financially?

"Hey Danny, are you doing anything this Saturday?" My friend Chase asked as we collected trays of food for the impatient costumers on a Wednesday. He was going to my school, and in my grade. A lot of people seemed to know the long blonde haired boy. But then again, everyone knew each other in Forks.

"No, why?" I asked, waiting on a baked potato.

"We were going to the movies. You want to come?" Chase asked; his green eyes hopeful.

"Sure, who all is going?" I calculated it quickly. I would have my car by then. Tomorrow actually, and let me tell you, I am bouncing off the walls.

"You, me, Jack, Lindsay, Mallori, and Grant." He listed.

Cool." he quickly gave me directions and a time.

Finally! I thought as I jumped out of my bed the next morning. I was getting my car today! I ran downstairs to my mom's girly bedroom.

"MOM, Get up!" I yelled as I jumped on her bed. She had taken off of work to help me get the car I wanted. I already had my license so I could drive it out of the lot. We were going out of town to get it since Forks doesn't have any cars made in a year starting with a two.

"It's only seven." She mumbled rolling over. I thought it was a little ironic how we had switched places.

"SO? I want that car!" I sang standing near her.

"I'll tell you what. If you can get Brandon up, we can go." she muttered with a smile. Damn it! Brandon would not give up sleep for anything! She knew us too well. I quickly ran upstairs to his room.

"Brandon, pst, Brandon!" I whispered to his sleeping figure. He threw his pillow at my face.

"Go away!" he snapped.

"Get up!" I said while dragging him off the bed by his feet.

"Why?" he hissed.

"I'm getting my car today!" I begged.

"So? Can't you wait a few hours!?" he replied angrily sitting up off the ground.

"I'll give you ten dollars!" I tried to bribe.

"Not worth it." He stated while crawling back into his blue bed.

"Then what is?" I asked. He thought it over.

"Make me an offer." He smiled evilly. I felt like he should have been petting a fluffy cat on his lap and talking with a funny accent.

"I'll make you breakfast for the next two weeks." I offered. He shook his head.

"Mom does that." He smiled.

"I'll do all your chores for the next month." He shook his head again.

"I get paid for doing chores." I replied. Damn! I raised him well.

"I'll drive you anywhere you want next month." I tried to sound persuasive. He took a minute before smiling.

"Why next month?" he asked.

"'Cause I'd like to get some time with my car before you ruin it." I replied.

"Fine." He smiled climbing out of bed.

"No eating or drinking in it either. Have we reached an agreement?" I asked extending my hand to the smartass ten year old.

"Deal." He shook it.

"Then get in the car!" I chirped like only Alyssa would.

"Give me five minutes." He smiled happily because of what he got out of my impatience.

"MOM, HE"S UP!" I called while walking downstairs for some quick breakfast.

"Crap." I heard her mutter. I just laughed at the thought of my mom cursing.