Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Faith Says ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

I glare out the plane window as I fly with my family to Forks, Washington. Things have not been going good for any of
us, and apparently, due to my attitude, we have to move. Lovely Forks, Washington. Nice and rainy. My kind of place if
you ask me. I never have liked it back in Hawaii anyways. It's too damn hot and sunny for me. So, let me explain my
family while we are stuck on this boring ride to our new home.

See, my mom and I used to be best friends. We shared everything. Until I got mixed up in the wrong crowd, things have
not been the same since then. Something happened to me. Things went from awesome, to good, to bad, to worse, to
terrible. I don't really open up to people. It is not in my nature. Since then, we have not really been able to patch up the
big hole I dug up on my own. I look more like my mom, then I do my dad. Of course, I changed how I look a long time
ago. So now, it is practically impossible to tell who I look like, or if I am even related to my parents.

My dad gave me. . . he gave me. . . I honestly cannot remember anymore. He gave me something of his. He and I were
pretty good. Comfortable with each other, and we got along well. Most of the time. As with my mom though, things
changed when I changed. The hole stayed in the ground, untouched and unhealable. It seems neither of my parents can
trust me anymore. How sad is that?

The last members of my family are my sister and brother. They are the same age as me. My brother is adopted though,
and he has a different last name, since he did not want ours. He and my sister date. I know it sounds gross, but it isn't so
bad when one is adopted and the other is blood. They blame me for ripping the family apart though, so we do not talk.
At school, I usually get a "bitch" tossed at me from one or both of their mouths. No one can seem to get over it. Except
me. And frankly, I can care less. Let them hate me.

Because of me, everyone is hating each other. There are constantly fights everywhere, aside from the two love birds. We
step off the plane, as we finally arrive at the airport in Seattle. We get into a car, and drive the long route from Seattle to
Forks after getting our luggage. I zone back to my own thoughts. I would not be shocked if my parents even got a
divorce. Or throw me out on the streets for all I care. I know how to survive.

This is going to be one interesting town. The second we cross the boundary line, rain splashes against the windows hard.
I wonder how my parents would react to my deep secret that no one knows of. The secret of my true self. The reason
why I do not want to patch up this hole. My fairy tale life. Would you even call it a fairy tale? As terrible as it is, that is
what it seems like, huh.


"Faith, we're home." Mom says in a tone that seems forced.


"Whatever." I reply. I get out of the car with my family and stare at the new house of ours. It is gorgeous. A huge, 2-
story, blue house with a lot of windows and stuff. My room is definitely got to be the largest one! Hopefully it will have a
nice bay window, or balcony. The thing I love the most.

I grab what small amount of stuff I brought for my room and walk upstairs with it. Not caring to stop and help the others
get their things. They brought more than I did. I just decided I'd buy what I need later, mainly so I can get my room
decorated and painted before I put all the big stuff in. So for now, I'll be sleeping on the floor. Is it not funny how a rich
girl is sleeping on the floor in her own house? It makes my family look bad too, since they actually brought their bed and
big house appliances.

All I happened to have brought with me, are my clothes, hair and bathroom things, personal things, blankets, a pillow,
and a few extra things I did not have the heart to get rid of.

As usual, my parents were arguing as I walk into the house and pick out my room. I examine each before making my
final decision. It is nothing great, just plain white walls, ugly brown carpet, and a bay window. Perfect for me. Best of all,
it has perfect sight of the moon and sky. The room is average sized and connected to my own personal bathroom. Just
what I want.

This way, my parents and siblings will not have to yell at me to hurry my ass up or anything lame like that. No yelling at
all. They can honestly care less if I run late. No one cares about anyone else in this house. With the exception of my
lovebird siblings. I glance outside and see that the moon is in the night, starry, sky. So I lay my things in a corner of my
room, shut my door, and snuggle up under my blankets on my bay window. Slowly, I drift into a dreamless sleep.

*Story End*

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