Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

   Great. This was just perfect. My mom has the best ideas.

   So my mom had this brilliant idea to accept a designing job in a town called Forks.

   I mean seriously. Why not name my new school, Spoons?

   The best part about it was that I got to leave my preppy, cliquey school in Massachusetts. My mom had decided to send me there when she heard that they all got good grades. Apparently, that was just a cover from the torture that was the populars.

   My new school was supposed to be a public school. That was a real change from my usual environments. Where I lived, we had a beach. Good old, Cape of Cod. I used to love to walk down to the beach with my shiny, light blue guitar. Id sit on the Rocks at the far West of the beach and watch the sunset. I came up with a few chords, but never a tune to sing with it.

   No more beach and clear skies for me. No more colorful, exotic flowers.

   Instead, the rainy, green that was Forks.

   "Mom, remind me again why I had to come with you?" I sighed, staring out my rainy window.

   "Honey," Mom giggled, putting a hand on my shoulder, "You may be a sophomore, but you're not old enough to live on your own. That's definitely how it would be with your father." She almost spat the last word.

   My parents had finally signed the divorce papers a month ago. A week later, my mother got the Job offer to work in Washington. The closest place to her store, 'Night Lily's', was a small, two story house in the rainy small town. Her sister worked at the local grocery store and had hooked her up with a good deal.

   My thoughts were interrupted as a loud humming from the car came. I looked at the hood and realized it wasnt our car; it was a rather new looking one passing us. I'm not big on cars, but my mom had told me all about that one. It was the one she dreamed of having. It was called the 'Alias': A high-tech electric car with two wheels in the front, and one in the back. It was silver with three black stripes in the front.

   "There it is!" She screeched, pointing to the car, "It's the 'Alias'!"

   "Yeah, I see it." But my eyes weren't on the car. They were on the driver. I only got a quick glance at him, and he looked Gorgeous. A beauty like I'd never seen on earth. I decided it was just a trick of how fast he was going.

   "It's Seven am." Mom told me.

   "Serena" I hissed my mom's name, "Do I have to go to school today? I just spent the night on a plane!" She nodded.

   "You slept on the plane." Serena snickered.

   "Come on" I sighed, taking my backpack. It was pre-packed with school supplies. "Pick me up after school. I dont know where the house is." I laughed. Mom turned swiftly to the right and I saw the school. There were three buildings, one obviously the Admin office.

   "See you at two!" Mom laughed, shoving me out of the car. I rolled on the sidewalk and she drove off, laughing.

   "Have fun un-packing!" I screamed after her, running a hand through my hair.

   I had just gotten it done at home. My brown hair was now a caramel color, with an electric blue at the very ends. It was actually my moms idea, and I loved it more every minute. I rushed to the Admin building and burst through the doors.

   "Umm Do you go to this school?" A rather large woman asked from behind a desk. I sighed.

   "I guess you must not get new students often." I laughed, walking to her.

   "Are you kidding me?" She giggled, "The last new student we had was Bella Swan... I mean Cullen. She graduated, Married, and moved away last year."

   "Then I guess I'm the new Bella Cullen." I smiled, taking a short bow. It was then that I caught my reflection. I was wearing a plain blue tee with jeans. No makeup, but that wasnt unusual. I would have looked very plain, if not for the hair. I usually wore the clothes my mom designed.

   "Well, then Bella, Youre the designers daughter, right?" She opened a program on the computer, starting up the printer.

   "Yeah, My moms name is Serena. We used to live at the Cape." I started, leaning lazily on the counter.

   "Massachusetts? Wow. Well, I guess it was your moms idea to put you though the torture of switching mid-year." She laughed, handing me a paper.

   Of course. I sighed, taking it.