Sighing a blonde girl pulled a box full of junk out from under her bed, upon opening it she found old pictures, notes, candy wrappers and a photo album. As soon as she saw the cover her eyes started to swell with tears. On the first page was a happy looking family, minus a dad. There was a older looking woman, with tan skin, dark brown hair, and green eyes. Next to her was a teenage girl with a light tan, same green eyes as her elder, but her hair was a rusty brown-red color. Then in front of that girl was a boy that looked to be about ten, a mop of dirty blonde hair, with the same tan skin and green eyes as his mother. To his right was his younger towheaded sister but, only by two years, she had very pale skin and dark blue eyes. Around the smallest girls neck was a tan arm that lead to a boy that looked younger than the teen girl but older than the other boy, he was on his knees to be closer to his littlest sibling, his hazel eyes bright and his dark brown locks where cut short. They all had the same big smile, the sad thing was that if they where to pose for a picture like this now they all would have to be forced, to be this
close to each other and their smiles would be fake. The girl felt a tear fall down her cheek and on to the laminated paper. The only person in that picture that she could still trust was her eldest brother, Neil, he was her best friend even though he lived in Forks, Washington while she remained in Auburn, Maine. But, soon she would be living with her favorite person in the world. Right now everything in her room, as in clothes, posters, shoes, books(that included a photo album her friends recently made), and other odd things. The only thing that she had in the room that she used to call her's was: a messenger bag, lap top case, and a change of clothes set on her old night stand. The fell onto the bed that only held a pillow and small quilt. She set the alarm on her phone and fell into a dreamless sleep.