was born in the small town of Forks, Washington, but my parents soon got divorced, my mom leaving my dad in the town and taking me with her. We moved around a lot when I was younger, living first in California and later Phoenix, Arizona, especially how warm and sunny it was. I didn't have many friends at my large school there, but I never found that bothersome, as I was always busy trying to keep up with my mom. It was like I was the adult and she was the child, so I never found myself with lack of things to do. Then my mom married Phil, a minor league baseball player, and I could tell how wistful she was to enjoy life on the road with him, even though she never mentioned it to me. Wanting her and Phil to be happy, I made what I believed to be the ultimate sacrifice; I volunteered to move in with my dad, returning to the small town of my birth. The move took place in January of 2005, and the town was just as cloudy, rainy, and cold as I remembered. Living with my father, Charlie, was much quieter than living with my mom, but my dislike of Forks still remained. It was so green. I missed the sun against my skin and the busy streets of Phoenix. I was pleasantly surprised by the welcome present Charlie purchased for me: a red 1953 Chevy pick-up truck. While different, the car was perfect for me, and it also demonstrated Charlie's appreciation of my decision to move in with him.
Now I'm just the girl as a senior in high school looking for love.If you want to be my Jake or Edward just comment my page below -Smiles-