Why does everything bad always happen to me? Like what the hell! I did absolutely nothing to deserve this... minus getting kicked out of 6 schools and suspended from 4- but that was a long long time ago. Anywho my name is Jayla Taime; pronounced like T-A-M-E , Ya I get a lot of jokes for having my last name, especially because I've been told I have a lot of attitude. I would disagree about having an 'attitude'. I didn't. I just spoke whatever was on my mind whenever I wanted.

Back to my current situation: my parents are making me move to Washington! Like what the fuck! I live in freaking north America, that is a long flight mind you...or maybe it isn't. All I know is that I d want to move, especially to a place where it always rains. That's right ladies and gentleman I'm moving to La Push.

Right at this moment I am currently standing in my room where all my boxes are packed looking at myself in the full length mirror. I was pretty... I guess. I had light brown-reddish hair that goes about an inch past my shoulders (when straightened), hazel eyes with annoyingly curly eyelashes that I spend a good part of my morning trying to straighten them out. I'm 5'6 which is a good height for currently being 17, I had nice curves, and an okay ass and a 44C cup size.

"Jayla! Keep it moving! The trucks going to be here in 7 minutes." Yelled my mother from the first floor. I rolled my eyes.

"Lala," I turned around and saw my 3 year old brother Jake and smiled, he was honestly the cutest little boy ever, he was also the only one I let call me 'Lala'.

"Hey Jay, watcha doin up here? Shouldn't you be with mommy helping her pack?" I smiled as I picked him up.

"No she told me to come up here to move you're as-"

"DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE." I yelled cutting him off. I went wide eyed.

Every time my mother was stressed she swears like a maniac, which my father tells her not to in front of the babies, meaning Jake and my 10 month old brother Jayden. He actually said:

"We already have one corrupted child, we don't need another."

Which I took offence too, I mean I wasn't corrupted, I just knew how to say words that were seen as 'swear words' and string them together perfectly...

I walked downstairs with Jake still on my left hip, and almost lost my temper, which happens almost every time I walked into my former living room.

"Jayla wipe that ugly sneer off your face now," my mom said while looking at a box filled with pictures, while having Jayden on her right hip.

" if you don't like it you shouldn't have made us move to fuc- " I looked down at Jake in my arms then looked back up at my mother " freakin forks!" I said in a rather rude way, but really I could careless. She deserved it.

" Do not talk to me that way! And how many times do I have to tell you. Its La Push."

"Jake go see if daddy needs any help in the garage," I said as I looked down at him, he smiled brightly, then kissed my cheek before I put him down, and ran off.

I then set my glare on my mother.

"I don't care what it's called your still making us move to fucking nowheresville and making me leave my friends!"

"Jayla ive had enough of your yelling for the past 3 weeks and frankly I'm getting tired of it. if you don't shut your mou-"

"Shut the hell up Lydia! This is all your fault, you stupid bitc-"

"JAYLA, don't you dare say another word!" my father's deep voice rung throughout the house as he walked in through the front door. My dad was a pretty big fellow, at 6'7 if not taller, big muscles and as tan as can be. I am for the most part a major daddy's girl but lately nothing can stop me from going off at my disgraceful mother. I turned to him and crossed my arms over my chest; glare still in place. My glare soon evaporated as I saw Jake's face looking confused. I sighed angrily.

"The trucks are here, grab your luggage, pack it in the car and shut up." My dad said sternly.

The flight wasn't that bad, if you skip having to move seats 3 times because I kept cussing at the kids who kicked my seat while I was trying to take a nap to drown out my horrible life. I mean c'mon now that was just plain rude.

When we landed at the airport, I was tired as fuck and frustrated. I was pushing Jake's stroller, but then switched with my dad when he saw me struggling and pushed Jayden's stroller instead. Being small basically allowed you to have servants. They got to sleep while I was cranky and pushed there heavy bodies around the entire airport- well only heavy because of my lack of energy. Apparently we were waiting for my dads friend Charlie to pick us up. After 20 minutes of walking around my feet started hurting so naturally got bitchier.

" Can you hurry up and find this dude? Jeez I feel like I just ran a marathon in high heels." I said rather annoyed.

" Jayla, I know your tired, just be patient." My dad said with a meaningful look.

" well can you atleast fucking call him? He's obviously no-"

" there he is!" my birth carrier yelled pointing in a random direction.

We quickly walked over to him and by the looks of it hes been her no longer than 30 seconds, seeing as how when we arrived it wasent raining , but his jacket showed water droplets falling in different directions.

" Charlie, how's it shakin?" said my dad smiling.

" I'm still dancing. " he smiled , then turned to look at my mother and smiled wider. " Lydia! Is it just me ? or have you gotten more beautiful with age?" my mother giggled, while I gagged.

" nope, I think the word your looking for is wrinklier." I said with a fake smile. My mother's smile turned to a frown. She opened her mouth to say something but my dad beat her to it.

"Jayla, apologize." He said with conviction present in his voice.

" why? Its not like I lied. 'Charilie' is the one doing all the lying here-"

" thats enough young lady," Charlie said after overcoming his shock from my bold statement.

I raised my eyebrow. " who the fuck are you? Ive known you for 5 mintues and all I know is that your a liar trying to –"

"Jayla Marina Taime! If you don't shut your mouth I'll deal with you later and I promise it wont be pretty." My dad gave me a warning look. " I know your tired just be patient." I looked away.

" I'm sorry about that Charlie," my mother said smiling, Charlie smiled back. I rolled my eyes. Men, they were so gulable.

" thats quite alright, what do you say we get out of here?" before anyone could answer him I yelled.

" Y."

Charlie led us to a huge van, which was our temporary car, until ours were shipped over. The ride to our new house was long but atleast I could finally get some sleep.