“MOM!” I shouted as I put my hood on.  I would never have to do that in Calgary on a mid August day.  Ugh, why did I have to move to some rain stricken town? Why did I even have to move period?  Oh yeah, Heather, I mean my mom, wanted to start a new life with Robert, her new little boyfriend.  And of course she discusses it with him before me and they decide together that we are moving to some small town, wait can I even call La Push a town?  I remember the day I found out we were moving, about two weeks after they actually decided and put the house up for sale.
    Flashback.
    “Mom, Robert?” I shouted as I stepped through my front door.  My house seemed emptier then usual, something bad was in the atmosphere.   It felt sort of like the day when my dad left.  My face lit up.  Ooo maybe Robert was leaving.  Just the thought made me smile.
 It’s not that I didn’t like Robert; okay well that was part of it but not the whole part.  He was just not very nice to me, too young to be a “father” of a sixteen year old and he was making us take a “family” trip down to his old town Forks.  Summer was supposed to be a time for me to spend with my friends, not “family.”  Ugh.
“In the dining room Taylor,” Robert called back, “we have something to tell you.” I stopped, he didn’t sound sad, he couldn’t be leaving than.  Crap.
“Should I be happy about this ‘something’?” I asked not moving closer to the dining room.  
“Just come here and we’ll tell you.  I would be excited if I were you.” Ugh, it was sure to be something I wouldn’t be particularly happy about; my mother and me felt excited about totally different things.  But I needed to know what was going to happen so I walked slowly toward the dining room.
I stopped in the doorway and shock crossed my face.  WHERE THE HELL WAS MY DINING TABLE AND WHY THE HELL WERE MY PARENTS LEANING ON PACKING BOXES?
“I AM NOT MOVING!” I screamed staring straight at Robert, this had to be his idea.
“Sorry Tee, it’s decided.  We’re moving the second weekend of August.” I blinked keeping the tears down.  I always seemed to cry when I was angry, and I was angry now.
“WHY ARE WE MOVING?  WHERE ARE WE MOVING?” I asked still screaming.  If we weren’t moving far, aka I didn’t have to move school, that would be fine.
“Well you know how Robert grew up in La Push well…” I didn’t let her finish her answer, I was already screaming.
“I AM NOT LEAVING CALGARY!  TO BAD, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!  AND ANYWAYS I THOUGHT ROBERT GREW UP IN FORKS!”I was shaking with anger, tear falling from my eyes.  They could not make me leave.  Nothing could make me.
“No honey, he grew up in La Push.  It’s a little reservation outside Forks.  It’s near the ocean and really nice there.” What did my mom know, Robert could be some creeper.  
“Oh and also Taylor, you are coming with us.” I stared at Robert, he was ruining my life.
“OH NO I’M NOT!” I screamed, turned and left my house.
End of Flashback.
    “MOM!” I screamed again, waiting for her answer.
    “Honey, do you think you could help the nice men out and move the stuff in the house?” Ugh, she never listened to me anymore,
    “Uh, NO!  I didn’t want to move here, so I’m not helping set up.  Once my car gets here I’m leaving.” Robert had to drive my car here because my mom wanted some “mother daughter” time.  He was supposed to be right behind us, at least that’s what my mom said.  She bit her bottom lip.
    “Honey, your cars not going to be here ‘til tomorrow.”  My hands started shaking and I blinked,
    “How am I supposed to get around?” I asked, keeping my anger bottled up.
    “Well honey, we have your little Vespa…” She looked down, I took a deep breath.
    “Heather, I mean, Mother. Do you expect me to ride a scooter in the rain?” I asked keeping my voice calm.  Riding a scooter in this would be like riding one under water.
    “Well you could stay here and help…” I didn’t let her finish her sentence; I would rather eat dirt then stay and hang with my mother.
    “Where is it?” I asked rolling my eyes.
    “In the trunk of my truck.  The keys are under the seat.” I didn’t say another word, but walked toward Heather’s little Ford pickup truck.  Sitting in the trunk was my light green Vespa and, like she said, the keys were in the hidden compartment under the seat.
    It had been year since I rode it, but I didn’t forget how to, it was so easy.  Like they say, you never forget to ride a bike, maybe it was the same for scooters.  Soon I was racing down the street with my mom screaming “HELMET!”  I laughed as I flew down the rode.
    I had to admit it, the adrenaline was wonderful and it was better then walking.