Everybody's Changing

... I need a date for the debutante ball. No, I don't want to go, and no I don't want to talk about it. No, I'm not friends with any of you, and no, I don't care. Leave me alone unless you know of someone I can take.

I promise it will be the last time you see me in Forks.

My father is dead.

Alright, kids. I was rummaging around through this old picture album because my dad still hadn't sorted through last summer's vacation pictures. Figures! Anyway, I couldn't help but post these. They aren't all from the summer...just saying.

( Here we go! )

By the way, I'm going to need a date for this damn debutante thing. Don't all speak at once, boys.

I wonder if Derek from Albany would want to fly down...

friends only.