Chapter one – Going….going….gone.
Me and my brother lived our lives very differently, he was the jock I was the geek. Of course he practically hated me but it wasn't my fault my mother had an affair with his very married father, but he was too immature to see it that way. I hated a lot of things in life for one I hated my alcoholic piece of shit father, I also hated La Push high scratch that I hated La Push in general. I hated my acne and my braces, my low self esteem and most of all I hated Paul Lohoate.
I was the typical geek; pimples, bad acne, horrible glasses and too shy to defend themselves. Paul Lohoate took advantage of that. When I was little my mom left my father and the reservation She moved back to her home, Brazil. Yes I wasn't 100% Quileute one of the reasons I has so hated. One day I had had too much I cracked under it all and I had fled, I packed all of my stuff up called my mom and told her I was on my way she hadn't asked any questions simply told me she send me my flight reservation right away, that was the biggest fight me and my brother had ever had.
FLASHBACK
"What are you doing Anala?" his deep voice rebounded off my walls
"What does it look like" I snapped he stayed quiet for a moment shocked that I had snapped at him.
"It looks like you're doing what your whore of a mother did" he snarled he was in my face at this point. Before I realized what I was doing I slapped him so hard I was surprised he didn't get whiplash.
"Don't you dare." I hissed he rubbed his face.
"You're gonna leave dad too?" he asked me quietly
"Dads to drunk have the time to even realize I'm gone" I hissed fiercely.
"He'll notice La-La" he whispered
"Don't. After all these years don't you dare act like you give a damn! You all looked down on me there goes Anala the half Quileute girl, There goes Anala her mothers a whore who broke up a marriage and then left, there goes Anala, the geek, there goes Anala! Let's make fun of her! Lets push her kick her call her names! THERE GOES ANALA! "I screamed angrily "yeah there goes Anala J, right out your front door!" I snarled turning to grab my bags and I left out of my small house out of La Push out of Washington, out of my old life.
There goes Anala …. Going…. Going…Gone.
