Chapter 1
Moving
I looked at the pictures that littered my ocean colored walls. I was lying on my bed looking at each one with scrutiny trying to remember when each was taken. Every picture told a different story in my life. That is why I love photography; I loved it ever since my dad introduced it to me when I was four. When I turned nine I got my first digital camera, and then when I was fifteen I got my first professional camera. I went absolutely ballistic, taking pictures of everything. The camera was more important to me than anything in the world. I took hundreds of pictures of nature and my friends.
"Sleigh! Are you almost done packing?" I heard a wary voice ask.
"Yes Daddy." I called downstairs.
We were moving to La Push, my parents used to live there when they were just married. I was born there and so was my older brother Paul. He lives there now with his fiancée, Rachel. My mom passed away when I was born, and it was my dad and I against the world ever since. We moved to California when I was five and Paul was eleven. Paul didn't come with my dad and I; he lived with my grandfather. I haven't seen him since I was ten, and that was five years ago. He occasionally calls to check in and he sends pictures and letters. Paul looked very different that he used to, he was taller, tan, and he had huge muscles. His fiancée, Rachel, was also a Quilette she had long, straight, ebony hair, she was petite, she had smooth tan skin, and her smile was rather beautiful. It made me jealous the way my brother looked at her in pictures of the two of them. I always wanted that, but I always got the short end of the stick when it came to relationships.
I wasn't ugly; But I wasn't as beautiful as my mother. I had acquired her small nose, long, ebony hair, and her toothy smile. My tan skin was from both sides, and my lean, muscles were from all the sports I played. The one thing that made me different from the rest of my family is my emerald eye and my dark chocolate brown one, they were what made me stand out from the rest of the girls. I rarely wore make-up because as my dad says I have "Natural beauty."
The reason why we were moving was because my dad has cancer. They don't think he will make it; by they I mean the doctors. Dad wanted to die in his hometown and be buried right next to my mom. I guess it's what brought us to where we are now, cleaning up my room and packing up my belongings. I put the pictures that were hung on the wall into a portfolio, stopping at the last one. It was a picture taken last summer of my friends Carmen, Ellie, Damian, Josh, and Fred. They were my best friends. Josh and I were the originals in the group, when we moved to Seattle he was the first friend I ever had. Then, gradually the group increased. The picture showed me with my huge sunglasses that covered my small face, Carmen was on Fred's back, and I was on Josh's, Damian was holding Ellie bridal style, and we all made funny faces
I sighed, putting the picture into the portfolio and started to pack up a few pieces of clothing from the boxes that littered my room. The rest of the stuff was going into the moving truck. I was leaving in about an hour. I had already showered and picked out a gray sweater, with skinny jeans, and a pair of turquoise vans. I put my hair in a messy bun, and slipped on my mom's gold locket. I grabbed my backpack; I was ready for this move.
I had said goodbye to all my friends, there was crying, especially from Ellie and I, even Josh shed a few tears. It was the one of the tragic moments in my life, coming second to my dad having to set me down and tell me about his cancer.
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