A/N.. I'm just going to shout out my disclaimer now so I don't sound repetitive every chapter. Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Also, reviews are appreciated. I would like to receive two for every chapter. Constructive criticism is also very appreciated. By the way, there will be much cursing throughout my story. This is my first story so please try to be nice. I'm going to shut up now! Okay, well maybe not. I was told Elisi means grandmother in Cherokee, so that should clear up some confusion.
"Karla, you need to get your ass in the car. We're just about ready to leave." I roll my eyes and reach forward to grab the handle of my duffle bag. My eyes catch the sight of my 19 year older sister, kaya, who grumbles under her breath in exasperation. "Save your breath kaya. Wouldn't want run you over if you pass out cold." She shakes her head and leans forward to shove the rest of our baggage into a the trunk of her 2012 sleek black Nissan Altima.
Once we got into the car, she turned the ignition and the car rumbled to life. I swiveled the volume up cutting off any conversation.
Dickson Tennessee is a medium sized county home to little over 50000 people. Most that live here have grown up in this place. They either didn't want any other life or they were trapped under the souths firm hold.
Outside the window, soft sunbeams fluttered through the gray clouds that scattered the atmosphere. Raindrops tiptoed down from the sky and eventually poured down. The green hills seemed to be racing past us as we turned onto the highway. Before long, Tennessee was just a rear view mirror away.
Kaya reaches over and squeezes my hand in her small one. I quickly wipe away a tear that Traveled unnoticed down my cheek. She cut the silence with a chaste clearing on her throat. "It'll get better Karla. You won't even recognize the pain." Unlike me, Kaya was ready to put the past behind her. She has always been so relentless and strong that sometimes it renders me speechless when I recall all the memories that seem more like nightmares.
Kaya has wavy blonde hair that reaches just a tip past her petite waist on her willowy figure. Her eyes are a delicate green that are always full of kindness. She has a soft white smile that melts the coldest of hearts.
I on the other hand have unruly dark brown hair that reaches and inch past my shoulders. My eyes are more of a cloudy green with flecks of hazel throughout. I have a more curvy figure and stand closer to the ground than she.
Whilst Kaya is more dainty, I'm the rigid one who more so than often explains myself in less civil ways. Before all this mess occurred, I would usually say that I don't have an anger problem, people just have a personality problem.
The erupt stop of the car brings me from my thoughts. I turn down the radio and look around to see us parked in a small driveway of a two story White House surrounded in by great pines. I look further on down the lonesome street and find and small house with chipped red paint. Some of the people inside boomed with laughter.
I quickly turned to open the door and stepped out into the chilly breeze. I bring my arms closer around myself as I walk towards the back of the car. I'm met with Kaya who struggled to yank out her suitcase. "About time you help me, slow poke." I scowled at her but helped anyways.
I glanced back towards the house behind us and wondered briefly if the people inside knew of our incoming. Kaya looked up and followed my eyes. "Elisi might know them."
Elisi is our full blooded Cherokee grandmother. The one who called and put the great idea to move into Kaya's head. She moved here to Forks, Washington when she was about 16, the same age As me. I told Elisi that if Washington only had towns named after silverware then I'd pass, but dear Elisi insisted that we stay in La Push to be closer to her. Glad I wouldn't have to reside in a silverware container, but still insistent on staying where I belonged. Kaya instead thought the notion was wonderful and packed us up in a few short days.
One guy who stood about 6'7 jogged outside shirtless. Not that I minded but modesty was appreciated. Another guy with choppy black hair and russet colored skin joined him and waved at us. I quickly shifted my eyes from the scene and preoccupied myself by grabbing another bag. He laughed as another shirtless but ripped guy stepped out. Great. We've moved to a nudist colony.