Chapter 1
Kim's P.O.V.
"Is that the last box?" James, my "so-called" father asked.
"Yeah" I replied bluntly as I stacked the last box ontop of another box inside the truck.
"Oh, i'm gonna miss you so much sweetie!" Heather, my "so-called" mother cried.
"Sure" I commented while rolling my eyes.
Heather and James, my "so-called" parents, were giving up on me, due to my 'awful behaivior' these past few years. They claimed that they couldn't deal with my supposed bad attitude and were forcing me to move from beautiful, sunny, Beverly Hills, to cold, boring, rainy La Push. At least that's how the place had been described online, well except for the boring part.
La Push, Washington. That's where my Uncle Sam, Heather's brother, and his wife Emily lived. I had met Uncle Sam about two times in my entire life, once when I was five, and then just a couple years of ago when I was thirteen, he was pretty cool, and he was kind of hot too. Not that I think of him in that way, ew! that would be gross. I just think that he's a handsom man. He only came to visit us, never the other way around, so this would be my first time going to La Push.
"Alright, we better get moving before you miss your flight" James said while tying the ropes down on the boxes in the back of the truck.
"I'm going to miss you so much honey!" Heather cried, forcefully pulling me into a tight hug. I let her hug me for about two seconds before peeling her arms off of me. "I love you!" she cried.
I stepped back, away from her, and glared. If she loved me so damn much then she wouldn't be giving up on me and sending me away.
"Goodbye Heather" I replied bluntly, still glaring at her. I turned away from her and began making my way toward the truck. I climbed in once I reached the passengers side, never turning back to look at the crying woman who stood infront of, one of many, Beverly Hills mansions.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot accompany you and your father on your drive to the airport this morning, I have a huge meeting that i have to attend" Is what Heather had earlier stated.
So it was just me and James on a thirty minute drive to the airport.
"Alright, here we go" James said, as he drove out of the driveway and onto the road.
Heather's lame excuse for not coming to drop me off at the airport today was one of the reasons why I acted the way that I did. You see, both of my parents were workaholics. I was suprised that James had offered to take two hours off this morning just to help me pack the car and take me to the airport. He was probably just really excited about me leaving.
"I'm gonna miss you kid" James said, extending his arms for a hug.
All of my belongings were already aboard the plane, my flight would leave in about 10 minutes from now.
"Sure" I said, extending one hand his way, refusing to hug him.
Jamed nodded and shook my hand.
"I love you Kim" James said, letting go of my hand.
"Bye" I said.
I saw a tear roll down his cheek before I turned and made my way towards the stairs of the airplane.
I took my seat in firt class, plugged my ears with my earphones and turned my ipod on.
Hopefully this place won't be as bad as i think.
