Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight- (insert dry sob) - but I do own Ettie and her family itself. Mine! Anyways, hope you enjoy the story!

I'm going back. I'm going back to my home, the one place I felt complete, and utterly happy. La Push. I shouldn't feel this way, but I do.

I shouldn't feel this way because they left me. They left me for Sam Uley, the little ringleader of their so called 'La Push Protectors'. I bet they wear badges and matching hats.

We were all best friends. Jared, Paul, Jacob, Quil, Embry. And me. Ettie Lunter. We would eat lunch at our table; hang out after school at each others house together. But then, Jared left school for about a week. He didn't show up to school, he wasn't answering any of our calls; we were all really worried. Then when he came back, he would hang out with Sam Uley, who we all said we would never join. He ignored us.

Then Paul, Embry, and Jacob left too, until it was just me and Quil sitting at our table, and they all sat at their new table.

Flashback

We were sitting at our table, me and Quil, sneaking glances at our old friends table. They never looked our way.

I looked over at Quil, and saw that he was just looking at his food, eating like a machine, not really looking at it. I needed to tell him now.

"Quil? I need to ask you something."

He looked up at me and asked what about.

"Just… promise me you won't leave me like they did." We didn't say their names; it hurt too much.

He just smiled sadly and promised.

"Thanks Quil." I didn't notice the stares of our old friends four tables down. Neither did Quil.

Flashback Ends

I didn't know that would be the last time I would see Quil, until after he had turned to his old friends, rather than me. I knew he would eventually, seeing that he got angry with people quickly, his body temperature was high, and he grew about a foot in a week. I'd seen four others go through the change, both beginning and end, to know that he was next.

For weeks, I cried and prayed that this was some kind of nightmare, which just wouldn't let me wake up. I wondered what caused this in all my friends to leave me, one after one, all going to new and better people. I only came up with one explanation. It was me.

Looking back on it, I was probably the worst friend you could ever have. I bossed them around, borrowed and never returned their stuff, always wanted to hang around with them. I probably looked like a lost puppy trailing behind its old owners trail. I was annoying, stupid on so many occasions, and I just kept coming back.

I must have been thinking that we were forever, my friends and me, forever and always. But when I came to school on the day Quil didn't, I knew I was a loner. The one at school that had no friends, was only there for the learning experience. I was 16.

I moved to New York that summer, all the way across the country. I never wanted to see the place that I was forgotten, abandoned. I wanted a fresh start, a new place to call home.

I always was interested in art. Paintings, modeling, sculpting, sketching. I always liked to do anything artistic, to express myself, especially during my dark period. So when I left for New York, I finished high school and opened my own art studio. Which brings me back to La Push.

My agent, Samantha, said that a new art gallery would be opening in August of 2012. It was September of 2011 now. The gallery wanted me to show off the style of wilderness the West Coast had to offer. I wanted to do something with forests and nature at the time I was called, and it was just my luck they picked the small Indian Reservation called La Push.

So now I was heading back to my home, the one place I had everything, then it was lost in only a year. But I would be strong, and I would do my job while getting my surroundings back. I needed this, not just for the cash but for my mental health.

I was going home. Home to La Push.