I'm not exactly what you call 'A normal Girl'. I'm a storm with skin. Or at least that's what my dad says. For example, what I consider fun to pass the time is not what most people enjoy, let alone find morally ethical. I like to hunt, go to the gun range, train my agility dogs, go to the gym, Ariel gymnastics in the back yard, knife throwing, and the list goes on. So, as you can see, I'm not 'normal' but I could care less. Oh, and here's another thing, I couldn't give a rat's ass about boys. I will admit some are descent looking but in the end are stuck up jerks who only care about hot girls with nice butts. Anyway, today we are finally arriving in Forks, Washington. My dad just retired from the military and got a job as head of some branch of 'Apple' that is creating a new division up here. I loved being a Navy military brat. Moving around, meeting new people, new places, plus I want to go into Air Force ROTC when I grow up. So, being a daughter of Captain, gave me a birds eye view of all the action. I love the gym, shooting and combat, so I'm obviously a perfect fit. My dad even trains me, and he couldn't be prouder, If I do say so my self, and I do. I absolutely love my family and love doing stuff with them, but right now I want to be anywhere but with them. Presently, I am stuck in a car for a week with them all.
"Dad, the dogs are picking on the cat again! How much longer? I can't control them forever!" When we move across country, we take one car and ship the other. So basically, Four humans, three dogs and one cat in one car for a week. And we NEVER have problems. I was being sarcastic…
"Ten more minutes Savannah. I think you and your animals can manage." My dad is never rude, but all the fur brats are my pets, my problem, my responsibility. Get the picture.
"Fine, but hurry please. Chase won't shut up about Fortnight, and I'm about to cut my ears off!"
"HEY, Ninga is a Fortnight GOD!" My brother is VERY passionate about Fortnight, obviously.
"Chase, there is only one God, and Ninga is not it." God bless mothers.
"We are here!" Finally! Thank GOD! I was about to murder someone. I jump out of the car letting all three dogs out to explore their new backyard. Our cat ran off towards the forest. He is such a wild cat. I mean, he survived living on an airbase, the desert, and a lot of other crazy weather conditions, so this is a walk in the park for him. The moving truck is here, and the guys are unloading our stuff into the house. My dad wanted his retirement home to be by its self, so our house is all by its self. There is the main house but there is also a guest house/barn thing that I claimed. I was so excited about the barn. That was going to be my room. Since the house only had four bedrooms I could have stayed in there, but I need A LOT of space. For my sewing machines, gym equipment, weapons, plus ALL the animals live in my room, so you get the picture. I need my space.
"Dad, the dogs and I are going to my room!" We had the barn fixed up with ac and heating and installed an alarm, flooring, the works. I may not be a girly girl, but I'm daddy's princess, and the princess gets what she wants.
"Dogs, Come!" My three 'angels' come when they are called. What can I say, I'm the pack leader. The barn perfect, there's a loft for my bed and the entire floor for my hobbies. The movers where right behind me with my stuff.
"Hey Jerry, just put those over there."
"Alright, say, why are you staying in the barn? A really nice barn at that."
"I have a lot of hobbies."
"These are some funny hobbies."
We always make friends with our movers since we are trusting them with ALL our stuff. Hey, in a crazy world you got to trust someone. After almost five hours of unpacking, I am done! My room was painted neon green and white. My bed, dresser, jewelry cabinet and school desk are all white, so everything matches. I have stairs up to my loft where my bed, dog beds and bathroom are. Under the loft I have my school desk, clothes cabinets, armory, sewing table and some storage space. Of course, my three babies already found their beds and some how the cat found his way to the window seat. I better head back home for dinner, mmmhmmm food.
"Mom, what's for supper?" My mother already unpacked the kitchen stuff and is working on making us food.
"You are always thinking about food, Savannah!" My mother is always joking about how much I eat and how 'unlady' like it is.
"Don't pester the poor girl, she eats so she can grow big and strong, like me." My dad flexes his muscles in front of my mother. She just laughs at her ex-military husband who is showing off his biceps.
"Get your over sized biceps out of my pizza, Christopher!" I may not like guys that way, but my parents are definitely, in love. I don't believe in love at first, maybe because it has never happened but whatever. After dinner I made my way back to the barn. Its only thirty or so feet from the main house but I still don't like walking in the dark without a weapon.
+Snap+
I whip my head around in the dark looking for the source. Since I began training, my reflexes have grown stronger. Looking out into the woods I thought I saw something, no it's just my imagination. My room is unpacked and clean. I take a long hot shower, the warm water running down my back. My pj's for me consist of boy shorts a sports bra. Not exactly proper but we are beyond that. I collapsed on my bed with four of my favorite creatures in the world. Dreaming of what adventures are to come.
