Scarlett
I grew up in Michigan. In a little nobody town. I loved it. I had known everyone there since I was a baby, and everyone knew me. I planned on staying there my whole life. So when my mom told me that we were moving to Washington, I may have flipped out a little.
"What the heck Mom! You can't just tell me we're leaving everything I've ever known! I have a life here! I have friends! You can go to Washington but I am staying right here!" I stormed out the door.
"Scarlett Mila Wilde! Get your butt back in this house!" My mom yelled back. I didn't care. I walked all the way down the street to the little café in the center of town. I slumped into the booth by the window as Betsy placed a hot chocolate in front of me.
"You look glum." The older woman said.
"My moms making me move to Washington. To go live closer to our relatives. We're leaving next week." I growled.
"Aw sweetie, we'll miss you here." She said, patting my hand. I slid five dollars across the table to her. She pushed it back.
"Not today. It's on the house. A parting gift from us." I knew she meant from our whole little town, not just from those who worked at the café. It calmed me down a little, and everyone was so supportive. My favorite teacher said to show them how smart I was. I didn't want to leave this place because everyone here was like family to me.

"Why are you going to Washington again?" My best friend Lacey asked, two nights before I had to leave.
"My dad's cousin or something lives there. My mom wants me to 'reconnect' with my relatives. She has a son about my age."
"Is he cute?" I threw a pillow at her.
"He's probably gonna hate me Lace, and frankly I hate him too. He's the reason we're leaving."
"Well if he has cute friends send them to Michigan for me." She giggled. Lacey was everything I was not, and that's why we were best friends. Lacey wore skirts and dresses practically every day. Her nails were perfectly done to match her outfit, and there was never a hair out of place. Every boy in the state was drooling over her, but she was very picky. I, on the other hand, was ok with wearing jeans and a sweatshirt every day. My sneakers were well worn, and my hair was almost always in a ponytail. Lacey had tried to tweak my look when we got to high school. She told me that I could get guys to notice me if I tried. I found a particular liking for skinny jeans, but sized so that they weren't skin tight. They were also slightly large around the waist, waiting for hips that I didn't have. Lacey provided me with belts to help. This is how I got in the car the day we left. I had tied my sneakers loosely, planning on taking them off for the drive, but that didn't end up happening. My mom insisted that I drive a part of the way to Washington.

A day and a half later, we finally got to Washington. We were staying in an apartment complex close to the reservation where my cousin lived. I was native too, but my skin was more fair than not.
"Oh look! Joy is here to help us unpack!" My mom squealed in excitement as she pulled up to the complex. I groaned, pulling my backpack from the backseat and sliding it over my shoulder. I grabbed my lacrosse stick and took a deep breath before opening the door. My mom was already chattering away to Joy, who was hugging my mom and seemed just as excited. I stretched out of the car, but my foot caught on the seat and I stumbled forward.
"Whoa." A deep voice said, a warm arm catching me.
"I'm good. Really, just a klutz." I said, standing up. The guy standing in front of me was tall. Taller than I was and that's saying something. His brown eyes were dark, but concerned. He was holding a small girl on his hip, one arm wrapped her, the other extended to right me.
"I'm Quil, and this is Claire." He said, smiling.
"Scarlett." I grumbled, blatantly going around him and following my mom into the apartment.
"Honey your room is upstairs on the left." My mom said. That was enough for me. I went into the room, wanting to flop on a bed when I noticed the emptiness. My bed was still in a truck downstairs. I laid in the middle of the floor, with my lacrosse stick on my chest until I heard a noise outside. I heard footsteps start echoing through the house. Quil poked his head into my room.
"I'd knock, but my hands are full." He said with a laugh. Claire peeked out from behind his leg.
"I know this is weird, but can you keep an eye on Claire? My friends and I are unloading the truck and I don't want her to get trampled." He said. I didn't know why he had this girl. Maybe she was his sister. I nodded, sitting up. Quil beamed, then set a box in my room and took Claire by the hand. He sat her in front of me, then picked up the box and left. Claire must have been three or four years old.
"Where Qwil?" She asked.
"He's just helping me out." I answered. Claire reached for the lacrosse ball sitting by my foot and rolled it over to me. I rolled it back. We played that game for twenty minutes before Quil came back. He scooped her up in his arms and she laughed. He kissed her cheek and smiled lovingly at her. They must be siblings.
"Hey Scarlett, the guys are having a bonfire tonight. You should come and meet them. That way you're not sitting here alone." He raised his eyebrows.
"Uh yeah sure." I said.
"Great! I'll come by before I head down to the beach!" He smiled, before leaving. What had I just gotten myself into?