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Name- Nicola Richards
Age-17
Looks-
Black choppy hair
Brown eyes
Name- Marie Richards
To main character- mother
Age- 40
Looks-
Brown hair
Brown eyes
Name- john Richards
To main character- dad
Age- 43 – dead
Looks-
Black hair
Blue eyes
Sitting in the
window seat next to my mum on the plane I flicked through the music magazine I had brought with me to try and keep myself entertained, we were moving to LaPush to start over since dad died, we couldn't stand being in the house… well I couldn't, my mum couldn't care less, she was normally too drunk to notice where she was.
I loved my dad, I was a daddy's girl, every dads dream daughter, I was never interested in boys I put my school work before doing what I wanted to do and we would have father daughter weekends, we would talk about everything and nothing. But my mother… well she isn't too fond of me… ok she hates me for reasons I really don't know why. She treats me like a stranger and house maid, ignoring me from time to time unless she's shouting or ordering me around.
My dad started to go insane around when I was 9 which lead to him hanging himself in my bedroom, over my bed when I was asleep a year later.
I felt tears prickle my eyes as the odd one or two escaped and ran down my face as the horrific night flashed before my eyes again. Every night I can't sleep for the nightmares of his lifeless eyes burning into mine, sometimes the nightmares would change slightly only ending up worse making me shoot out of my bed sweating, scared out of my mind. I snapped out of my little horror world when the flight attendant told me that the plane had landed. I walked down the stairs looking for my mum, carrying both of our hand luggage. Finally managing to spot her flaming red hair heading towards the airports automatic doors, I knew for a fact that I would have to run after her, a little out of breath I stood next to her with both of our things I stood quietly while she hailed a cab.
Arriving at our new house, I got out of the cab and sighed when I saw that mother was not going to help, smiling politely at the cab driver I handed him some money and turned to my new house. It looked small and cosy, a plus for me that it was in front of the beach. Standing in front of the house I saw the mover truck park next to me.
"Well, get your shit out of my truck, your mother told us that you will be sorting everything out" the skinny balding man shouted from his seat. Sighing I watched him grunt stumbling out of the truck to open the back for me.
'At least theirs hardly anything here' I thought with relief as my eyes ran over the thing in the back of the movers truck.
I started to unload the truck with the driver watching me carefully; I was really starting to feel uncomfortable with the man's dull brown eyes watching my every move. Once everything was on the floor the man grunted again and drove off, once I had paid him. Struggling to carry everything in before it started to rain I didn't even bother to ask for help I knew that my mother wouldn't help me, she was too busy downing a bottle of vodka on the sofa in the living room. Struggling to lift up the TV from the floor I watched through the window as my for once sober mum pull out a bottle of whisky form her bag… I was half right, it's still alcohol.
"Do you need some help?" I heard a deep husky voice ask from behind me, I turned around to see a very tall boy standing there with two friends; I blushed looking at them.
"Yes please" I said softly giving him the heaviest box containing the TV that was in my hands as it was threatening to pull my arms off. He walked into the house, up on hearing the noise my mum turned around.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE" she screamed slurring her words, slamming the now empty bottle of whiskey down on the coffee table in front of her.
'wow she's drunk already… a new record for her' I thought bitterly, shrinking further back towards the wall knowing what was going to come next.
"I was just helping your daughter" he said back trying to defend me but it really wasn't going to help me in the slightest.
"NO LET THE LITTLE BITCH DO IT HERSELF" she slurred again, I felt my noise tingle and my throat dry and my eyes started to water. I walked over to the boy taking the heavy box out of his hands and taking it into the living room with difficulty. After nearing tripping up and dropping the telly thanks to my mum I walked back over to the man lightly rubbing my sore arms. Looking up from the floor I saw that the boy was still stood where I felt him, he looked shocked by something. I gently grabbed him by his arm, softly pushing him out of the house; he seemed to be snapped back and started walking out. I followed behind him closing the door behind me; turning to face his I gave him an apologetic half smile.
"I'm sorry about that" I said looking at the floor embarrassed about what just happened.
"It's ok and I'm Embry, this is Paul and Jared" he said introducing me to the other giants next to him.
"Hi" I said letting my shyness get the better of me. Inside I was kicking myself for acting this way.
"Well it was nice meeting you…" Embry trailed off not knowing my name.
"Nicola" I said filling him in looking at the floor embarrassed that I hadn't told him my name before.
"Nicola… hey do you want to come to a bonfire with me… us tonight?" he asked shyly.
"I'd love to" I said smiling happily at him making him blush, I watched them start walk away, shocked that I had just been asked out.
"Wait" I shouted to them, they all stopped and turned to face me confused.
"You didn't tell me what time it started and where it is" I added blushing lightly at the sudden attention.
"Oh sorry it's at 10 but I'll pick you up at 9:45 and my name is Embry" he said embarrassed that he missed that part out. I walked back into the house and started to unpack things with a small smile open my face. I couldn't wait for tonight. All I had to do now was find a way to get all the other heavy things into the house without breaking anything.