Chapter One
I sat on my bed staring at my room. It didn't look like my room. All that remained was my bed and a book shelf with barely anything on it. The lack of furniture wasn't the main difference. You could actually see the floor, it wasn't covered with clothes, and books, and cds.
I was moving to a small town in Washington where my grandmother lived. She came down to Florida when my mother died until we sold the house. Right now she was signing papers and closing the deal, while I was supposedly packing the remnants of my room.
I didn't want to move. I loved Florida. It was warm, there were palm trees, and beaches, and my friends. I didn't have a lot of friends, but it would hurt a little to leave them behind. Washington was cold, with wind and snow, and I didn't know anybody there. I had never been there, Grandma had always come down here to visit.
Though I didn't want to move, I knew it would be healthier for me. This house held too many memories. Memories of my father in my early childhood. Memories of my widowed mother trying to raise me in my preteens and the beginning of my first teenager years. It hurt to think of them, my parents, dead. My eyes stung, but no tears escaped them. I refused to let myself cry. Crying showed weakness, fear, that you didn't know what to do. The truth was that I was weak, afraid, and I didn't know what to do, but I would never let anyone know that.
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We walked out of the airport and into her little car. It was a tan little car that held four people, and probably never went over sixty if that. Grandma worked everyday of the week at the local hospital, so I would have to walk to school.
The drive was about an hour, when we came to Grandma's little two bedroom one bath house. It was pretty and fit in with the whole small town thing. It didn't look like the funky colored modern houses. It was made of red bricks, and had a small red door. Surrounding the house was a garden of Sunflowers.
I stepped out of the car. "Welcome to La Push." my grandmother said a smile spreading across her wrinkled face. She hugged my shoulder while we walked quickly through the doorway to avoid the rain.
She let me go to my room and settle in. My new room, which use to be a guest room, held a bed with a tan blanket and a wooden dresser along with my suit case. This would suck. There was no television, phone, and I would have to save up to my a radio if I planned on remaining sane.
Grandma didn't believe in those things. I couldn't even call my old friends if I wanted to. I didn't watch much tv and I didn't really have a need for a phone, but living without a radio would be hard. Grandma didn't need any of these since she spent most of her time either working, cooking, cleaning, or reading.
I stacked my colleciton of fifty somewhat books into one of the drawers on the dresser. That combined with Grandma's books was a lot of reading. Plus, Grandma said there was a library in Forks I could go to. It would be a while until this place started to get bored.
We had already eat dinner at the airport, so I decided to pick out my offit for the next day. It would be my first day at a new high school in my freshmen year. To make it worse it was almost the end of the school year, today was May third. By this time of the year the cliques were already made up. I didn't have much of a chance of making new friends. Then again, this was a small town school. There were a lot less kids. Not many kids move to a small town, which means very few new kids. Oh great I would either be a freak, the new girl, or no one would notice me. Honestly I preferred the ladder. I finished preparing for the next day and went to sleep while the rain poured down.