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"The one thing I wish I could forget, one memory I wish I could forget is goodbye." –Goodbye, Miley Cyrus.

I groaned as I pushed the covers off of myself and sat up. Beeping sounds of the alarm clock that flashed numbers in bright red; the cause of my awakening. This was new. Usually the days would be started with annoying boys I call my brothers, 'shaking' me in attempt to wake me up (which usually ends up with one of them sitting on top me or dumping water over me).

The house was quiet. Too quiet. It was like as if I was sucked into another dimension. Yes, my life was that hectic. There was never a 'too quiet' moment in this house until now. What gives? I ran my fingers through my hair and decided to investigate. With my fluffy slippers, I descended the stairs.

I was greeted by my family in the lounge with sad faces and more silence. "Okay, what's happening? What happened?" I asked, eyebrows furrowing. My mum gulped, turning to my dad. My sisters shifted in their seats while my brothers had pained expression.

"Sweetie, we got a call today." My dad finally spoke. "So? Isn't that good? Nobody ever calls this house anyways." I answered.

"From your Aunt Sue." My mother continued. "Can't you guys just get to the point?" I asked, annoyed. This game was getting annoying.

"Uncle Harry died." My sister, Devonne, whispered, sadness evident in her voice. "What?" Did I hear her correctly, or was my mind playing tricks?

"Your Uncle Harry passed away earlier today because of a," My mom trailed off.

"He passed away because of a heart attack." My dad stood up, "His funeral is today, so be ready." He placed a kiss on my forehead and left the room. Daniel growled. At who, I don't know. He too stood up and left the room.

I was not that close with Uncle Harry, sure he's nice and kind and caring. But I'm more close to Aunt Sue than I am to Uncle Harry eventhough he's my uncle. But I have to admit, I am going to miss him. Hell, I'm gonna miss him lots. Him and his great food. Daniel was probably the closest to him, so I bet he's taking this pretty hard. Sigh, what is going on?

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I settled with something plain, a black shift dress that stopped just over my knee with a little ruffled sweater and black flats, an outfit my dear mother picked out for me. I sighed, could this day get any worse?

Wait, don't jinx it!

I'm not!

Uhuh, sure.

I was pulled out of my train of thoughts when my other sister, Dalvina, shoved me. "Hey, have you met the Quileute boys?"

I gave her a 'what-the-hell?' look and she chuckled, "Well, you are missing out, sista. They are probably the hottest out there." See, I had- Wait, I should probably start with a family history lesson. My parents are Michael and Trisha Clearwater. Michael Clearwater is Uncle Harry's brother. They have 6 children, me being the last one. There are my twin brothers, Daniel and Damian, my sisters Devonne, Dalvina, Dakota and last but not least me. They had sex 6 times, ugh.

Anyways, they had a trip to La Push before excluding me, Dakota and Devonne because of we went and stayed there for a whole summer. Daniel, Damian and Dalvina went with my parents. When they came back, they had russet skin. All of them probably spent a whole day under the sun. Apparently the people there are 'hot' and 'tan' and 'hot', according to Dalvina, like I didn't know already.

"Are you listening to me?" Dalvina flicked my forehead and murmured, 'Stupid idiot.' Dakota shook her head, "Time to go, girls. And boys." All of us stood up and headed for the car.

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When we arrived, tons of people were already there. Some were crying, some had sad smiles on their faces, some were chatting. "I feel so out of place." I mumbled to Dakota. She nodded, and whispered, "I know right."

That being our last words, we stayed silent for the whole thing. All I could see by the end was blurry graphics. I wasn't that close, but family is family.

I decided to approach my aunt, to say a few things. "Um, Aunt Sue," I started, but when she looked at me with puffy eyes and a weak smile, I almost burst into tears. God, I am so emotional, I wonder why.

"I'm sorry." Was the only thing I could mutter out. Her smile stays as she pulls me into a hug, "Oh, Demi." I returned the hug before quickly pulling away when one of her children approached her with a troubled expression, "Mom."

Aunt Sue pulled him into a hug, "Oh, Seth." I nodded to no one in particular, this was awkward now. "Demi, is that you?" I turned to the source of the voice, Seth, who was still in Aunt Sue's hug, pulled away. "Demi!" He pulled me into a tight hug, "So much for keeping contact, dude."

Oh, Seth Clearwater. Always the joker, even in awkward and sad situations. I rolled my eyes playfully, "Oh, sure, blame me." He chuckled then pulled away from our hug, a big grin replacing his saddened face. "So where's your sister?" I asked, looking around.

"Who? Leah?" His eyebrows furrowing. "No, the other sister, the adopted one. Of course, Leah. Who else?" He laughed, "Somewhere." I nodded, "See you later, cousin?"

"Better count on it, cousin."

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So mum and dad decided to stay because mum wanted to help Aunt Sue out and dad does whatever mom says. But they stayed at a fancy hotel somewhere and Devonne, Dalvina and Dakota tagged along, leaving me with Daniel and Damian to stay at Aunt Sue's. The only reason I stayed, honestly, was to spend more time with Seth or maybe Leah. He had promised me to a rematch of a game we both stayed up playing, with me being the winner, last summer.

"Oh, please, I'm going to win this time, trust me." Seth boasted, smirking, "I had practice while you were gone."

I scoffed, "Yeah, right."

"Rematch tonight, Clearwater."

"You're on, Clearwater."

So that was practically the only reason I stayed. Don't blame me, it's tempting! Your cousin challenges you, you accept, what else were you supposed to do?

"Oh, Dem, you left a few t-shirts, do you want 'em?"Seth poked his head through the door. I nodded, "Sure." He smiled and then closed the door. He returned with a few old t-shirt of mine and told me to be downstairs or he'll start without me. So I quickly threw on my shirt and a pair of pyjama pants and literally ran downstairs.

"Ready, cuz?" He smirked, handing me a controller. I rolled my eyes, "As I'll ever be."

And the night turned to dawn, with my brothers constantly cheering me but sometimes changing to Seth's side because it seemed like he would win. But I knew eventually, I would win. Evil laugh.

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