I was sad and angry and confused and annoyed. I never thought that I could really feel so many things at the same time, but I guess everyone has a first. I just wanted to scream and shout as the plane reached the destination. It was my doom. Okay, maybe I was being a little overdramatic and the air hostess' plastic smile did not make the sun shine. It was all I could do not to snap at her and give her a piece of my mind.

Meanwhile my parents were bouncing with excitement as we neared the Seattle airport. I just glared at them. They were the reason I was sad. My parents were taking me to live in a small town in Washington, USA. La Push. What kind of name is that anyway? I was so happy at my old home. I had about a million friends and was loved by them all. But my dad had to transfer here 'to take care of business'. Some crap. I knew very well that they did not need to take me with them. They had anyway left in boarding school my whole life and now that I was settled there they took me again.

I groaned as we landed too soon. My parents totally ignored my reaction and just bubbled with excitement. It was disgusting. I mean we did not even belong here, on a different continent where we were nothing but freaks. I wanted to go back home, back to India. The car that my father's company had arranged was standing there with a driver. I got in and thought about pretending to sleep all the way to the town.

"Just wait till we reach there, Megha, you are going to love the town." Yeah right

I just ignored her and looked out the window. It was way too cold here. Maybe it was always like this. Jeez that place is my personal hell. It was way too green- not that I minded- and cloudy. The sun was a novelty here. Maybe I can sneak back home somehow and stay with some of my friends and then go back to school. I let my mind wander as we neared La Push.

I wasn't paying much attention so I jumped when my dad shouted "we have arrived."

I stared out at the alien place. I saw a few people and noticed that they all were the same complexion as me. Maybe I won't be such a big freak. But still…..

Then I saw a bunch of guys standing near the forest. They were wearing nothing but cutoff jeans. Weird. I mean it was freezing outside but it didn't seem to bother them. I shrugged and looked around until we reached the new….

com'on say it….

Home.

I sighed. There was no way that I could ever be happy here…

I was so tired when we reached that I quickly chose my room, put my stuff in, took a quick shower and fell asleep. Last thing I remembered was trying not to think so I don't end up crying.

The next morning it took me a while to remember where I was and then I just lay in bed till my mom came in and ordered me to get up. She apparently needed me to help settle the house. Dad was already off to work.

I wasn't the one who decided to come here so help yourself.

THAT is what I wanted to say. What I said was "coming mom."

She went out and I skipped to my bathroom. After brushing my teeth and taking a shower I was in an almost good mood. Almost.

I looked around my room. It was just according to my taste. When dad bought the house mom decided she should take over the renovation. My room was the biggest in the house after the master bedroom, of course. The walls were purple and white my favorite combination. My bed was huge but there was still a lot of room. There was a window right in front of the door. My desk was beside it. My laptop was tucked away in my bag right now. I headed to my walk in closet and searched for my bag. I quickly got my laptop out and logged in to facebook and updated my status.

First day in La Push. Hope I make it through the day without killing myself…..or someone else…..

Well at least that'll tell my friends that I missed them. I signed, closed my computer and went downstairs. Mary, our new domestic helper had already done the living room. Mom was dusting the frames and placing them on the mahogany mantle over the fireplace. I opened a box and started unwrapping all the glassware and utensils. By the evening all the stuff was placed at its place and all the furniture were unwrapped and dusted.

Mary went to prepare some dinner as mom was too tired. She dragged a chair near the fireplace and asked me to sit with her. Since I had nothing else to do and the TV would probably show some programs that I was least interested in, I obeyed and sat on the chair in front of her and stared the burning coal.

"I know you are angry with us." Mom started.

"Oh?" I simply said.

"You know it's for your own good." I had heard that before. She continued when I narrowed my eyes.

"You know how hard your father and I have worked to give you this life. You don't even want to think about the place we have come from."

I sighed, I knew she was right. "I know Ma it's just that I miss everything a lot. The school was all I knew and I have never been to any place so unfamiliar before. I want to go back home."

This is your home now and don't worry you will make friends very quickly. They will love you." And she started reading a magazine. I knew the conversation was over.

"I'm tired am going to sleep now."

"But eat something honey, you must be hungry."

"Nah, just send Mary upstairs to call me if I will be awake I'll eat."

"Okay. Goodnight"

"Night mom"

I dug my iPod out plugged the earphones and tried not to cry as I thought it all. I was 9 when my parents had shipped me off to a boarding school. Before that they were never around the house and I was practically raised by my nanny- Asha Di. I missed her the most. She knew everything about me. From my likes and dislikes to my way of thinking. We had to leave her back home as she had her own family and was not able to come with us. I realized that I was crying now, stupid salty water always doing what I don't want it to do.

The next day it was- surprise- raining when I woke up. It will take some getting used to. It was also way colder than what I was used to. But dad said it was like this all round the year. The sun very rarely came up. This place was created to torture me.

I did not have to start school until after the weekend so I had just one day left now. Since I had transferred late I decided to catch up on some studies that I might have missed. Mom and dad had already left for work and Mary was cleaning the house humming to herself. I had told her that I preferred if she did not bother with my room. I liked to do my work on my own. After a few hours, I grew tired and called up one of my friends in India. We talked for a long time but then she had to go and I hung up. I was bored out of my mind and fell asleep on the couch watching TV. I woke when mum and dad came home. We had dinner and they wished me luck for my first day at school tomorrow. I groaned and went to my room. I tossed and turned in my bed as I was too restless to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a day.

The alarm woke me in the morning and I was too startled to move for a while. I was habituated to the warden coming in to wake us up each morning. The alarm was also an addition to this new life style. I groaned (I seem to be doing that a lot these days). I never imagined that I would ever miss that hideous creature of another planet that we called a warden. But I did. Heck, I even missed those who-gets-to-go-to-the-bathroom-first fights. I had to stop then. If I wanted to be sane for the long years that I was going to spend in this purgatory then I would have to control these stray thoughts. I smiled. This was something I could do- controlling myself- I was an expert at that.

I slowly got out of the bed when I heard a knock on the door. My dad's head peeked in.

"Morning princess."

I smiled wide. "Good morning papa."

My father had the magical ability to make me laugh in the darkest of times. He gave me this nickname after my childhood fantasy of being Cinderella. Although it was an entirely different thing that he actually rented a small palace for the summer vacations…

"How come you are still home?" I realized that he was pretty late for work. He usually left before I woke and came after I had gone to sleep. Mom to worked with him but came home early. Being an Indian woman (that too of the yesterdays) she thought that a well to do lady must be home by 8, no matter what. It was something that I had to follow too. Though it was never a problem in India, there wasn't much that I could have done out after 7 alone in Delhi except for being raped and killed.

"Oh I just wanted to see you off today…this urgent call came and I have to go now." He smiled sheepishly at me.

"Its okay papa you can go if you have to." I sighed. It was always like that.

He walked over to me kissed the top of my head. My dad was a tall man with a handsome personality. He had warm brown eyes and a light beard.

He pulled back. "I'm sorry." He said then smiled mischievously and continued. "Now go get'em fella an' show 'em how we roll in our country" he said this in a fake American accent which made me giggle. I pushed him out of the room and he kissed my forehead before leaving. I went to my bathroom, the tiles in there were also purple as I liked. I never really liked pink. My friends said that I was crazy for not liking it but wasn't like I could help it. I took a hot shower and went to my closet. It was a walk in kind. I had never had that type before and I had to say that I did not quite love it. One of the problems with school here was that we were allowed to wear anything we liked. It was not the problem, the problem was that I was not quick at making choices and clothes also came under that category. Back home, we had uniforms so it was easy in the mornings. I deliberated for a few minutes and decided on a pair of blue jeans, a white top and clack converse. Of course I had to wear my thermals underneath all of that and a heavy jacket would leave the house with me.

My hair was another thing. They were long and wavy at the ends. I didn't mind leaving them open but I did not want to worry about them when I had to shuffle through classes and meet new people. So I braided them down my back. I looked in the mirror and decided that I looked decent enough. I like my father had brown eyes and my hair was a brown so dark that it looked black without the sun. I sighed, the sun. Guess I'll have to satisfy myself with my black hair. My skin was a light golden brown which I had worried would make me stand out in this black-and-white country (no offence meant).

I skipped down and saw that mom was already finished with her breakfast. She looked up when she heard me come down.

"Hi honey, I have to go now. All the best for today make new friends." With that she ran out before I replied. It was nothing out of the ordinary so I went over to the dinner table and sat there. Mary had placed my breakfast on the table. It was cornflakes. It was what they gave us at school in the mornings. I smiled and then started feeling home sick. Okay, so maybe it's a tiny bit harder than I thought. Therefore to distract myself I started thinking about the new school. I quickly finished my food and grabbed my bag to head put. I was eager not to be late on my first day to school. Here I was allowed to drive a car since I was sixteen and had a license. In India license was not issued before eighteen not that it was a problem, I still owned a scooter there which had seen many places with me. A car was a lot, I did not particularly like the idea of owning a car. I told dad to bring my dear scooty along too but he refused so it was either this now or some idiot from dad's office dropping me off every morning.

The drive was not long it took me nearly ten minutes in my shining new BMW. I loved driving fast. A speed below sixty kmph was enough to kill me. The school was a big building with a green yard in the front. The forest lined the school from backside. I realized with a horror that my car was the most expensive one in sight. Most others were rusty old trucks and a few SUV's. I and dad are going to have to talk. He knew that I didn't like standing out in the crowd like this but he still bought me this car. Now I was in a bad mood as pulled into the parking lot and found an empty spot, I tried not to notice all the heads that turned. This was getting worse than I had expected. I was now wishing that I had let my hair down. At least I could have hidden behind them. I sighed in relief as I got away from the car as fast as I could. Maybe a lot of people didn't see me and were too busy admiring the car. The school office was a small room with bright yellow walls. Personally I thought that they were ugly but the red haired woman behind the desk had no problem so who am I too judge. She looked up questioningly when I walked in.

"good morning ma'am, I'm Megha Roy. I was told to come here" I informed her.

Her tawny eyes lit up when she heard my name. "Good morning dear, call me Ms. Fuller."

Right, call them by their name. Don't 'sir' or 'ma'am' them.

She handed me my timetable, locker number and other papers. She wished me luck and I smiled and mumbled a 'thank you'. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the room. My first day at Quileute High School had started.

It did not take me long to find my locker. It was small but big enough to hold my things. It was still a few minutes before the bell rang so I decided to settle my things in there. I turned when I heard someone come stand near me. It was a girl with dark eyes. Her face was covered with make-up.

"Hi, I'm Amy. You must be Megha"

I suppressed a groan. Seems like I was the new town gossip. "Hello and call me Meg"

She smiled "Meg then" and started rambling about the school and how much she loved my car. She walked me to my first class and ran off to her own. The English teacher introduced me to the class and asked all of them to be nice and help me and show some 'American' hospitality. History class was a nightmare. I had no idea when statue of liberty was gifted to America and I was sure that the history teacher absolutely loathed me by the end of the class. I had chemistry right before lunch. Amy was in my class so I didn't have to worry about who I was going to sit with. She dragged me to the cafeteria with her and shot random questions at me while I bought my lunch. She took me to a table and there were already some people sitting there. They all looked up curiously when we reached the table.

"Hi guys, this is Megha Roy from India and will be stuck here in this town for the rest of the eternity." She introduced me. I smiled at all of them shyly. There was one girl besides us and three boys. All of the guys stood up and shook my hand.

"Hi I am Chris and this is Harry and Sam here." One of them started. He had white skin and green eyes. I guess he was the palest kid in this Indian school. It felt weird to think that as I was in a way the only Indian here.

Harry and Sam stood up and joined their hands and shouted an accented Namaste to me. I laughed and gave them my properly pronounced one. The other girl was named Gina and she was very shy. She spoke very little to me and chatted away with Amy most of the time. The boys had me talking the whole hour and I had just finished my food when the bell rang.

"What do you have now?" Chris asked.

"Um…" I glanced at my timetable. "Biology."

"Cool, I also have the same class. You can come with me."

"okay." I replied.

He talked to me the whole way about what were the cool places to hang out at and what was our Biology teacher Mr. Roberts like. I listened to him for the first five minutes and then tried to tune him out. He was nice but a bit hyper active if you ask me. He went over to his seat when we reached class and I was introduced for what seemed like the millionth time today. Chris was the only one who was sitting alone so I was sent of there. I tried not to grimace and smile when Chris grinned and waved at me. Biology had always been my favorite subject. I was good at it so much that I actually wanted to be a doctor. It was a perfectly common ambition in India but I had a feeling that it would be good to keep my mouth shut about that here. Chris kept talking the whole time and I decided that I'd have to strangle him to keep my sanity the rest of the year.

"Can anyone tell me what the characteristic feature of the kingdom Cnidaria is?" Mr. Roberts asked.

I raised my hand but quickly pulled it down when I realized that I was the only one who had done so. But he saw it.

"Ah yes, Miss Roy would you like to answer my question?" he was smiling widely.

I stood up and mumbled the answer.

"Yes! Very good. You were taught this in your school?" I could fell all eyes on me.

I sighed. "Yes, sir…I mean Mr. Roberts." I looked around and saw that everyone was staring at me. Great so I was the school nerd now. Suddenly I saw a pair of deep brown eyes looking at me not like the others. They seemed like the eyes of a child seeing a rainbow for the first time. I felt my whole body warming and quickly looked away. I immediately looked away and sat down.

"So you like Biology?" Chris whispered to me.

"Yeah" I whispered back

"Great." After that he didn't talk to me for the rest of the class.

I looked over a few times and saw those same eyes staring at me. Too slowly the class ended and I hurried out. Chris bade me adieu and went over to his class after telling me the directions for my next class. His enthusiasm was back so I smiled at him.

I turned and started walking in the direction he told me. Suddenly a tall guy stood in front of me and I looked up to see those same brown eyes boring into mine.

He smiled. "Hi, I'm Embry Call" he said in a deep husky voice.