Moving to LaPush sucked. I had a great life in Texas. Yes, I loved rain, but I didn't want to leave my friends. It may be strange, but I was thankful I didn't have a boyfriend I had to leave too. In fact, I was optimistic on that level. Tall, dark and handsome was exactly my type, and moving to an Indian reservation, there was bound to plenty of that. So, as we boarded the plane, I tried to comfort myself with thoughts of tall boys, with warm eyes. At a whopping 5'3" and 115lbs, I knew dating boys over 6 feet tall wasn't logical, but quite frankly, I didn't care. I snuggled into my window seat and fell asleep to dream about the beautiful Indians I was hoping to see soon.

We were moving for one simple reason. My mom had always wanted to teach on an Indian reservation. Never mind that she didn't have a drop of Native American blood in her, their culture fascinated her. And if I'm to be honest, it fascinates me too. That's why before we moved; I did a ton of research on the Quileutes. Although I was still not quite sure how to say their name properly, I was well caught up on all their myths and legends. The one about the werewolf particularly entranced me. So as I dreamed about tall boys, I also dreamed of them being wolves. Large creatures that embodied the elegance of nature.

"Ari? Arianna? Wake up sweetie, the plane's landed." I wake up to the sound of my mother's voice.

"'Kay Momma. I'm up." I blink up at her slowly, trying to will my body into moving faster. I grabbed my messenger bag and stood slowly, stretching my stiff muscles slowly. I yawned hugely and ran my fingers through my long fair hair. It would be interesting to see how people would react to my pale skin and almost white hair. I absent-mindedly followed my mom through the crowds. Even though I'll miss my friends a ton, I really am looking forward to the adventure of a new school. I like meeting new people. I contemplate what I'll wear as I get into the car we had waiting for us and get ready for the drive ahead. As a bit of a fashionophile, I care about clothes. A lot. I love bright colors, funky prints, everything from mod to classic to punk to glam to tech. While going over my massive wardrobe in my head, I watched the greenery flash by. It was so beautiful. It made me miss home though. It rarely rains, but it makes our little green that much more beautiful. Eventually, I dozed off again. Monotony usually overcomes like that.

I woke up to the sound of a garage opening. My eyes snapped open, and I felt a grin spread across my face. It was perfect. Small, cute, all in all a perfect small town home. As soon as we pulled into the garage and the car was off, I had the door open and was bouncing in excitement by the door. "Hurry! Hurry!" I said, grinning and bouncing on my toes. Inside was perfect too. Downstairs was the kitchen, a small bathroom and a living room. Upstairs there was my mom's room and her bathroom, and another that was a Jack and Jill set up. So, one bedroom, attached to a bathroom, attached to another room. Just what I'd always wanted. I wlaked into my room to find my furniture already set up. My bed was just on a boxspring, no head board or foot board. "Thank you Mommy!" I yell out the door and jumped into my already made bed.

My mom had spent the last week of me being in school in LaPush, getting the furniture in place and everything. She had gotten all my furniture arranged exactly as I liked it. My bed in the middle, with everything around it. Kind of like a nest. I don't know what I like it that way, but I do. So, after jumping onto my bed, a smelling the comforting smell of the detergent I was so used to. I changed into shorts and a tank and went downstairs to eat. As I walked by the front door, it rang. I open it to find two deliciously gorgeous specimens of the male gender.