A/N: This was orginally going to be a Paul Imprinting story. But I decided to make this on Seth since he doens't have an imprint yet. Sorry if you wanted a Paul Story. But Since this was only Chapter one and no werewolves has come into the story yet I figured I'd just change it now instead of making two whole different stories. A Paul Story and a Seth Story. I might do a Paul story in the future. Stay tuned.
I do not own any of the Twilight Characters.
Chapter One:
I started to rid the van from boxes and handed them over to my brother Gage. I didn't want to lug them into the house. They were heavy, I was too tired from the long plane ride here, and frankly I was in quite a bitchy mood. So whatever opportunity I found to be a stubborn brat in the next few days, I would gladly take it.
I looked over to my single parent dad who was complaining about his items being lost. I quickly turned my face which held a scowl I had been wearing since he told me about the move.
I loved my dad but I couldn't even stand to look at him right now. He had taken me from my home where I was completely happy and dropped me into this wet dreary town called La Push. The only reason we had moved here is because it's where my brother Gage I were born. Gage was tall and tan with a very strong body build. His hair was spikey and poked out in different directions. He was probably one of my best friends. Sometimes my dad would say we should have been twins with the way we can read eachothers minds.
I know when he's feeling bad and he knows when I'm feeling bad. It's been that way since my mother died when we were younger. We've always been there for eachother. And we always had to be there for our younger siblings Jacey and Jake. The actual twins. They pretty much did everything together and they shared a brain most of the time. If Jacey is hanging out with her friends, Jake's going with her. Or vise vera. And if Jacey was pranking Gage and I Jake was right along with her helping her every step of the way. That was their favorite hobby of course, annoying Gage and I. But I guess that's what most annoying 13 year olds do in their spare time.
Jacey and Jake had taken my mothers death almost as hard as my dad had. I've made sure they were okay and took care of them most the time with Gage. Gage and I did pretty much everything around the house. He cleaned when the house needed to be cleaned and I cooked and did the dishes every night. He made sure the kids were in bed by 11 and I made sure they were on time to school in the morning.
My friends back home always used to wonder where my dad came into the equation. He barely did. The only thing he was responsible for was paying bills and going to work. Also the occasional help with the kids. Don't get me wrong, he was a great father but sometimes I felt Gage and I were doing more work than he was.
As I stuffed the last box into Gage's hands I closed the old van's trunk and went to my car to empty out the few things I had brought. I got my boxes of clothes and a box with the things I would need here. My ipod, the book collection I had back home, my obessive shoe collection, some of my daily products used like make up and my handy toothbrush, and finally my stuffed animal I have had since I was three.
The rest of my stuff for my new room would be in the house already.
I picked up the last box of my stuff and closed the car trunk with a angry slam. I wanted to go back to Flordia. I loved Flordia. The hot weather, the people, the school, and also the boys. They sure knew how to breed them down there sometimes. Specially the boys at the beach. I frowned, I heard there was a beach here but according to my dad it's never warm enough to swim in this stupid town. Always freezing-my-ass-off-cold.
I was going to be stuck with hoodie's and jeans for the rest of my high school career. I hated being here already. And in two days I would start in a new school with new people. We didn't stay long enough in La Push to make friends when we were little so I didn't know anyone going into this except my brother who was a grade ahead of me.
I trudged the rest of the way into the house and bounded up the stairs to find my room. Atleast everyone got their own room this time. In Flordia I had to bunk with Jacey. And she always took it upon herself to wear my things.
Gage met me in the hallway and took some of the heavy boxes I was carrying. He smiled down at me obviously trying to lighten my mood.
"Your rooms cool. Mines right across the hall from yours." He proceeded to take me down the hallway into my pretty blue, green, orange, and pink room. Each wall was a different color. My favorite colors to be exact. Atleast my room was cool.
I scanned the room. There were three windows one bigger than the others with a window seat. I squealed inside, I loved window seats. The only object other than cardboard boxes in the room was my TV I had in my old room, and my bed in which I also had in my old room.
"I gotta go unpack a little. I'll call you when I'm hungry." Gage smiled at me.
"Yeah, whatever." I said rolling my eyes. He chuckled softly before leaving the room.
I closed the door behind him before jumping on my bed. I placed a pillow over my face and began to cry.
"I. want. to. go. home." I muffled into the pillow between sobs.
I should have been unpacking but I didn't care. I just cryed myself out. And when there wasn't any tears left in me exaustion took over and I drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Review please!