Walking into high school for the second year of your life, looking over at the lost freshmen, the first time upper class men, and the new seniors.

Then again, the awkward sophmores, the ones that held the most boring place in this food chain. Not the freshmen new babies, not the college applying juniors, and not the oldest who'd be leaving soon seniors.

Quileute high school, serving the future of La Push reservation. It contained atleast 1,200 students. We were almost the biggest reservation in the United States, sometimes walking in the over flowing halls, it felt like it. Our reservation was big, it held atleast 25,000 compared to the small town that was beside city of Forks will a population of barely 4,000 people.

I made my way into my 1st block of the day, sitting down in the first empty seat I saw. I looked over at the people in my class, all black headed of course.

"Hey, Brielle. Can I sit here?" I heard Seth Clearwater ask.

"Theres no one there, so I guess you can," I shrugged.

"So, are you doing cross country this year?" He asked, sliding down into the desk.

Our high school was all about the sports they offered, cross country, track, wrestling and soccer. We were the best high school that was tribe to offer scholarships.

"Ugh, I don't really want too," I said.

"You look different," I eyed him.

He wasn't skinny little Seth anymore, he was muscled now, and his face was more structured with a attractive jawline.

"Are you sure the teachers here are going to let you get away with that?" He laughed.

"They let you and those other guys."

"Well, yeah but we're special."

"Mental from what I can tell."

"Ha-ha, hilarious."

"I'm kidding, I don't even know them."

1st block was the average math, except from how fast the teacher went.

The bell rang and I picked my things up and headed out the door.

I made my way down the stairs, through the massive crowd.

I felt my foot miss the 5th step from the bottom and I felt myself start to trip.

"Oh my go-!" I felt my voice cut out when I felt a hot hand on my waist.

I made my way down the final 5 steps and looked over.

It was Paul Lahote. Out of all people.

"Are you blind?" He snapped.

Rudest senior on the face of the world.

"Thanks," I said, making my way down the hallway.

Marketing.

I saw someone I recognized, and sat with her.

"Hey Brielle!" Kim smiled.

"Hey Kim," I smiled back.

"So how was your summer?" I asked her.

"You know, filled with Jared," she beamed.

"Of course," I smiled at her.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast with lunch, world history and lit passing by surprisingly fast.

I decided to go to the first day of cross country practice just to try it out.

I changed into my t-shirt, shorts, and running shoes with the rest of the girls, and went out to the track.

Coach Kwoin was already writing down our names, looking over at the good runners and the just plain bad. I guess I could say I was in the middle.

"Well if it isn't little Brielle," Coach Kwoin smiled.

"I'm not sure, I think I gained some weight over the summer, maybe it will slow me down even more than before," I shrugged.

I made my way to the start lines on the track and looked over the field.

I saw Paul there, he was just standing there, looking over the runners, looking over at me.

He was so built, so defined. He use to be the school's top runner for his 2 first years of high school, then he stopped during his junior year, and now senior year. I didn't understand how he was so built.

I bent over and captured my hair into a ponytail and tied it back.

After the first 4 laps, I regretted having eaten that bag of chips at lunch. I stopped half way into the 5th lap and went over to the trashcan and I let out practically all my lunch.

Coach Kwoin came over to me and handed me a bottle of water.

"You know the rule, Swayette. Good lunch prevents a bad throw up during practice," he said.

"I know, I guess after two months, it slipped my mind," I shrugged, uncapping the bottled water.

I sat down on the grass, looking over all the people.

"Hey, Swayette," Paul said, leaning over the fence.

"Hi," I said, picking myself up from the ground.

"You okay?" He asked me.

"I guess," I said, walking over to the school.

"You smell gross," he said, wrinkling his nose.

"I can't imagine why I would smell good," I shrugged.

I changed back to my clothes and shoved everything into my gym bag and headed out.

I started walking home on the dirt roads of the reservation, walking home took around 14 minutes.

I got home, setting down my bags and walking into the kitchen.

"Hey dad," I said, getting an apple.

"Hey, how was school?" He asked, setting down his work boots on the kitchen floor.

"Good," I smiled.

I lived alone with my dad, my older sister Belianne lived in Port Angeles, about an hour away drive. My mom had died when I was 3 of cancer, so I didn't remember her well enough to miss her. My parents had decided to have kids later in life, so my dad wasn't exactly the youngest single parent. He was already in his late 50's and I was barely 16.

He worked as a equipment reviser at a small company they had on the rez that packaged the tribe's smoked meat.

I made my way to my room, getting clothes out of my closet to shower away the sweat, and vomit smell.

Later, I made dinner for my dad and me, cleaning up around the house and starting the laundry.

Later that night, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Dad, come in," I smiled.

He came in with a silver wrapped small box.

"Happy late birthday," he smiled.

"Dad, you didn't have to get me anything," I smiled, taking the box.

"Belianne and I agreed to it, here's hers."

My sister Belianne was married with her husband Alex and they had a little girl named Annalee like my mom.

I unwrapped the small box, it was an iPhone and a protecter to match the white phone.

"Dad, you didn't have too, I know money's been tight, even with Belianne," I said, looking at him.

"Well, lately a new company adopted the phone with a good plan, just $70. Your sister agreed to pay half and I did too. Besides I feel bad that you're 16 and barely getting a phone, and I just wanted to make it up to you," he smiled.

"Thank you, Dad I love it."

"Something else too," he smiled.

"What?"

"Well, lately the company needs to get things here and there, so they bought that truck from the guy across from the fire station in Forks."

"The white truck?"

"Yeah, and since it's company policy, they pay a third and it goes in my name, so it's mine. So days I get off, you're free to use it."

"Awe, Dad. That's great. I'm glad things are finally looking up."