a/n : hello! I hope that you enjoy the first chapter to this story about how I think Seth's imprint could have gone. The first chapter is just to give you a glimpse of the main character, so please review if you would like more chapters! I hope you enjoy it (:
"Is this the last box?" I ask as I drop the heavy cardboard box down on the hardwood floor. I wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, and take a look around the new house.
Over the past few days my family and I have been putting the last touches on our new house in La Push, Washington, and I think that we are almost finished. It's a small house, but considering we only have three people in the family, it's the perfect size.
"Nope," My mother's voice echo's from the front of the house, and I hear her making her way down the hallway. "We still have one left."
I watch as she enters the room carrying a small box in her hands, and places it on the countertop. Her long dark hair is tied in a messy bun on top of her head, and her whole body looks tired.
I can't tell if she is emotionally or just physically tired, but I'm sure it's a mixture of both. She has a lot weighing on her shoulders. Since she is the only parent for Mason and I that means she has to earn the money and take care of us at the same time. That's why I try my best to help out whenever we move, because I can't imagine how big of a job she has.
"Is it for the kitchen?" I ask her, as I notice the small fragile label on the side.
She shakes her head, and then rips the tape on the box open. "It's for your room," She tells me, as she pulls out a small frame and smiles at the picture in it. "I thought that you might want it."
"Who is in the picture?" I ask before she hands it to me. Looking back at me from the photo is my best friend Amanda and I. We took it just before I moved. "Thanks, Mom."
Mom just smiles sadly, and makes her way for the bigger box I brought into the room. "I know that you had big hopes that Maine would end up being home, but I hope you can start to love La Push, too."
"I'm sure I will love it," I tell her, as I place the frame back on the cold countertop.
I guess it was silly of me to believe that Maine might have become permanent. After moving eight times, I figured I would be used to the whole moving thing. Maine was different. Maybe it was because we lived there for five years, or maybe it was because I attached myself to the people there. Either way, I had started to believe that it might have been a home instead of just a temporary house.
"How long do you think we will be living here?" I ask softly, as I sit down at the kitchen table.
She unwraps a few cups from the box and then places them into a cabinet. "I'm hoping for a long time."
That's what she said about Texas, Illinois, South Carolina, New York, Nevada, Oklahoma, Alabama, and Maine, too. Maybe by a long time she means from three months to five years. If I ever have kids, I swear I will live in one place while they grow up. I know that from a kids perspective moving is tough. Its tough finding new friends, and eventually you just start putting up barriers.
Why would any person want to open themselves to people if they are just going to move away from them in five months after they meet them? What is the point of putting yourself out there like that? There isn't one, and that's why while I am living here I'm not going to let my guard down. It took me five years to have a good friendship with Amanda, and I ended up having to move away. Plus, I don't think we will be here very long.
"I'm home!" My twin brother, Mason, yells loudly as the front door shuts. He walks in with a towel hanging from around his neck, and his dark hair soaking wet. "The waves at the beach are crazy! You should have come with me, Arianna!"
I don't know how he does it. Even after moving eight times in seventeen years, he still tries to fit in with the people wherever we move.
"I'm okay," I tell him, motioning to the boxes. "I helped Mom finish unpacking."
He shakes his head, sending water in every direction. "That sounds boring."
"Did you meet any nice kids?" Mom asks him with a hopeful expression on her face. She is always so worried that we won't find any friends.
Mason dries his hair some with a towel, and then sits down next to me at the table. "Yeah, there was a guy named Eric who invited me to surf with him. I'm pretty horrible at it."
"I'm sure you were fine," My mom tells him with an encouraging smile. "But you had a good time with Eric?"
He smiles at her, "Yeah I did."
"I'm glad," She tells him, and then puts up the last piece of glass from the box. "Well, I'm going to go take a quick shower before I fix dinner. Call for me if you need anything."
We watch as she walks away into her room, and then I look at Mason. "Why even bother to make friends?"
"The way I see it is either go a few months without anyone to talk to, or find a few people to keep me occupied." He tells me as if it were that simple. As if it doesn't hurt him when we have to move away.
"So does Eric go to the high school we will?" I ask him curiously, as I watch him trying to get water out of his ear.
He nods, "He's going to be a junior like us."
"That's good," I tell him, as I tap my nails on the table. "So what do you think of this town?"
He shrugs as he places his feet on another chair, "It's alright. It's really small, and on the way to the beach I walked through the whole town. That doesn't say a lot, since it was only a ten minute walk." He leans his head back and closes his eyes. "You'd probably like it, Ari."
"Maybe," I tell him, even though I doubt it. "What is there to do?"
I watch as Mason struggles to keep awake. Those waves must have tired him out. He yawns, "There is a small movie theater, a book store, a few other shops, and a diner."
"Why don't you go get some sleep, and you can tell me more about it later." I recommend to him, as I push out my chair. "I'll tell Mom that you went to bed early."
Slowly, he gets up from the table and makes his way to his room. "Thanks. Oh, by the way, I told Eric that we would meet him at the restaurant tomorrow for lunch. Be ready by one."
Before I even have time to say no he has disappeared into his room, leaving me all alone in the kitchen. After a few minutes of sitting at the table, I find myself being extremely bored. Maybe Mason is right. Maybe having someone to talk to while we are here won't be too bad. Just as long as I make sure I don't get too attached, I should be perfectly fine.