I remember that day clearly. My mom thought the move would be good for me. She had learned that there lived a man in the Quilete area named Sam Uley, who could very well be my half brother. She thought that maybe he could help me through the hard times I was going through because she couldn't. But it wouldn't help nothing could help me, that much I was sure of. And I didn't thin that me being there would be very good. I mean if I found out that my dad had had a kid with another woman I think I might be a little mad. But my mom didn't agree with me, so I sat there on a bus, ya that's right on a bus thinking this all through. Oh and get this I was also by myself getting shipped off like a package no one wants.
Forks, Washington read the sign at the bus depot. It was a grey, and rainy day. Perfect I thought matches my mood. I climbed off the bus and went to go get my bags; they weren't much just an old green army duffel bag and a faded blue backpack. Moving from place to place with my mom meant I hadn't acquired much. After I had found my things I looked around, there weren't very many people but what had I been expecting a welcome party, ya right. As I stood there a young guy walked up to me." Are you Montana Uley?" he asked. I stared at him for a minute taking in his body that was only covered in a pair of jeans; he had no shoes and no shirt so you could clearly see his built biceps. He was fairly tall and had a nice enough face with a short crew cut. I caught myself wondering what colour his hair was when it was longer. While I stared at him I considered my own appearance. I was tall for my age, I looked more like twenty then a fifteen-year old girl. I had some really good muscles and could run straight for hours and not break a sweat. I had long silky black hair that fell to just below my shoulders. I was wearing beat up, faded old blue jeans with tares in both knees. I also had on old black sneakers which were so worn you could feel every rock and bump. And last I had on an olive green tank top, not weird in summer right, well it was January. I'll get to that part later. After I finished contemplating how I looked, I stared back at the guy and said" ya who's asking?" I was a little obnoxious but oh well. " Jared" he answered. " And who's Jared?" " I'm a friend of Sam's he was a bit…tied up and couldn't come and get you himself, so he sent me. He answered without batting an eyelash at my rudeness. But I wasn't going to let it down just yet. "Ya because I'm sure he was just jumping at the chance to come and get me himself!" at that moment it as like something in him had finally snapped. His face-hardened and his hands clenched into fists and started shaking. "Look" he said " Sam did want to come and meet you, he understands that this is hard for you, okay. "So how about we make this easier for both of us. I wont ask about your life and you can try and be a little nicer." " How does that sound?" it didn't sounds like he wanted and answer and I wasn't going to give him one anyway. I picked up my bags and looked at him. " Come on cars, out this way" he said. We walked past the edge of the building and out to the parking lot. It looked as if we were headed towards a little red car idling on the side. When we got closer I noticed there was someone sitting in the drivers seat. We got to the car, and I tossed my bags into the open trunk. I then climbed into the backseat as Jared got into the front. The guy in the drivers seat turned around and I caught my breath. I mean he was really handsome and all, but there was something more. Something I dint understand at least not yet.