(A/N): My newest story. My second baby. I started this not too long ago. I'm also writing this on a whim so we'll see how this goes. Please review and help me out with some helpful suggestions...
My little car sped down the highway. The darkness loomed around me. My nerves were already shot and this didn't help. The moon shone in a thin sliver and I could only glance at it without wincing.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Crisp leaves fluttered from trees. Autumn started just last week but the trees had no time to wait for winter. It's been a strange year. For all of us...
My thoughts raced back to my life in Vancouver, Canada. I winced as I remembered my older brothers and father. My mother had left me and my six brothers when I was just nine years old. As far as I'm concerned. That woman is not my mother and my mother died when I was born.
My eldest brother, Adriel, dropped out of school at sixteen to help my Dad take care of us. He's always been the level headed one. He's more of a Dad to me than my actual Dad. It's not because Dad didn't try to be there for us, he just couldn't between jobs and exhaustion.
Amicus, my second eldest brother, is a bit of a hot head. He has a quick temper and would always blow up at the little things. He dropped out a year later but doesn't work to help with bills like Adriel. He likes to do a little crack and get covered in tattoos and piercing. Whatever...
My youngest brother is only 20. Compared to myself and the rest of our brothers, he is pretty young. By far he is my favorite brother. He is still a year older than me but he's still about ten mentally. His name is Alex. Just like mine...
I sped past a bright cheery sign reading,
WELCOME TO FORKS!
HOME OF THE SPARTANS!
I groaned audibly. Even the red paint was bright. This place would be murder on me. The minutes turned to hours as I contemplated my 'new' life. The sun peeked just over the horizon casting a warm pinkish-orangeish glow. I passed through Forks harmlessly. About a half hour later I entered a small native american reservation. My aunt is supposed to live here. I've only been here twice in my life and this is the first time on my own. The last time I was here, Alex and I went cliff diving. We were only about seven and I can just vaguely remember it.
My Dad is a full blooded Quillute but my mom was a full blooded Spanish chick. I'm serious! She was from Spain and everything. I've never met her side of the family so I know nothing of my culture. Except for the times that I googled it...
His little sister has lived in their parents house her entire life. They're pretty close but since I live so far away we don't see much of each other. She's both physically and mentally short. I guess it runs in the family.
About five minutes later I pulled into the driveway. I let out a long sigh and looked up at the rather large bungalow. You know, as large as bungalow can get.
The dark wood paneling covered the outside of the house and the second floor is basically the attic. My Dad and grandpa had made that into a bedroom back in 1970. It was the room I would be staying in.
I willed myself to cut the engine and grab my suitcase and backpack. It was already raining so I dashed onto the safety of the porch. Too late. I'm already soaked. The cold water dripped down my spine. I knocked hurriedly. The roof of the porch may have saved me from being wet further but I was still cold. What I wouldn't give to the warm body of-
The door swung open. I looked straight at my aunt. Wow. She's taller...
