So, I'm actually half-asleep because today was my veggin' day and I spent it watching movies. I came up with this story plot in my head, by intertwining my dreams with the world of twilight. I don't know whether it's original but I loved it and I have yet to read a story like this so I hope y'all like it.

I loved going to La Push and visiting Nana and Popop Parrish during my breaks in school while I was growing up. Nana and Popops' house was so warm and inviting, it was a white two story house, with a wrap around porch that had a swing beside the front door where Nana and I would sit and talk and my favorite part was the window shutters, they were tan with the symbol of a wolf howling on them. Whenever I would visit Nana would teach me basket weaving and sewing, and Popop would take me shooting in the woods (unbeknownst to Nana of course) and hunting, or he'd let me take his old jeep off-roading through the rough terrain of the woods and hills, and when I was sixteen I remember our first driving lesson together. ( I almost crashed the Jeep into a giant tree because I was too worried about scratching the windows and paint with a prickly bush that was beside me and I wasn't looking straight ahead!)

Whenever I was with them, I always felt more united with my adoptive family than any other time. I guess it was because they didn't treat me differently than their real blood-relatives. They treated me as if I was the same, they loved me the same. I mean it was pretty easy to spot the fact that I wasn't blood-related, due to my light tanned skin, dark brown hair and green eyes, I was shorter than all the other women in my family, at a whopping 5'3 and I wasn't perfectly slender I was curvy. Even still with my obvious physical trait differences my adoptive parents loved me similarly, not once did they ever treat me badly or as if I wasn't truly their child, I mean they've raised me since I was 4 years old.

I grew up in a family that loved me unconditionally. I was the only grandchild of Nana and Popop Parrish's that would still visit often after I became an adult. Everyone else just kind of let them fade from their lives. Now, as I look around Popop's funeral I see all my cousins, aunts and uncles. All look miserable, knowing that we've lost someone huge in our family. We all knew, that Popop wouldn't last too much longer without Nana by his side, they were too much in love.

I want to find that kind of love, a love where not only are we in love but we're best friends, and each other's biggest cheerleaders, but we're also each other's' biggest critics. Lost in thought I barely noticed that my mother was calling for me until I felt her tug on my hand, gently leading me back to our car.

"Anastasia, c'mon dear let's get into the car quickly before we catch cold." She told me as she opened my door for me and shut it once I was seated inside. My mother was beautiful, she was middle aged so she had a few grey hairs, but she was still slender at about 5'8 and had the Deep tanned skin and deep brown hair and brown eyes that were staple to the Quilette's, both my father and mothers' Tribe. I knew we were going to back to Popops' house because we were staying there and mother was planning on having a dinner in Popops' honor, and later we were going to read off Nana and Popops' will.

I was completely in a daze, I had lost the only grandparents I'd ever known, my mothers' parents had all since passed on, her being the only child, the only family she had now was my father and his family and me. I realized now that I would never be able to just sit in between Nana's legs while she was in her recliner in the sitting room, braiding and combing my hair while Popop was sitting in his recliner next to Nana reading his newspaper, or telling me the tribe legends or telling us silly jokes.

I finally noticed where I had subconsciously went to, I had wandered into Nana's and Popops' bedroom. I heard giggling and laughing in their closet, as I walked in I noticed a few of my cousins rummaging through Nana's jewelry. It was Meli, and June, the two twin girls in our family. Both my cousins were beautiful, with their Quileute traits. Both had athletic bodies, and were tall and slender, with deep tan complexions and dark brown eyes and mahogany brown hair that fell to their waists in tight curls. They were twenty four years old and here they stood giggling and rummaging through our own grandmothers jewelry as if it was a common jeweler store. I was beyond livid. Had they no respect? We were at our Popops' funeral!

I looked across the room and noticed Popops' gun case was open and two of his shotguns were missing. I walked towards the window in the bedroom and saw below that Meli and Junes' twin brothers, Thom and Jason were playing with Popops' guns, luckily those dorks didn't know where Popop left the bullets and that whenever Popop put the guns in the case he took out all the bullets. So they couldn't actually shoot each other, but still! Not only did Popop never teach them how to shoot but they're nineteen years old! They should be a little more responsible. Granted I was only two years older but even I knew not to play with guns, especially if I didn't know if they were loaded!

"Hey Ana! Want to try on grams' favorite necklace?" Meli asked me from inside grandma's closet. Grandmas favorite necklace was my favorite as well, Popop had it made just for her, it was a white gold chain with a small crystal pendant at the end, but when you held it to the firelight you see the tribes protector symbol reflect on the wall of the room, the symbol was etched within it.
Meli was still rummaging through Nana's clothes.

"Yeah, c'mon Ana try some stuff on with us girls! It's not like Grams' is gunna need it where she's at! Maybe we can keep this stuff." June said as she giggled.

I whirled around to face them. "How can you say that? Our grandparents are dead and all you and your idiot brothers are doing at their funeral is play with their things like you're all little children! It's a funeral you're supposed to be celebrating their life, and their memories. But instead here you are celebrating their death so you can gain their belongings?" I yelled at them from across the room.

I noticed that all the talking downstairs stopped. That means everyone in the family and Gram's and Gramps' friends heard my outburst.
I heard heeled footsteps climbing up the stairs. My mother appeared in the doorway, and held out her hand to me.

I walked over and took it. She leaned over to me and quietly told me to go help my Aunt Jill (Mari and Junes/ Thom and Jasons') mother in the kitchen while my Uncle Chase (Aunt Jill's husband) Dad was entertaining guests. I nodded my head and descended down the stairs, I knew that right when I left the room my mother was going to give the girls' a piece of her mind, and I also knew that later tonight she was going to give the boys' a talking to as well.

I went into the kitchen and to my left saw my Aunt Jill cutting carrots, I noticed her shoulders were shaking. As I put my arms around her waist she sniffled.
"I'm not crying, Ana it's just these stupid carrots. They won't cut the way I want them to." She told me. I had to stifle a giggle. Only Aunt Jill would say something dorky like that.

I still grinned at her and nodded my head, "I knew those carrots would give you a hard time, we should call the growers and complain about how uncuttable they are and start a movement." I whispered to her. She let out a huge laugh, she had to drop the knife on the cutting board because she couldn't stop laughing.
Soon, I started laughing nonstop. Aunt Jill and my mother and I have always known that neither of us like to cry, we'd much rather laugh our sorrow away. I guess it's our own type of therapy.
After I finished helping Aunt Jill in the kitchen and everyone had eaten, My father and Uncle had everyone gather in the living room.

In the living room was the Attorney who was going to read out my Nana and Popops' Will.
I wasn't really listening, I didn't really want anything from Popop, they'd already given me so much! They'd invited me into their family, and taught me life lessons that I'd carry on to my children and their children. I couldn't ask for anything else.

"As the last Article of our Will and Testament, our estate that has been in the Parrish family for 6 generations and the necklace that I had made for my wife with the Quileute protector symbol etched within it's crystal, will be passed down to our Granddaughter Anastasia Diane Parrish to do with what she will along with fourty percent of our life insurance." At the mention of my name I looked up. I was shocked! Nana and Popop left ME their home?

After the Will was read everyone started to gather their inheritance they'd gotten from Nana and Popop. I decided that I couldn't sell the house, nor would I give it to my cousins June and Meli, they wouldn't take care of it and my Mom and dad and Aunt Jill and Uncle Chase and the boys (Thom/ Jason), and even the girls all lived in Seattle. They wouldn't want to uproot and move to the Reservation. I had just gotten my Bachelor's in Child Development, and my teaching license from WSU. I hadn't landed a teaching job in Seattle because they hadn't needed any help. But I heard from Popop that they'd been needing help in the school for Kindergarten teachers. I'd decided I was going to move to the La Push Reservation, and teach at the school as a kindergarten teacher.

I know it's starting off slow, but I think that it should kind of be more of a gradual thing, where you get to know the protagonist on a personal level, so just to let y'all know this is only the beginning of the story. So stick with me, I pinky promise it gets more exciting. :)