A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters.
Also, this is A/U.
One.
"What's so amazing about La Push anyways?" I asked my mother, as I let out an agitated sigh.
"It's safer," my mother, Abigail, replied.
"Pft! Safer?! What does that even mean? Why can't we just visit like we used to?" I wondered out loud. "San Francisco is only a few hours away!"
"We're moving to La Push, next door to your grandparents and your aunt and uncle and that's final Alexis! Your father and I grew up there. We want to move back home," Abigail stated sternly.
She looked at me and I could tell by her expression that I would never be able to convince her otherwise. Sighing, I went upstairs to make sure I was all packed. My mother went back to cleaning out the rest of the kitchen.
I observed my near empty room. My bed was gone, walls blank, closet empty, it was depressing. Downtown San Francisco, California had been my home since I was eight years old, and now at seventeen, my senior year, we are moving back to La Push, Washington, the Quileute Tribe Reservation, and probably the smallest and rainiest town on the face of the planet.
Don't get me wrong, I love being one hundred percent Quileute, but it's been so long since I've been to La Push it just isn't the same anymore. Besides, I love the sand and sun in San Francisco. La Push and San Fran are two completely different worlds.
"Alexis Elizabeth Call get down here right now!" my mother yelled up the stairs. I groaned.
"Coming!" I replied, raising my voice slightly.
Upon arriving on the first floor, my mother scolded me about not having loaded up the boxes in the living room to the moving trailer. She instructed me to do it at that moment and then proceeded to tell me to get the rest of the boxes from my room. She said once I was finished with all of that, I could eat dinner.
After finishing up dinner, which mind you was delivered pizza, my mom made sure we had all of our belongings from the house in the trailer.
"Why are we driving at night again?" I asked.
Rolling her eyes, my mother said, "So we can have all day tomorrow to unpack."
Sighing I got into my mother's truck.
With both of us taking one last look at our house, my mom and I were on our way to Washington.