Hey guys! I'm starting a new story! My other one became kind of a dud and no one was reviewing so I'm going to start this one. Maybe if my writers block clears up I can finish my other story 'a day in the life'

I gave an excerpt as the description for this story but here's the full summary =]

'When Shy goes on a trip with her family, she discovers that nothing- her, life, or even love, is what it seems to be. Her and her brother Nate both undergo big changes; physically, mentally and emotionally, that might make this vacation turn into a permanent lifestyle for them. But, will Shy be happy about this? Will she be willing to give up her dreams to understand her new-found path of life, of love? Shy and Jacob need to see eye to eye before their pride destroys them both, but the question is, do they even want to? Can they live with it- loving each other forever? These changes are difficult for everyone, but for reasons that none of them are willing to admit.'

This chapter might not have any twilight characters in it yet- im gonna tell the background of Shy's story first, but give it a try!

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything that Stephenie Meyers made up. I only own my characters and my plot! =]

Chapter 1- unpredictable

"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude."

-Maya Angelou

Shy's P.O.V.

"NO friggin way!"

"Way."

"NO! Shy…no flippin way."

I can't really blame Dee for not being able to accept it at first. But she will, well, because she has to.

"You, Shyla Srewolf, miss I-hate-her-and-everything-she-stand's-for, are going with her-"

"I know what your think-"

"-with her?" Oh Dee, how dramatic you are.

See, that's Dee for you. Overly dramatic, superficial, spoiled Dee. And I love her, well, because she's my best friend and I've known her since I was three. I'm very practical-simplistic even, and Dee is just the opposite, which is probably why we've been friends for so long-we balance each other out.

"I know what you're thinking Dee, and I agree. A week with the pushovers, planned by the queen of all scum, in the middle of nowhere for 2 weeks-"

"Three weeks-"

"Two and a half."

"Including traveling time, it's three."

Dee is always precise, always right. This is probably why she can't come to terms with this yet: she's known and come to understand my predictable behavior for a long time. When I told Dee about this trip a few months go, when it was just being planned, we'd both agreed that I'd fight my way out of it and stay with her for that time being. But I didn't fight and I'm not staying with Dee, which means everything Dee's known about this aspect of my life till this day is wrong. Which to Dee is clearly not okay. Now trust me, I honestly did not want to go with all the might I have in me, but when they explained where we'd be going, well when she explained, I couldn't help but agree. You see, that 'she' that I'm referring to is my stepmother from hell- or somewhere relatively close to there. My mother died when I was very young, and she is the one who is trying to take her position. My mother was Native American, from a place far away in Washington state. My stepmother decided any picture, belonging, or even thought of my mother had to go when she came around, so she doesn't know this. Which is probably why she voluntarily picked this place to do her next excursion.

Even though she's a bitch, her job is pretty cool. She's an anthropologist, so she gets to go all around the world and study different cultures. This is actually what I want to do but I won't dare admit it because then she'd think she's been some kind of role model or something, and I don't want her taking any kind of credit. This time around she's studying native American culture, and since it's in the same country, we get to go with her. Usually me, my younger brother Nate and my father all stay behind while she's out exploring the world. Since she's staying in the US this time, my father thought we could use this opportunity as 'a nice, fun, family vacation'.

Yeah frigging right. I'd rather get my teeth pulled.

The thing about her is that, she's actually not evil. She's probably as close to perfect as you can get. Perfect body, perfect face, perfect childhood, perfect career, perfect….I could go on for days- you get the point. All of these perfections make her disapproval of my mother acceptable to my father. "You can't expect a woman as successful as her to be weighed down Shy." he always reminds me. Now don't take it the wrong way, my father was sad to see my mother go, but he's done grieving and feels we all need to move on-but not forget, in order to lead healthy lives.

And no one can fathom why I disapprove of her so much, no one except Dee. She's the only one that agrees that her hair is too perfect, her job is too great, her manners are too polite. And for superficial Dee, who would normally appreciate perfection, to admit that means I'm not going crazy. There's something wrong with this bitch.

So I agreed to go on the trip partly because if and when she finds out where we're going is the homeland of my mother, because I'll make sure she finds out, she'll be furious- and I most certainly would not want to miss that. The other reason I agreed is that I was so young when my mother passed, I know almost nothing about her. She came into the picture before I was old enough to understand what was going on, and by the time I could, everything about my mother had already been outlawed by her. If my mother was alive…

I was distracted from that thought by the rustling leaves outside. It wasn't the usual rustle of leaves that you normally find on a cool summer night. This was a strong gust of wind, swirling the leaves around like little tiny tornados all down the street. And just as quickly as the breeze came, it went. My attention was as quickly diverted from this as it was too it by Nate knocking on my door.

"Shy-shy-bo by." Nate sang as he knocked on my door. See, I'm 2 years Nate's senior, making him 15 and me 17. We have all types of silly little names and songs we use for each other that started when we were young.

"Come in Nate the great." I called. He opened the door and froze mid-step when he saw Dee. Even though Dee is 2 years older than Nate, he has no problem crushing on her. Dee thinks its just 'sooo cute'. I think its gross to be honest, like, come on! I've seen Nate pick his boogers, ugh. But this doesn't stop Dee from playing with his little 15 year old emotions and hormones.

"Hey cutie." Dee said to Nate as she winked at him before turning back around to face me.

"Oh, hey Dee, I didn't know you were here…" Nate began to say while backtracking his path through the door.

"Oh Nate, just come in and sit down." I said as I pinched Dee's arm subtly so Nate wouldn't see it. I don't mind Dee playing around but Nate was my little brother and I guess you could say I was kind of…protective. Dee just looked at me and shrugged before turning back to Nate and giving a little wave before standing up.

"It's okay, I better be going anyway. You know Darius doesn't like to be kept waiting." Darius is Dee's cunt of a boyfriend that I totally disapprove of. He's cocky and obnoxious and controlling, and Dee loves him. Sad, yes, but true. You can't argue with a girl in love; that's like ordering Chinese food in Spanish. I know from experience, every time I've tried to steer Dee away from him in the past it just ended up in ridiculous shouting matches between us so I gave up. I don't blame Dee for disregarding my warnings, I didn't have any proof about his corruption- nothing except my own intuition. Determined to not get enthralled in Dee's relationship problems, I directed my attention to Nate after hugging Dee and watching her leave my room.

"Hey Natey, what's up?" Nate looked kind of nervous, which is completely out of his character. Nate is spontaneous and wild and funny and a goof. Always confident and macho, sometimes even pigheaded. Nate kind of shifted his weight from side to side and let out a few huffs before he finally started to speak.

"I..well I know how much you hate Nat and well..I was just wondering if maybe you could try to be sort of nice to her during this trip.." Nat is short for Natalie…her name. I had all intentions of being nice to Nat, this trip wasn't only for her benefit, it was for mine too and I wasn't going to mess it up by being a wise-ass. This being said, my confusion wasn't because I felt Nate was betraying me by taking Nat's side or anything, I was just confused as to why he wanted things to go so smoothly.

"Of course I'll be nice to Nat." I reassured Nate."…what's going on-" before I could even finish Nate was already explaining.

"I just want to have a good time and I know you hate Nat so if you're mean to her she'll make us stay behind this time and I really can't- I mean don't want to." Nate wouldn't want to stay home? He can't stay home? Nate's always had a ton of friends- way more than me. He was always going places and hanging out and finding new adventures, why wouldn't he want to all of a sudden? Something is up.

"…what's going on? Why can't you stay here?" Nate shifted his weight again and looked at the floor, then the door, then stared me directly in the eyes.

"I haven't been feeling good lately Shy-" I looked him and down skeptically, does he have a cold or something? He looks pretty healthy to me. Despite the weird major growth spurt he went through recently: he's a good 5 inches taller than me now as opposed to him barely reaching my brow a few months ago- but, he is a teenage growing boy.

"Are you sick? We could just take you to the doctor's you know, you don't have to go around trailing germs all ov-" Nate's face hardened as he cut me off.

"I'm fine Shy, I mean I'm not sick physically. I just don't feel right anymore- I don't get along with the guys, I even got in a fight with Stevicky the other day- like a real fight. I just spazzed- I don't know why. I think maybe-maybe I'm just getting tired of here you know? Maybe I need new faces." This was the most serious I've ever seen Nate- like, ever. And fighting Stevicky? They've been friends since before time, they've always gotten along. I mean besides the fact that Nate had always felt a little inferior to Stevicky because of his good looks but I guess puberty is doing nate some righteous self-esteem good.

"You had a fight with Stevicky? Why didn't you tell me? Does dad know? Nat would freak-wait…are you running-running away Nate?" I asked this last question softly, I wasn't trying to antagonize Nate, I was seriously trying to see if he was running away from Stevicky and the crew because he was scared. If they were threatening my little brother I swear I would-

I was broken away from this thought by a brustle of leaves against my window. Leaves against my second story window? Jeez the weather is acting up lately. And even bigger distraction from my thoughts was Nate's sudden outburst.

"Scared? You think I'm scared? Of Stevicky?" Nate gave a haughty laugh. "I'm not scared Shy, Stevicky has nothing on me- nothing." this isn't the humble, sweet Nate I used to know, my little brother. This is a new super hormone powered teenage Nate- and I didn't like it. But, before I could even challenge Nate's new-found cockiness he was already out my door and down the hallway to his room. I sat there astounded by his actions, staring out the window. Well not exactly out the window- at the window. There was a leaf stuck to the windowpane, trailing along as the wind pushed it. It made a few spirals, as if it were dancing, before being thrust away from the glass by a gust of wind. Jeez, am I the only person not completely out of their element today? I got up and closed my blind before heading downstairs to face my father and Miss America.

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