Hey guys! I decided to write a story about one of the imprints, i know so far it's short but it's only a prologue! i will try to update as soon as i can but that depends on reviews! hope you enjoy, positive and constructive feedback are both welcome :)

Prologue:

What's done is done. What's gone is gone. One of life's lessons is always moving on. It's okay to look back and think of fond memories but keep moving forward.

That's what my father said the day he announced we would be moving from California to La Push. My father is native to the tribe that lives on the reserve. He was born there and lived there for twenty years of his life. Following that, he attended the University of Florida to study psychology. He met my mom at a pub near the university called the Stout Monk and they began dating. They had been dating for two years when my dad finally proposed to my mom. They got married and then had my twin brother Max and I.

That was sixteen years ago. That was before my mother was in a car crash with a truck that ended her life. She died on impact. This destroyed my life. My grades started dropping, my brother and I stopped having common interests so we began drifting apart. My dad has done really well trying to keep us together. But this, this is the last straw.

I understand my dad wants to go back to the place he grew up. Especially since my mom isn't with us anymore. But how, after everything that happened, are my brother and I supposed to just pack up everything and leave. Every memory I have of my mother is from this house. It doesn't make any sense for us to leave here. My dad says we should go by the end of the month, which just happens to be in three weeks.

Max and I used to be best friends. We were two beings who would be there for each other through every obstacle thrown our way. We used to talk about everything. After mom died though, things changed. The night of the accident we didn't talk late into the night like normal. We were both in shock over what happened that we didn't have any energy to speak to each other. The next morning, again there was no word said between the two of us. Every time I looked at Max I saw our childhood. The one that had a loving mother, the one that had ended. Max had so many similar qualities as my mother that I couldn't stand to be near him. I know that he still feels the same way.

Maybe my dad and him need some change in their life. Maybe for them it would be easy to move on, keep living and eventually forget. If we pack up and leave all the memories of our mother and our childhood behind, everything changes. I know deep in my heart that for the two of them, moving is the only way to move on.

I, on the other hand, move on in a different way. After an event as life changing as losing my mother, I need a little time without change. Change is difficult. It comes and you can never tell whether it will come as a blessing or as a challenge. I hate that. I just want to stay in California, where all my friends are. Here, I know people. This is my home. And after losing my mother two months ago, all I need is to feel at home.

My dad always says that home is where the heart is. I disagree. Home is where you feel comfortable. It's where the people you know are. There is absolutely no way that the La Push reserve is going to be where my heart is.

I can hear Max and Dad going through mom's stuff next door. But I can't bring myself to the realization that she will never touch any of that again. She will never smile at me when I come running downstairs for dinner. She will never be proud of me again. I will never get to tell her how much I appreciated everything she did for Max and I. She will never walk into my bedroom again, never pull up in her car to pick me up from soccer practice and she will never pick out my wedding dress.

There are so many things that I never got to do with my mother. Things I will never be able to do with her. She will never be here again.

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