For the love of a wolf
Chapter 1: Settling In
New York. It was beautiful, that makes it even harder to leave. Today I have to move back to my birthplace La Push, a tiny Indian reservation. It is located just south of Forks Washington.
The reason behind my moving is because my mom, Jane, has decided to take a job offer in Australia and feels it is better for me to stay in the states. So she decided to send me with my cousin Emily.
I am an original Quileute descendent. I moved to New york when I was young. My mother needed an escape from everything that reminded her of my father. He died of terminal cancer before I was born.
My things were packed already in the back of my moms car. I was ready to leave here, seeing the bare walls of my room was driving me insane.
"Alison!" my inpatient mother yelled.
"Be there in a minute," I told her.
I took one last look in the mirror to make sure I wasn't missing something essential. My jeans and blue shirt weren't the most complimenting thing I had and I frankly didn't care at the moment.
My hair was down and straightened. I was cursed with uncurly and unstraight hair. It is brown with unnatural blonde tints at the bottom. My hair is short and layered at the shoulders and above.
I have a dark complexion, like most Quileute people. I have fairly clear skin for the most part.
My eyes are dark brown and inherited from my father. They are almost black. I use eyeliner to enhance them, and lets just say I am not very naturally pretty.
I was going through the door now shutting it on the way. I reluctantly went to the passenger side and climbed in; I had recently acquired a learner's permit and wished to use it. That didn't happen very often.
"Finally," my mother groaned.
"I was waiting on you," I remarked. I turned on the music and nothing more was said.
My mother looked like me except with lighter eyes. She never had to try to do anything really. She never remarried after my father's death. I tried to comfort her when she got upset over it but it was hard for I had never known him.
Pictures were the only way I was able to see him. They were pictures of him when my mother was pregnant with me, before he was hospitalized and never spoke again.
I was deep in thought when I noticed that we were at the airport already. I grabbed two of my bags while my mother got the other two.
I was about to board the plane when my mother spoke.
"Call me when you get there. I love you and miss you already. Bye," she said.
"I will and I do too. Bye mom," I waved and then took my seat.
The plane ride was long but I slept most of the way there. When I got off I weaved my way through the Seattle airport until I was at the front where I found Emily and her fiancée, Sam waiting.
I already had my bags struggling with them. Sam came up to me and took the three heavy ones leaving me with the light one.
"Thanks," I said.
"Hi, Alison," Emily exclaimed.
"Hi," I said to Emily.
They walked me to their car with Emily chattering happily the whole way. When we got in the car she restarted her talking. I just nodded my head and did the appropriate gestures at the right times.
"We're here," Emily chirped," don't worry about your bags, Sam can get them while I give you a tour of the house."
"Ok," I responded.
We walked up a sidewalk lined with flowers of every kind. When we got to the porch Emily held it for me. I just smiled.
"This is the kitchen obviously; I love to cook so if you ever feel hungry just ask me."
The kitchen was clean and well organized; it had a wooden table in the middle with a cracked china pitcher in the middle over flowing with wildflowers. It had your basic appliances and some other things I felt no need to touch in fear I would brake it. She then pulled me to another room.
"The living room," she said
There was a couch in the middle with two recliners on either side, one a light brown color, the other a darker shade of brown. Directly in front of the seats was a TV. Then we went through a long hallway she started pointing to doors naming there purpose.
"Sam and I's room, the bathroom, and your room," she said opening the door to the last room.
It had a bed to fit two people, a dresser, closet, and a shelf over top of the bed. On either side of the bed was a night stand one holding an alarm clock and a picture of Emily and Sam.
"I will let you get unpacked, dinner will be done in about a half an hour," she said slipping back into the hall way. I started to unpack my clothes found an orange picture frame. It held two pictures of me and my friend Carlie when we were about 4 in the Halloween picture and about one in the one of us when we were in diapers and our pajama shirt on.
I sat it on the shelf next to the one of Sam and Emily. I was done packing before to long and wondered down stairs. I could here a third voice this time. It was male and husky like Sams.
When I got into the kitchen I saw the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life.