Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, that belongs to Stephenie Myers and I love her for it! I do own this plot and my characters, though.
********Chapter 1********
Alarm Clock and Unexpected Developments
"Skyler! Get up!" That was my alarm clock on a Tuesday. Yeah, sure, get up for school, blah, blah, blah. But, no, today, Tuesday June 3, was the first day of summer break and my twin brother, Isac, was waking me up at 8:15 A.M. Who does that?! "Wake up sleepyhead!" We are leaving in half an hour!"
Shoot! Half an hour! I still needed to pack! I sprang out of bed.
"It's okay, I packed your bag already," said Loralli, our older stepsister. You know how stepsisters are extremely mean and absolutely hate you in books and stuff? Well, Loralli is totally cool. She has the sense of fashion I am really lacking too.
She just doesn't like comfortable clothes. I went straight to my drawers and grabbed some of the T-shirts and sweats she ignored. "Thanks, Loralli, I appreciate it!" I called, running to get some breakfast and brush my teeth.
Isac was already at the table eating his breakfast worthy of an elephant. It amazes me how he can eat so much and still stay twig thin. Of course, I would too if I could hold that much food in my stomach; we both have really high metabolisms.
"Hey, Izzy, how long do we have to stay in the car with Loralli?" I asked. Loralli was taking us to Dad's house, where we were staying for the summer; it was in Forks. Who wants to spend the summer break in Forks, the rainiest place on the planet?! But what really scared me was that we had to spend –
"Five hours, I think," answered Izzy. About five hours with Loralli. She's great and all, but she can run her mouth like no other.
"Come on, you guys! I want to be there before lunch gets cold!" urged Loralli. We all knew Dad would wait for us to eat, no matter how long it took.
"Skyler, we are leaving!" Isac yelled from the tiny car that was to be the enclosed space I am dreading to be in for the next five hours.
"Coming!" I responded apprehensively. I am a little bit claustrophobic. No more avoiding it; the only thing left is to get it over and done with.
By the end of the ride, I pretended to be carsick twice to just get out of the car, was actually carsick three times, and was asleep not a wink.
Finally, we arrived at a white mansion of a house which was to be our temporary home for the summer. I am so dreading these next few months.
"Skyler! Isac! Loralli! I am so glad you are all here!" exclaimed Dad as we were walking up the front drive. "You'd better hurry up. We have lunch on the table and we're not waiting… any longer." They had, of course, waited I mean, for maybe about 15 minutes.
We were almost to the door when we heard a shrill cry, "Loralli! Isac! Skyler!" and collided with our little half brother, Trevor. Trevor was about six years old and had seemingly endless energy.
"Hey, Trevor," I said trying to pry him off of me. He did finally, only to attach himself to Isac. Isac awkwardly patted the beloved nuisance and gave me a pleading look; he was not good with confrontations.
"Let's go inside; I'm starving!" Everyone followed my request. The food was on the table and I started to stack my plate high. I may not be able to hold down as much food as Izzy could, but I could still consume quite a lot more than most girls my age (especially those stupid weight watchers), and, for that matter, most guys as well.
"Where is BJ?" I asked; I had not yet seen my stepmother and was wondering about her whereabouts.
"She's visiting family on the reservation," Dad replied.
Oh! I guess I kind of forgot to tell you. BJ, my stepmom, is a full blood Quileute Indian and lived on an Indian reservation for most of her life. That would explain why we always call her BJ; her real name is too hard to pronounce.
"What's that place called again? LaPush?" asked Izzy. He had already finished his heaping plate and had only spared the time to talk by reaching for seconds.
"Yes," Dad confirmed. "And she wants you and Skyler to come down to the beach tomorrow to get more acquainted with the young people there." This last part was all said in a rush, as if he expected us to blow up at him.
Which we did.
"What?!" Izzy and I both cried in unison and disbelief.
"How could she do this to us!? You know we don't like confrontations! We just got here and BJ suddenly wants us to hang out with some teenage savages!" Loralli looked hurt at my statement so I hastily added, "No offense, Loralli." That didn't exactly dissolve the look on her face, but it helped soften it.
"Now hold on, Skyler," Dad said sternly. "BJ just wants you to get to know some people; you are going to be here all summer. And I want you to do this, for BJ." We still looked skeptical, so he said, "I demand you to do this… Please," he pleaded. He knew he really had no authority over us since he left, since the divorce.
"Come on guys, it will be fun!" Loralli added in the tense and thoughtful silence that followed. "I could introduce you to people; I know everyone," she continued, trying to sway us.
"I'll go," Izzy said, shocking everyone. Well, everyone except Trevor, who had no idea what was going on and didn't really count anyway. Izzy was always quiet, hated confrontations even more than I did, and would avoid meeting new people at all costs. He was about the shiest person you will ever meet, and he wanted to go to LaPush. I looked at him inquiringly; he just sighed.
I want to g, Skyler. Please come. Back me up?
This was not spoken aloud. Actually, no one heard Izzy's comment but me. It was a twin thing. I think. Sort of. Maybe.
"Fine. I will consent to conversing with the sav – young people as was requested of my person," I announced to my questioning audience. Trevor looked confused at my sophisticated answer, Loralli giggled, and Izzy rolled his eyes. Dad just looked relieved.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Loralli exclaimed. She started dragging me from the table.
"But I'm not -" I started. Loralli wouldn't let me finish.
"You can eat later. Come on, I want to show you something!" By then we were half way across the room. At the doorway I turned back and pleaded with those at the table with my eyes, and, in Izzy's case, my mind.
Help me!
Though all I got back was helpless gestures and a carefree, Later. from Izzy.
Traitor! I shot back at him. You owe me for this one!
I know, he replied. It's still fun to watch though.
I was still shooting him the death glare as I was dragged away. Loralli lead me what seemed like miles but must have been meters to our destination. That destination was a little room full of lavender. Flowers, purple everywhere: the walls, the bedspread, the desk and chair, all but the closet. It was a walk in closet twice the size of the room and filled with fabric of any color you can imagine.
"The water will be too cold to swim in, so you don't need one of my bikinis," Loralli rambled. I just stood in the doorway, stunned. I had never worn a bikini in my life and never intended to. "High heels won't do either; there will be sand there. It wouldn't be comfortable." She continued to herself. I could see how this summer was going to be, and I was dreading it.
"Just so you know I am not wearing a skirt. I don't care what you say," I clarified.
Loralli just shrugged and said, "Whatever. Try this on." She tossed something to me. I didn't know what it was. "It's a shirt. Just put on over your head." Loralli instructed, seeing my puzzled look. I did as she said, not caring if she saw me struggle.
"You are going to be using my clothes this summer; I can tell," my jailer said as she tossed something frilly and girly, and I don't care to mention.
She did that for an hour, tossing things in my direction and ordering me to put it on. Some of things I outright refused…I mean, for a while.
Don't worry, Skyler, I'm coming for you. Izzy sent mentally.
Knock first. I retorted.
Fine, was his reply. There was a knock on the door.
"It's me, Izzy. Skyler needs to unpack her things." Came through the thin wooden door.
"I'll be there in a minute!" I called. Make sure I do come out. I sent through the door. I heard a snicker. "Shut up!" I said aloud.
"I swear, sometimes it's as if you can read each other's minds," Loralli mused. This made Izzy laugh all the harder.
Back in my regular clothes I opened the door to find him bent over in laughter while Trevor giggled behind him. They say laughter was the best medicine, but I think they had taken an overdose.
I walked past them indignantly and said stiffly, "I have things to unpack." I went down the hall serenaded by their joyous laughter.
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