Thanks, dad. Thank you for buying me a one way ticket to hell. I mean, aunt Emily and Uncle Sam's tedious home. I scoffed at the idea that I, out of a billion people in this entire world had to be the one, stuck with an uncle who lives in the middle of the woods, and has no WiFi. I sunk down in my seat and scowled at the old man in back of me who was having a coughing fit. Gross, buses suck. The only person I could stand in the stupid bus was Diane the driver. But, only because she let me sit in the front and she shared her peanut butter and jelly sandwich with me. "Visiting family?" she asked, stopping at a red light and turning to look at me, I nodded, "Something like that." I sighed lifting me knees up on the seat and rested my head on top of them. Truth is, everyone's problems would be solved if I weren't around. I mean my dad could finally figure out on how to actually sustain his marriage. His third marriage. And aunt Emily could spend the whole summer baking and cooking, like she always does. What a perfect summer. I sighed and leaned my head on the bus's window. Trees, trees, trees. Damn, don't these people care that they have absolutely nothing to do for fun? I let out a dry laugh. No, of course not. There's only one person in this entire world who would actually care. But, mom isn't around anymore. A sigh of relief escaped my dry pink lips as the bus came to a stop, I looked out the window and saw nothing but those goddamn trees. Well, I'd better get used to them. I'll be seeing them for three months. I turned to Diane and gave her a side hug, which she gladly returned. See, I'm not all bitch. I raked a hand through my long brown locks as a cold rush of that good ole' La Push wind hit me. I shivered, putting my hands in the sleeves of my over sized plain gray sweater with the word 'California' written on the front in cursive that was beginning to fade. I so did not miss this. "Emma?" A soft voice asked from behind me. I turned around and saw Emily. She was gorgeous as ever, even those scars on her face couldn't hide the fact of how beautiful she is.
"Emma, nice to see you again." Sam greeted as he gave me an awkward hug. I let out a loud laugh. This is priceless. "You both know why I'm here, no need to act thrilled about it." I replied walking away waiting for them to lead the way to their car. I looked around and realized there was no car. I turned to Sam and a small smile was etched on his copper skin. "We're walking Emma." Sam chuckled as he took Emily by the hand and started walking leaving me and my luggage behind. What an asshole.
"Emma, help Emily out in the kitchen will you." I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm good." I smirked, sinking further down on the couch. "It wasn't a question." I inwardly groaned. First, he makes me walk home, then he makes me carry my own luggage on the thirty minute walk home, and now he expects me to help? In the kitchen? What is this world coming to? "We're glad to have you here Emma." Emily smiled as she handed me another boiled potato to mash. "Yeah, well I didn't really plan on spending my summer in La Push." I retorted handing the bowl of mashed potato's to her as I begun to set the table, noticing there were way more plates for just three people. "Hey, Emily who-" my sentence was cut off short, "Emma, your father wants to speak to you." Sam spoke as he handed me his phone. I looked down at the phone, gave out an airy laugh and hung up. There was silence for a moment, "Here you go." I smiled handing him back his phone. "So, who's coming over for dinner?" I asked once more breaking the awkward silence. I began putting down plates and forks on to the table. "The boys."