I was happily living in Shelbyville, TN where I have friends that accept me, maybe for not who I really am, but who they think I am. That's all that should matter, right? Of course some people might find that as deceiving people, but if it's alright if it's safer for them not to know the truth if knowing it may get them killed, right? Ugh! It doesn't matter anymore, anyways. It may get sickingly hot and humid, but it's home. But over Christmas break, my parents decided to send me to live with my grandpa in Yakima, WA. They're not my real family. I don't even know who my real parents are. My adopted parents and brother know that I'm weird, but don't know exactly what I am. Maybe they think that I'm deformed or something along those lines. Yet they treat me like I'm part of their family. They were saying that I needed to see more than the south east part of the U.S. So here I am. On a plane with all of my belongings, heading straight to Yakima. I really didn't want to go because my grandpa loves war and I absolutely hate it. I was pretty sure that he won't tell me many stories of when he was in the Navy, but no one can ever be sure.

After a few hours, the plane starts to descend. I became slightly excited because I hadn't seen my grandpa since I was only eight. Then someone came on the intercom and said that we could get off. So I grab my bags that are above my seat and walk off. As I walk into the airport, I start looking for my other bags. I quickly spot them and rush to pick them up. Then I hurried off to where my grandpa said he'd be waiting. It took a while to find him in all the chaos, but I did. Somehow I managed to wave at him with all of the luggage I have. He appeared to have found me because he smiled and started walking towards me. "Hi, Grandpa!" I exclaimed as he took one of my bags.

"Hey Anastasia, how have you been?" he asked.

"Very, very bored. I had nothing to do on the plane because I put my ipod in one of my bags," I groaned. He laughed as we walked out the door. "So how have you been doing?" I asked casually.

"Oh, I just finished moving things into the new house," he said.

"Um... new house?" I asked. I didn't think he was suppose to be moving.

"Yakima was getting too dry for me, so I, I mean we, are now living in Forks, WA on the Olympic Peninsula," he told me while we both put my luggage in the back of his truck.

"And to think that I thought that I was going to go insane from the lack of moisture," I grinned getting onto his truck.

"Well, I can tell that you already know about all of the rain and snow. Incase you haven't noticed, the temperature is much cooler here than it is in TN," he said.

"I don't like the sun or the hot temperature any ways," I explained.

"Forks is an extremely small town. Even smaller than Shelbyville," he told me.

"That just means that there'll be less people to annoy me," I said shrugging.

"Well I'm glad you're thinking on the bright side," he said grinning. I then yawned. I hadn't slept in days because I was doing research on WA, so I was completely and utterly exhausted. "It will be about three hors before we get there, so you can take a nap," Grandpa told me. I leaned my head against the window and within seconds, I was asleep.

"Wake up. We're home," a voice said. I slowly opened my eyes and unbuckled. Then I stepped into the freezing January air. That quickly woke me up. I then ran to get my bags to see that they were gone. Apparently, Grandpa already put my bags in the house. I quickly ran to the door that would have been nearly impossible for any normal person to see if the porch light hadn't been turned on. Grandpa opened the door and let me in. I saw that the furniture was already aranged and most of the boxes had been emptied. "Your room is down the hall, left, and down the stairs. Well, actually it's not just a room. But you get the whole downstairs section of the house," he explained. "It's kind of difficult for me to get up and down the stairs."

"Thank you so much, Grandpa!" I exclaimed, hugging him.

"Yeah. Your bags and furniture are already down there. Tomorrow we're calling one of my friends from work. He told me that both him and his two youngest children would be willing to help us unpack and move furniture. I really do hope that you will like them. The two that are coming are your age and are a lot like you, so I'm pretty sure you will get along," he said. "You can see the kitchen from here and my room is across from the door that goes downstairs. Now I'm tired so I'm going to sleep," he said walking off.

"Goodnight, Grandpa," I said softly for a normal person.

"Mhm," he sort of said back. I then walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottled water. The clock was ticking loudly in the silence, and it was very annoying. I became both tired and bored, so I decided to go downstairs. The walls were a blank white and disturbed me immensely. I tried my best to ignore it and found the bag with my black satin pajamas. I quickly changed into them. Then I noticed that the room I was in wasn't a bedroom because there wasn't a bed. Instead there was a fireplace, a television set, a coffee table, a couch a recliner, a bookshelf, and a mini refrigerator. There was a fire burning brightly in the fireplace which made me shudder. I then turned and saw a hallway with three doors. On the right was a huge bathroom. On the left was a laundry room. And at the end, I assumed, was my bedroom. There was a larger kind-sized bed in the far left corner, and beside it was a bedside table. There was also a dresser and a desk. I spotted a single window on the west side of the room. Right next to the dresser was a door. I walked over to it and stood in awe. It was a walk-in closet the size of my bed! I closed the door and grabbed my pillows and a blanket. I then walked into my room and collapsed on my bed, immediately falling asleep.