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Hey everybody! Well this is my second story I've written (I didn't finish the first one. It was horrible lol) So anyways... Please read and enjoy! And review so I know if you like it! :)

Love and Legends

Sophie's POV

"Sophie! Sophie!" Mom hollered, stretching eeee on my name.

"I'm coming!" To get to the point, my family was moving. Not far away, just across the ocean, but not far. My mom, my dad, and I were moving to La Push. I was born in La Push and lived there till I was 10, but my mom decided it was time to move and explore what the rest of the world had to offer. That meant moving to Hawaii and living in a beach house, 20 yards from the salty shoreline. My ocean. The ocean was my home. I loved the water and everything underneath its surface. My mom decided to move back, so she could be with her brother, Billy Black. In Hawaii we lived next door from my cousins, Rebecca, Rachael, and Jacob Black. Rebecca moved here about 5 years after we did. I grew up with the Blacks' back in La Push. Jacob and I were around the same age then, so we were pretty close.

I grabbed the last packed box, slung my purse over my shoulder, and walked to the single square window in my turquoise room. I stared over the wide ocean re-experiencing all the times I had surfed just to work off any worries, fears, love, problems, friendships, everything. And I had to leave it all behind…

"Sophie. Honey, why are you crying? I thought you were happy to be moving." Mom said walking up to stand beside me.

"I am! I am Mom! It's just… I'm leaving behind Cassie and Maddox, and all my memories." I hadn't realized I was crying.

"You can always call your friends, and sometimes soon, we'll send you to visit them. Plus your memories are always stuck here. They aren't going anywhere." Mom said pointing to my head. She proceeded to wipe away the tear that escaped my eye. "Come on. Your father is waiting in the car."

"Okay. Thanks Mom. For everything. Let's go!"

I turned around and walked out of my room. In more than a few days, I would be living a different life. I was excited and nervous; I hadn't seen many of my old La Push friends since I was 7. They had all grown up. I followed my mom out the front door and walked to our vehicle. Well our rented car. Yesterday we shipped our 3 vehicles by boat to Washington. I sat my stuff in the car and memorized the salty air and the feel of the sun beating down and warming my skin. La Push, Washington wasn't known for its sunny days! I took a last mental picture of my home and the ocean rocking in the background. Sigh. Let's go.

Within an hour my family was sitting in the airplane waiting for the plane to take off. I laid back for the hour and half flight.

…"No no! Don't touch me!" 'It's me Jacob! I'm a werewolf shape shifter. "No no! "

"Sophie! Baby wake up!" Mom said while lightly shaking my arm.

I jumped up but the seatbelt caught me at the waist causing me to jerk back and earn a few stares from the other passengers. I forgot to take it off once the flight started because I fell asleep.

"What were you dreaming about? You kept murmuring 'no' and 'wolf'." Mom questioned.

"I was having a dream about this dark brown, oversized wolf talking to me. He was trying to tell me something, but I backed away and wouldn't let him. Mom, the weird thing was it sounded like Jacob."

"Oh."

Mom wouldn't look at me. She turned to the right.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?"

She turned back to me, but her eyes never met mine, like she was guarding her eyes from me on purpose. I shook it off, it's nothing. I'm sleep deprived from staying up till three last night. Cassie, Maddox, and a few school friends threw me a midnight surfing party. Normally my parents wouldn't have let me go, but we were leaving the next day, so they couldn't really say no.

"Never mind," I said shaking my head. My mom grabbed my hand and finally looked at my eyes, and I stared back into her chocolate ones.

"Hawaiian eyes," She always called me that ever since I was young. My eyes were light blue like the ocean. I smiled and looked down at my mom's hand. Her skin a few shades darker than mine, naturally. My mom was Quileute, but my dad was white. That's where I got my eyes from. My mom reached up and tucked a piece of brunette hair behind my ear.

"Nayeli" Mom said meaning I love you in her native tongue.

Just then the attendant walked out to announce we were landing in a few minutes and to put our seatbelts on. Good thing I already had it on. Here we go.