I peered out the glossy window, looking at the scenery. La Push, Washington was as green as it gets, not to mention constantly wet. The sky was somber, a desolate mood descending on the small town. Sleepy civilians made their way to their dead-end jobs as my Aunt Rose drove down the practically empty street, towards her house. I was neither happy nor angry I was moving to La Push, I was more or less accepting to the idea of moving. Mom never really gave a damn about my well-being and Dad wasn't around to care. After sixteen years, Social Services decided it was high time to move me out of my mother's house and to my only dependable relative, Aunt Rose.
Aunt Rose was slender and graceful, her toned limbs gliding over the concrete like skates on ice. But, this was to be expected, after all, she was a ballerina. That had to count for something. She had dark, tanned skin along with large, deep brown eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Her skin was like cream. She wore her dark, lush hair tied in a single blue ribbon as the curls danced when she walked.
I grabbed my suitcase, fumbling with the handle as I walked up the path to the short, squat, white house. I must've appeared like a bumbling idiot when walking near Aunt Rose. I inherited my father's pale skin, a sore thumb in an Indian Reservation. But I bore a striking resemblance to my mother, I had been told I had her eyes, along with her red lips. Although our facial features were similar, I was not the same broad shouldered woman as my mother. I was small and weak, too short for my age. My mother was tall and lean, something I had wished for on many of my birthday candles. Nevertheless, I was still the diminutive girl I had always been.
"This is your bedroom. Sorry it's so small, I hope it's livable," Aunt Rose said, her tanned skin flushed, her white teeth exposed in a million dollar smile.
"Better than the last," I assured her, placing my suitcase on the bed. The room was a simple shade of blue with an ample closet along with shelves. Aunt Rose nodded and hugged me, then leaving me to my own room. I unpacked, eager to get the menial task over with. The room was a bit stuffy, and I decided a walk would clear up the dust settling in my lungs. I glanced out the small window, looking at the expansive lush forest, thousands of tall, green trees leading to a small beach.
"Aunt Rose, I'm going to go for a walk," I said, opening the door. Aunt Rose's hand shut the door in a forceful push. She smiled an uneasy grin.
"Dinner's ready," she said, scooting me into the kitchen. Had she wanted me away from the forest? Was it dangerous?
"Oh, all right then," I nodded, sitting down at the small table.
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I got out of the shower, stepping into the steamy bathroom. I ran the comb through my short, brown hair, pulling the nightgown over my head. Aunt Rose informed me I would be attending La Push High School, the local public school two blocks away. I didn't have a car and Aunt Rose worked early in the morning, leaving me with the only option of walking. I wasn't ecstatic over the idea of school, I'd much rather spend my days reading predictable teenage romance novels with plots that could never actually happen to normal girls, such as myself.
I pulled the comforter over my head, brining my bony knees to my chest. Was there a reason as to why Aunt Rose didn't want me to go near the forest? Could there be dangerous animals? I assumed so, finding that it was the only plausible and believable explanation. I could not believe much else.
Other than she was trying to keep me from dangerous people.