Baby Steps

Hello.

This is my first story so sorry if it dissapoints.
I will post new chapters when I can.

Chapter One – The End

Today is the end of my life as I know it, I'm leaving. Leaving my friends, leaving my school. Leaving my life behind. We're moving away from my favourite place in the world, Coushatta Reservation, Louisiana. Where its hot, sunny and bright. I'm leaving my favourite people behind, my best friends, Jasmine and Pippa behind, I'm leaving my boyfriend, Ed behind. I can't believe I'm really going. Oh. They've just arrived to see us off, Pippa and Jasmine I mean. Dad's packed the car, Mom is in tears, hugging her friends. Lola, my younger sister is looking bored, I don't know if she cares that its unlikely that she'll see these people again. But she's 13, and a stroppy teenager, she makes me look like the perfect daughter. It's my brother, Corey who is taking this worst, he's leaving his best friends, they're as close as brothers, they have called them selves brothers sometimes.

'Alora!' my mom said, snapping me out of my daydream. I looked up into her kinda brown eyes, crinkling round the edges with ageing. I love my mom, she's really tall, just like the rest of my family, with reddish brown skin and long curly black hair. She has a small mouth, and nice nose. I wish I looked more like her. Me? I'm short, I have hazel eyes, shoulder length wavy black hair. I have full lips and a nose that becomes wider at the bottom. It doesn't sound so bad when I say it like that, but now the little annoying bits, I'm not just a little short, I'm 16 and my 13 year old sister is almost the same height as me. I'm only 4 foot 11 inches. Lola is nearly 5'4"! Don't even get me started on my brother he's well over 6 foot. Oh yeah, back to me. My hair is wavy but no neat waves, more crazy, random waves with odd straight or curly bits. My bottom lip is full, that should look nice, but my top lip is also full. I seem to have a constant pout. I must look like an idiot! My body is okay I suppose, I mean I'm not overweight, but I'm not an athlete, I'm just slim. Some one said I have a svelte, hour glass figure. I think they were just saying that I have a big butt and boobs. Okay, well I'm sat on our steps now, just talking with Pippa and Jaz, were really close. We talk about everything, from our first kisses to failing classes. But we're so different. Pippa is sporty and active. She so skinny, and is the fastest girl I know. Jasmine is clever she is a linguist aswell, she can speak so many languages. I'm pretty sure she could go anywhere in the world and speak to someone in their native tongue. And then there is me. I love art, I paint or draw all the time, I even sculpt. I used my hobbie to make my leaving gift for them. It's a sketch of the three of us. One for Pippa, one for Jasmine and one for me. I used chalk, paint, pencil, pastles, ink and even scraps of material. It's just a big combination of things, it represents us as a whole. I'm really gonna miss them.

Oh no. I'm crying. I didn't want to cry when I left, that's why Edward and I said our goodbyes yesterday evening. I cried then. A lot. Pippa and Jasmine are in floods as well. We hugged and cried and hugged again. Then we left. We're in the car now. Corey hasn't spoken since we left, Lola is prattling on about our new house. It's supposed to be really big but I'm not sure. Where am I going? Well, I have to say goodbye to my lovely Louisiana sunshine and hot summers and say hello to dreary, wet and quite frankly horrible Washington weather. I'm glad that were going to live with my cousins though, on another reservation as well. I think its called the Quileute reservation or something like that, I forget. But the town is called La Push. Corey should fit in there, if my cousin, Collin is really like him and if there is really a group of them there. Speaking of Corey, it looks like he is getting annoyed with Lola.

'Oh for gods sake Lola. Shut up!' Corey is turning to her with a death stare.

'Wow, calm down.' she is swearing at him now, rolling her eyes. She doesn't understand that well, or at least she cant sympathise.

'Don't worry Corey,' my dad, smiles at him in the mirror, 'the pack understand. It could have been worse.'

Corey is half smiling now, he has a nice smile.

'Yeah I suppose. At least I didn't imprint.' It was a rare event, imprinting. Very rare, but Aaron, his best friend had recently imprinted - on Pippa actually - and I guess Corey was pleased he hadn't.

Oh. I forgot to mention. My brother, Corey. He is a werewolf.