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Chapter One

I tried to keep my eyes open and focused on the road in front of me but my eyes rebelled against my wishes, blurring the view in front of me. With a sigh I pulled over, turning the old car off and I leaned my head back against the headrest. I closed my eyes, falling asleep quicker than I thought possible.

When I woke it was light and I groaned; I had slept for too long. I waited until my sight had returned before glancing over at the seat next to me. There sat my reason for existence; my little boy, Riley as I called him.

I smiled fondly at my little boy who had split resemblances of both his mother and father. Like me he had pale skin and crystal blue eyes but he had black hair like his father.

I flinched away from those unwanted thoughts and turned the car back on. Checking for any oncoming traffic I turned back onto the freeway and continued the drive to our new destination. I had no idea how long we would be in this new town for but for some strange reason, when I found the small area I just knew things would be different.

La Push; that was our new home.

Yet, despite that feeling I couldn't help but force those optimistic feelings away and replaced by my usual pessimistic views. We wouldn't be here for the long; we never are. We stay for maybe a few months but then the rumours and stares get too much for the both of us and we move on.

No matter how big of a city the rumours always get to us.

And hearing that La Push was a small town I doubted that we'd be here for longer than a few months. I knew from experience how fast word travels in a small town.

My attention was captured by a small ruffle next to me and I looked over at Riley. He was yawning, his eyes crinkled shut as his small hands came up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

He looked around at his surroundings somewhat confused for a moment and then he turned to me. His whole face lightened and he grinned at me, swinging his feet innocently.

"Mommy, are we there yet?" He asked, his innocence creeping into his voice.

I groaned dramatically, "Not this again, Riley."

He giggled and I smiled. This was our little game for whenever we moved; he would ask me constantly if we had arrived when he knew that we still had a while to go.

"I was just wondering mommy," He said matter of fact with a role of his eyes. "What's it called anyway?" He asked curiously, wrinkling his nose.

I put my attention back on the road but answered him, "It's called La Push. It's a small Indian reservation and it's close to the beach."

He grumbled something under his breath and turned his attention to his note pad. He loved drawing and for a five year old he was surprisingly good. I was just grateful that I found work that made it able for me to afford buying him these things.

During the first year after I had Riley it had been hard, so very hard to pay for things. I was stressed beyond belief because I couldn't work; I didn't have anywhere for Riley to go, nor did I have the money to hire someone to look after him. I don't know how I figured things out; I seem to have blocked that part of Riley's first year.

Things started to go easier for us but I had still been tight with what we spent our money on, calculating how much we could spend on food and occasionally clothes and the rent and schooling for Riley. But it took me a short amount of time to realize that we had more than enough money; neither of us liked clothes shopping.

This enabled us to spend most of our money on books and drawing equipment and to save money we re-sold the books if we didn't really like them. This didn't happen often so as Riley grew older we sold the books that he had grown out of.

I was more than relieved when I saw the sign reading 'Welcome to La Push'. I glanced down at the directions to the small house I had rented over the internet and it didn't take us long to get there. The street was nice enough, quiet, and the house was in better condition then what I thought it would be.

It was only a tiny house; two bedrooms, one bathroom, kitchen, laundry and a small lounge room. It was all furnished, much to my relief; I didn't have the money to buy any furnisher and I didn't know if we would need it anyway. If we were staying here permanently, then I would look for a better house, and we could have the life we wanted.

"This place is better than the last mommy." Riley said enthusiastically.

I smiled at him, "It certainly is. You ready to look inside?"

He nodded and, as tradition states, we raced inside, exploring through the rooms and we both choose our rooms. It didn't matter who got what room but Riley seemed to have figured out that it would be better for him if he choose the room with the smaller bed; he got a little lost in the Queen sized beds.

We didn't have much to bring inside; just bags with clothes and some grocery shopping that we did before we arrived. Our books had a box its own, mainly because there was so many there.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner?" Riley asked, once we were unpacked and flicking through the local newspaper.

I looked over at him, "What do you feel like?"

We still had enough money left over from my last job to last us a while. Hopefully I would have a job soon.

He thought for a moment and then smiled, "How about pizza?"

I nodded, my eyes narrowing on the number for the local pizza shop, "Pizza it is."

After ordering Riley went to have a shower and when he came back there was a medium Hawaiian pizza waiting. After he had eaten he went to bed, as ordered by me. I sat at the table, flicking through the list of jobs and sighed at the lack of employment needed around here.

I started looking for a babysitter for Riley; someone had to look after him while I worked since it was summer holidays at the moment.

An add finally caught my attention and I read closer;

Emily Uley, mother of one. I'm able to look after either a boy or girl between the ages 4 to 8. Times can be organised to suit both parties.

I found it a bit odd that a mother of one would want to look after another child but then I realized that she probably wants her child to have a friend to play with. I grabbed the phone and dialled the number.

"Hello, this is Emily." A soft voice answered.

"Hello Emily. My name is Amber, I've just moved to the area and I saw your add. I was just wondering if the offer was still open." I asked, feeling nervous.

I could hear the smile in her voice as she answered, "The offer is still open. Do you have a boy or girl?"

"A boy, he's five." I replied.

"My boy's five as well and awfully bored. Would you like to meet for coffee tomorrow? We can see how they get along and go from there." She suggested.

I agreed and we made plans to meet at the only coffee place. As I hung up I couldn't help but feel as though this place was going to be right for us.

A/N so I decided to post this as well. I hope you all like it but I don't think I'll be updating this one as regularly as my other new one. Read and review.