Chapter 1

Prologue

Danniella's POV

Author's Notes (Always in Bold)

So my friend, DanniellaJessibelleBlack, has made a couple stories on Dannie's and Seth's life together, but she hadn't posted in a while. I contacted her and asked her why. She is too busy with school and work and the baby. So, she asked me to take over the stories for you guys. Of course I accepted and she gave me all rights to the characters. I am going to write Dannie as a normal non-magical high-school-er, and of course Seth will his happy-go-lucky werewolf/shapeshifter self. I hope you enjoy.

We have arrived. The tiny town of La Push comes into our view. When I say we, I mean my twin brother and myself. Our little sister is blind so she can't see period, and our mother is drunkenly pasted out in the backseat. Dad? Oh, my brother and I haven't seen him since we were about ten years old.

"Annie," I call trying to yell over her headphones, "We're here!" Our mother wakes up and becomes mesmerized by the view. She stares out the window at trees, trees, and more tree.

"Home sweet home." Jayden, my twin says from the drivers seat, while turning on the windshield wipers from the now pouring rain.

You see, my brother and I found our cute little home back in the middle of nothing and nowhere (which is about the same the same price as the house). It looked like a good place so we bought it. Now, we know why it's so cheap. We needed a place somewhat cheaper than our old home because we couldn't afford our old home. This one was relatively the same size with the bonus of an extra room.

Jayden, or Jay as I call him, and I have been raising ourselves by the time Annie was born and we raised her, too. Our mother has done nothing for us by then but waste herself and get us tickets to pay for. We only still have her because she gave birth to us and we feel like we should still help out. Well, I think that, Jay says that we should leave her on the side of the road for someone to pick up. Now, there's not a soul out there who ever would ever this old bat up. It's the whole God-forsaken truth.

We pull up to a sweet, little cottage close to the deserted beach. It was covered by vines a little overgrown, which added to it's characteristics. I smiled up at it, it was home.

Jay stopped the car causing Annie to take out her earphones and asking, "Are we here? Or this another pee break?" Jay quietly laughs at Annie's outburst.

"No, this isn't a pee break, we're here. Home sweet home." I smiled as I picked her up out of the car.

"Good, I was pretty cramped back there with all that luggage, and not to mention Mom lying almost on top of me."

"Sorry, about that kiddo." I said, "Speaking of which, Jay can you help me get her out of the car?"

"Nah, just leave her there, she can find her way into the house."

We went out to get all the boxes while our mother, Christina, slept like a baby in the backseat. "Maybe she can get her own luggage because she's not helping us with ours'." Jay referred to the huge suitcase with all of my mother's stuff in it. I couldn't really argue so I just left it there. I grabbed two suitcases, mine and Annie's, and took them inside. They were quite heavy, and the pouring rain wasn't helping much either.

Jay and I had everything in the house. I talked him into taking in our mother's so she wouldn't have to worry about it. I mean she is sleeping in a car after all.

"Dannie, I'm hungry. May I have a sandwich?" Annie looked up with those beautiful, sightless sky-blue eyes. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Jay and I made a pack years ago that even though Anna-Claire (that's her real name) is blind, she should be taught the way to live like someone without her disabilities.

"Sure honey, if you promise to help me put things away later." I smiled. Normally, she could make her own sandwich, but she has to get used to the new house. We never put anything in a different spot so Annie can memorize the place where whatever it is that she needs.

I make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich some of the few things I had put into the cupboards, and I decide to have a look around. I walk out of the nicely updated kitchen and walk into the living area. It has tan walls and a fireplace in the corner next to the door into the backyard surrounded by trees. The furniture guy has already been here and moved our couches against walls neatly, the two couches surround a small coffee table with a nice candle on an edge. Our television sits on a stand across from the couches.

I turn down a hall into the master bedroom, or Mother's room. She wouldn't have gotten this room if it weren't the farthest away from everything else. With soft green walls and brown wooden floorboards. My mother's dark green comforter and pillows fit right in. I walk into her bathroom to find her toiletries sitting politely on the side and her make-up sitting in an open drawer. A convenient shower/bathtub sit in a corner while a toilet and sink sit in another.

I walk out to bump into Jay. "What're you doing?" he asks curiously.

"Oh taking a tour of the house, what are you doing?" I ask, he holds out a suitcase.

"Bringing in Mom's junk." We pass each other, and go on with what we have to do.

Other than the laundry room, there isn't much else on the first floor, so I head upstairs. I walk into the first room to find it painted a grayish color, it's not very dreary, just plain. Jayden's clothes are neatly put away and his keyboard (it's like a smaller version of a piano) is in one corner, his bed in another, and his desk in yet another. A laptop sits on his desk along with a couple journals and things from our old school. Yeah, we still go to high-school, but we're both in honer's classes, we both know how to work and do a lot of things-thanks to our home-economics teacher, Mr. Barron. I wonder what this school will be like.

A bathroom sits to my right so I walk in. It's almost the same bathroom as Mom's downstairs but a little bit smaller.

The next room is pink, bright pink. Jayden and Annie are in here as well. Apparently, Jayden decided to be a good big brother like he is and is taking Annie on a tour of the house as well. He is describing the sights of the room and when he says pink with Annie knows is a girly color, she instantly brightens.

"Oh, can I have this room? Oh please, oh please, oh please!" Annie is jumping up and down with excitement.

"Well, I don't know you'll have to ask you're sister because I heard that she's been eyeballing this room for herself. You'll have to ask her." I roll my eyes at him. I hate pink, it's way to girly for my tastes.

"You can have it Annie," I say, causing her to jump. She must have not known that I was also in here.

"Yay!" she squeals. I laugh at her. She smiles brightly.

I walk into the last bedroom where I had already begun to unpack my stuff in. It has deep-blue walls the color of my and Jayden's eyes, also the color of the deep blue sea. I had already put my clothes away and set my laptop on my desk. My guitar is under the bed along with my dance studio things. We had signed up for things to do like basketball for Jay, dance for myself, and even Annie signed up for a braille study group. I love to dance and I now belong to La Push High's dance team. Jayden and I also work. He works at a garage shop for used cars of some sort, I don't really understand it. I work at the only coffee shop downtown, if I hadn't worked there I wouldn't have thought there was a downtown, this place is so small.

I put my toiletries away in my bathroom, yeah everyone has their own. I next place all of the little make-up I have into one of the drawers. I don't really use make-up only on occasions when something important is happening and I want to look nice and formal.

I look into the mirror at my reflection. My full name is Danniella Jessibelle Gonzales, but I go by Dannie. My father is Hispanic, hints the last name Gonzales, and my mother is Canadian, hints the blue eyes. I have ringlet-like curly blue-black hair, from my dad, that falls down to the small of my back. I won't it grow any longer or cut it any shorter, because I like it this way. I have a girlish figure, with soft curves and smaller breasts. They're about the size of a girl's who is my age. My eyes are, I have to say, quite pretty. They are a deep blue that stare back at myself. I have to give my mother some credit for them. I pretty short, only 5'6, Mom again. My friends back home say I'm fun-sized. I was raised in Los Angeles, Southern California. I was born in Georgia though, which is why I still have an accent that I can't get rid of.

My brother, Jayden Ryan Gonzales, is my twin and has always been there for me. He has dirty-blond hair, from Mom. He is pretty tall, 6'0 and is a whole head taller than me. He kind of muscular but nowhere to the point where people would wonder if he was on steroids or anything. His eyes are the same colors as mine. We are both sixteen and will be seventeen next month.

Annie is tiny with giant blue eyes. She is almost nine now and loves stuffed animals and pink (even if she can't see them).

Tomorrow she will be attending The school for the blind and deaf down in Port Angeles. Thankfully it starts at eight so we can drive her and drive back to ride the bus. Yeah, I know, we have a car but Annie's not going to ride a bus being blind and all and gas is expensive.

I fell onto my bed to see that my phone said 11:30 pm. I had gotten 3 new messages. One from Emilia, or Millie as I call her, and two from Dalton, my best friend since the first day of Kindergarten. I looked at Millie's first.

Millie: Wanted 2 c how u r doin

I text her back: Good but nervous bout 2morrow

I then checked Dalton's.

Dalton: Sista, u haven't talked 2 me all of 2 days! I wanted 2 no what was up

Dalton: Dannie, talk 2 me. I'm havin a heart attack!

I text him back: Don't worry, I'm all good. I'll call u 2morrow

Dalton and I have a lot of history together. It all started back in my Kindergarten class, I was sitting there working on the macaroni project that our teacher had given us. He came up and sat down beside me and looked at me curiously.

"The other kids in the class say that you're weird." He said, staring me up and down.

"Why?" I had whispered. I was pretty shy back then.

"They say you talk funny."

"I don't talk funny, I just have a strong Southern accent is all." I was also pretty defensive.

"I know you don't, you're just not from here is here is all." He said looking serious which made him all the more adorable looking in toddler form. He smiled at me.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking that you're pretty cute, for a girl I mean." He smiled again.

"Well, I must you are pretty handsome yourself, for a boy I mean." We both smiled this time.

"Well, do you need help that macaroni project little lady?" His fake cowboy accent was really off.

"If you never do that again, I'll be your friend." I said.

"Okay, friends?"

"Friends."

That night I fell asleep, dreaming of Dalton.

Author's Notes

How do you like? Next will be Seth's POV, and they might meet. I'm not promising anything though. Always remember that reviews are always welcome. Please review! Later!