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Rain. That was all I have seen since I got off the plane, 2 hours ago. Don't get me wrong rain can have it's perks, but it is like an alternate universe when you grew up in Florida. Technically I was born in La Push, Washington, but my parents moved us to Miami when I was 1 so I don't even remember the place. Yet here I am stuck in a car, having had my whole life ripped away from me, returning to my "home".

Really the only thing I was happy about was that I could finally meet my Aunt Emily. Its been so long since I was happy it felt very foreign. As we passed the welcome sign to La Push I slumped as low as I could in my seat and tried to make myself disappear. I knew my mom had wanted a fresh start, but this seemed a bit much. Not that my mom had much regard for other peoples feelings. She was a sweet lady, when she wanted to be, and I loved her to the end of the Earth and back but ever since last year she has seemed to distance herself from me.

Last year, the exact date being April 7, is something we never talk about. EVER. And it's not because I don't want to. In fact that is the only thing I wanted, is for her to actually talk to me, but when I tried to bring it up she would just say, "Not now, I can't deal with anything, I'm busy," and walk away. I have always been a little shy, but once I got to know somebody I wouldn't care telling them how I felt. It's not like I wanted to shut down and be a robot, only at home where I should be the most comfortable, but my mom really gave me no choice. And it sucked.

I guess I should explain the whole "last year" business before anyone gets confused. The only reason I am being uprooted to Washington is because my dad and little sister, Clover, died in a car crash last year and our home in Florida was filled with to many memories for my mom. Plus she said it would be a fun "bonding experience". As if, she has hardly said 3 words to me the entire trip. Clover was always the favored child, not that I minded, I loved her to much to care. But when she and my father died it was like I could physically see the 10 foot pole that was pushing me and my mom apart. And I've tried, very hard I might add, to fix our relation ship, the accident, even her possibly hating me. But it just hasn't seemed to work.

So here I was now, just pulling up into the drive way of our new home, feeling a sense of dread fill me as I thought about the next year of my life.
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As I opened the trunk, I looked over the top to study the house a little. It was a cute, small place. It looked like it was 2 stories, and I knew I got my own bedroom, so that was a plus. The outside was white with dark green shudders, a small slightly beat up porch, and a few pine trees here and there. I unloaded all the bags, knowing my mom wasn't going to come out of the house anytime soon. She had only seen pictures, so she was in full business mode going through ever single part of the house. The rain had slowed to a drizzle by now so I was only half soaked when I managed to get the bags through the door.

"Mom!", I yelled as I slammed the door behind me. "I got all the bags inside and am going up to unpack."

"ok," was her simple reply. Not that I was shocked, but it still hurt. And with that I trudged up the slightly narrowed stairs to see my bedroom. I would explore more of the house tomorrow.

I opened the door and took in my surroundings. It really wasn't bad, maybe a little bright for my taste, but not what I was expecting. The walls were a bright turquoise color and the floor was a soft, white carpet. The movers had been here the day before so all of my furniture was in place, now it just needed a personal touch. I set my luggage down in the middle of the floor and turned to shut my door. I had 1 window, which was facing my door, and it had the prettiest view of the beach. There was another up. My bed was on the opposite wall, my desk right beside it. I picked up my suitcase and started unpacking, hoping that tonight I could get some sleep.