A/N: PLEASE READ! I know this is a really short chapter, but consider it an introductory chapter.

October 23

It was time to say goodbye to the city I loved. I was leaving the bright, vibrant, musical, beautiful city of New Orleans. My guardian, also my sister, Ella had gotten a job transfer. Now we're moving to a tiny little Indian reservation called La Push. I was holding the last box from my room. It was full of little trinkets: masks, snow globes, key chains, bead necklaces, and such. Ella honked the horn of the moving van, and I reluctantly left, saying silent goodbyes to my friends, the music, the colors, the parties, Madi Gras, my life, and the love of my life Sean. Call me young and foolish, but we had already planned a trip to Vegas after graduating. We were already eighteen, and I was sure a proposal wasn't far. I already had a promise ring from him. Goodbye

October 25

La Push was worse than I'd anticipated. There was no color anywhere other than the gray and the green from the trees. Even the houses which actually were multi-colored faded into the background. The boldness of the colors had faded and the paint had begun to peel in places. The house we pulled up to was farther out than most places. It was painted gray with a black roof. The garage was a separate fairly large shed. I frowned at the two story house. It was small. I hated Washington and La Push and the sunless sky that had been pouring rain since we entered the state and most of all I hated the house in which I would now have to live.

I went to the second largest bedroom I could find. My sister had already claimed the largest one, the master bedroom, of course. There was one large, curtain less window. I began moving my boxes to my room. My frown wouldn't let up.

"Rose, tomorrow I need to return the U-Haul truck and drive my car down here. Can I trust you for a whole four days?" Ella was standing in the doorway of my room, hands on her hips and looking at me with a look that might have intimidated her coworkers but never worked on me, "The Iron Maiden."

"Yeah, Ella, I can handle it."

"I don't want any of your teachers calling me and telling me that you ain't go to school," She said giving me "the look." I wasn't a bad kid, but based on my reaction upon arrival; skipping school would've been my first guess as to what would be on my list of things to do tomorrow. Her look softened.

"You know, you might actually like it here. You're half Native American," she tried to lighten my mood. I was half Native American and half Creole. I couldn't believe my dad came from such a bland place as this. I was half and half true, but I'd always been more connected to the more lively half. No way had I come from this seemingly lifeless, bland, gray, flavorless city. I missed the spice, zing and feeling of New Orleans. I was mentally cursing my sister's boss. I wasn't into voodoo or hoodoo like some of my relatives and ancestors, but for Ella's boss I'd make an exception.

I started unpacking, starting with my multi-colored crystal curtains. When light shone through them, several colors would shine on the other side and paint the room different colors. It added personality to my otherwise plain room.

Sneak Peek: Rose meets someone she finds she can't resist, and that reason to stay, in her opinion, has got to go. Next chapter: Rose meets Jacob in her first day at La Push's high school.