Gisella's POV
Here I am, sitting in my bedroom. My new bedroom. The only thing set up in my bed, otherwise my room is full of boxes. I just moved from Maine to Forks, Washington. My dad grew up here so we moved back to be closer to the family.
I looked out the old, chipped paint window. It's raining, like the weather said. I don't know if I would ever get use to this weather, it's so dreary.
With a sigh, I pushed myself off my bed and looked at my full length mirror. My elbow length chocolate-brown hair was put up into a messy bun, my green eyes looked tired and overall I just looked like shit. I haven't been sleeping lately, too much on my mind with the move and everything so I'm going off four hours of on-and-off sleep.
My outfit today consisted of a hoodie with some yoga pants. Classy. I stand at 5'7" and I'm very thin which I don't know how because I eat so much. As I like to say, I'm half bulimic. I do the binging, just not the purging.
"Giselle! Come down here!" My mom called from down stairs which snapped me from my thoughts. Everyone just calls me Giselle unless I'm in trouble, then I get called Gisella.
As I left my room, I could hear voices from down stairs. I went down the stairs and turned to my right and walked into the kitchen.
"Oh my Lord! You've grown so much!" My Aunt Rachel said as she pulled me into a hug. I've only seen my aunt about three times before in my life since my family and I really didn't live around Forks.
Next thing I knew, I was hugging my uncle Paul. "How've you been, Poppy?" I was given that nickname because when my parents adopted me, I would disappear from there sight in public places and 'pop' up in the most random places. Clever, I know.
Anyway, I guess that brings me to my adoption. Well, I was adopted at the age of six from an adoption center in Florida but I lived in Hawaii before that. I don't remember really the reason why I was given up for adoption and my parents switch the subject whenever I try and bring it up.
"I'm okay." I said. "Yeah, you look like death." My cousin, River, said with a smirk. "River!" My Aunt Rachel scolded her son. I smiled back at him because I know he was kidding. River is older than me by a year. He has a younger brother that is only a few months older than me and he also has two older brothers.
My Aunt Rebecca is married to my Uncle Embry and they have five boys. The youngest is also a few months older than me and the oldest is 19. They have a set of twins.
My Aunt Emily and my Uncle Sam have four boys, all is the same age range as my cousins. Their kids aren't technically my cousins but I consider them to be.
My Aunt Kim and Uncle Jared also have four boys, and also in the same age range as my kids. Once again, their kids aren't technically my cousins but I still consider them to be.
(A/N: Claire was only a year younger than Quil when he imprinted on her in my story and also, in my story, if someone over 18 gets imprinted on, they don't age unless the person that imprinted on them ages. If a person under 18 is imprinted on, they age until they are 18, and then they stop only age when their imprinter ages)
My Aunt Claire and Uncle Quil have three boys, also in the same age range as my cousins. I also consider them my cousins.
So I'm the youngest out of my cousins (related and non-related) but I haven't even met Jared's, Sam's, or Quil's sons before.
"So, you bringing the family to the party tonight?" Rachel asked Dad while hanging her arm around my shoulder.
"Yup! I can't wait until I see the whole pack. Haven't seen some of them in forever it feels like!" Dad responded.
Me on the other hand, I was nervous. I barely knew anyone and I easily get anxiety whenever I'm in a large crowd of unknown people.
I left my parents to talk to my aunt and uncle while I went outside to the beach. We live really close to the beach and to get there I only have to walk a little bit through the woods and I'm there.
As I started walking the shore line, I saw teenagers my age kicking a soccer ball around. I made eye contact with one of them and he nudged his friend, whispered something in his ear, and pointed at me. I quickly looked away and kept walking.
"Is that Jake and Ness's daughter?" I heard one of them ask the group. "Hey!" One of the boys called to me.
I looked up at him. "Is your name Giselle?" He asked. I slowly nodded my head. All of sudden, I was in a group hug with six guys.
"We're your cousins!" One of them said to me. I recognized one, Danny, who I remember seeing five years ago. He's Rebecca and Embry's son.
"Hel-hello." I stuttered. "I'm Troy, and this is my brother Zeke, we're Sam and Emily's boys. That's Benji and his brother Isaiah, they're Jared and Kim's sons and that's Danny but I think you know him." Troy introduced me to everyone.
"I have a feeling you'll fit right in!" Benji said as he gave me shoulder punch and pulled me in for a hug.
"Where's your brothers?" Zeke asked. "EJ, Preston, Oliver, and Nolan are all training." I told them.
"Training for what?" Isaiah asked. "The pac-" Danny went to say but Zeke elbowed him in the stomach. "What 'pack'?" I questioned.
"Like tribe stuff." Benji said really quick. "Okay?" I said questionably. "Yeah, it's just since they're males and most likely going to be leaders of the tribe one day, they need to learn a lot now." Isaiah finished for his brother.
"Oh that makes perfect cense!" I said, feeling stupid that I didn't make the connection.
"GISELLA?!" My mother yelled from our house which surprised me 'cause I could hear her even though there is a woods between us.
"SHE'S OVER HERE, MRS. BLACK." Troy immediately yelled back. "We'll see you tonight!" Danny called to me as I ran down the beach and back to my house.
"Giselle, you cannot run off like that." My father said as I walked back into the house.
'I can never do anything' I thought to myself and it's true. I know my parents worry that I might have an anxiety attack but suffocating me won't fix the problem. Oh well, what ever helps my parents sleep at night.
"Um, Ellie?" My mom said as I walked through the door and my dad, aunt Rachel, and Uncle Paul were still there. 'Ellie' is another nickname of mine but really only my family calls me that but that's only sometimes.
"Yeah?" I said as I sat on a stool at the counter. "Can you try and not go into the woods here? There are a lot of wild animals that seriously seem to appear out of nowhere and are very dangerous." My mom told me.
"Bloodsuckers." My uncle Paul 'coughed'. "Bloodsuckers? Are those some type of bug? Are leeches now on land?!" I asked is shock. Since when the hell did leeches adapt to land?
"No, no! Your uncle Paul just calls ticks that." My mom said, non-confidently. "Okay." I said while nodding my head and looked at my mom like she was crazy. I headed up stairs to my room after that.
My family always acted secretive around me. Even my mom's family also acted super weird around me sometimes.
They always wonder why I shut myself out from the family sometimes and I just want them to realize how much of an outcast I feel whenever they go into 'secretive mode'.
I am the only one in my family who is adopted, so my brothers are close replicas of our dad. Then there's my mom. Models probably cry themselves to sleep when they see her and she only looks like she's 20, if that.
I get to start school on the Reservation in three days and I have been to a school but it was private because I had really bad anxiety as a child so larger groups of people just stressed me out bad so they put me in a small private school that didn't have a lot of kids. My anxiety has gotten better over the years so I feel more comfortable around large crowds.
"Giselle!" EJ pounded my door causing me to snap out of thoughts and have a mini heart-attack. "Jesus, EJ!" I said as he came in.
"Whats up, baby sis?" He said as he jumped on my bed and sent me flying four feet in the air. That caused him to laugh very hard and me to give him the death stare.
"Stop being so jumpy! You're like a cat thrown into water!" EJ said. "If I was a cat thrown into water, you wouldn't have a head right now." I pointed out.
"I believe it." EJ said with a wink, kissed my cheek and left the room. I looked at my alarm clock and it read '4:47 P.M.'
With a sigh I went over to one of my many suitcases and pulled out a plain, long-sleeved, gray t-shirt and I grabbed my aqua colored scarf with yellow and pink flowers on it, dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of gray flats. I fish tailed my hair so it was laying over my right shoulder.
Since I had a little time before I had to leave, I decided to unpack a bit more. I opened the first box near me and it held books and pictures. The first picture I pulled out was me at the age of 8 sitting on the living room couch with a cast on my leg from when Oliver thought it would be funny to push me off the chair I was standing on to a get a glass cup and my foot got caught on something, twisted and broke.
I just laughed as I set it to the side and I pulled out the next photo. It was a picture of me at the age of seven and Emmett was lying on his stomach, painting my toenails and I was sitting on the ground, a pillow hugged to my chest with it partially covering my face so I could peek at Emmett every so often but every time he caught me peeking, I would start smiling and blushing. This is when I recently met them so I was very shy around them.
The next photo was when I was 10 and it was my first dance recital. I had a ballerina costume on and my hair in a ballerina bun and my face was caked with makeup, much to my dad's disapproval. Not like my mom wanted to put all that makeup on my face, it's just how my dance teacher said we had to have it. I was sitting on my mom's lap and we we're outside on some bench. This is one of my favorite photos of my mom and I.
Before I could grab the next photo out, my mom yelled for me. "Giselle! Get down here now!" I took my time getting downstairs because I knew she was probably going to say something pointless.
"Get ready to leave." She said, as she was moving around the kitchen, putting supplies away. I rolled my eyes and went back upstairs. That's all she needed to tell me. I have no idea why she didn't just yell that up to me.
I changed into some darker blue jean skinny jeans, a thick strapped flow-y tank top that had buttons up the front of it but they didn't open and the shirt was coral and I wore a long sleeve, off-white with part of the back made of lace, cardigan. It didn't have buttons so I couldn't button it up but it would look weird if I did anyways.
For shoes, I slipped on some black with gold gems gladiator sandals. I looked in the mirror and gave my outfit an approving look.
"What's up, sis?" Nolan said behind me and before I knew it, I was thrown over his shoulder. "Just because you're strong doesn't mean you can do this to me!" I argued.
"Please." He scoffed and made his way down the stairs. He set me down on my feet and then everyone in my family made there way to the car.
We all piled in, me sitting between Oliver and EJ in the second row of three seats while Nolan and Preston sat in the three seats behind us while our parents were up front.
"Okay, everyone." My dad announced from the driver seat. "You're going to meet the whole family. They're all excited to meet you so don't do anything to piss them off."
"Real encouraging, Dad." Preston said sarcastically. "Preston..." Mom warned. Preston and Dad don't always get along so it can get really upsetting sometimes.
My family doesn't fight in front of me because fighting and tension within my family can trigger my anxiety and then I start panicking so overall not a fun process.
Preston just scoffed at Mom and Dad. The rest of the car ride was awkward to say the least so after we arrived, everyone got out of the car as quick as possible.
I was the last to get out of the car and I could see through the kitchen window of the house we were at was a ton of people there. With a deep breath, I made my way to the house.
As I reached my hand to the door to let myself in, I paused for a moment and dropped my hand. I was second guessing myself again. I can't have an anxiety attack in front of these people. That would be an awful first impression! Before I could babble on in my own mind, I was pulled into the house and into a hug with an unknown female.
"Oh my God, Jake and Ness! She's gorgeous! Hi Honey, I'm your Aunt Kim! It's awesome to finally meet you!" She said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Before I knew it, I was in someone else arms for a hug.
"I'm your Uncle Jared." He introduced himself to me and let me out of his embrace. I gave him a smile and was about to introduce myself before I was pulled into another persons arms.
"Hi, Sweetheart! I'm your Aunt Emily. It's so amazing to finally meet you!" Emily said and let go of me so she could get a look at my face.
"You're probably a heartbreaker, aren't you? Oh my, you have probably the prettiest eyes I have ever seen!" Emily said as pulled me in for another hug.
After meeting about a few more of my aunts and uncles, I looked over to my mom and she gave me a thumbs up. I smiled to myself, self-praising myself for not having an anxiety attack. In fact, I felt perfectly fine.
My mom sent me outside so I could meet the rest of my cousins. I sat awkwardly on the porch and watched them.
"Hey!" A voice called to me from the left. I turned my head and saw about three boys walking over to me.
"I'm Milo and these are my brothers, Theo and Kaleb. We're Quil and Claire's sons." "Nice to meet you guys!" I greeted while standing up to shake his hand but I was pulled into a group hug. They let go of me and pointed to the boys playing soccer.
"The group of five boys down all the way on the left are Rebecca and Embry's sons, Malik, Danny and Dallas, who are twins, Rylan, and Porter. I bet you already know them but incase you needed a refresher. The four boys about to fight for the ball are your other cousins, River, Aiden and Kaiden, also twins, and Finn. You probably already know them. Your brothers are talking to Troy, Zeke, Clayton, and Jonah. They're Sam and Emily's sons. Over there," Kaleb pointed to the opposite end of the beach where I assumed the other goal was, "is Benji, Isaiah, Nathan, and Simon."
"So Jared and Kim are their parents?" I guessed. "Yes!" Milo said and high-fived me. Wow, lots of people.
"You're going to fit right in, I know it." Theo's words echoed in my head. He didn't know how bad I hoped those words were true.
So this is a small peek into Giselle's life. Hope you enjoyed, please review :)