Memories of the Moon
1.
A very long time ago, not too far from here lived a girl. Her name was Maya. Maya lived with her mother and father in a rural town in Massachusetts. She loved to run around, and have fun, with not a care in the world. However Maya was no ordinary child, she had a secret, one that she herself had no clue ever existed. One that even her parents kept from her. You want to know? Well you're about to find out. Here is the story of Maya.
(alarm clock ringing)
"Alright, alright I'm getting up." Said a sleepy 16 year-old Maya Fuller.
Last day of school she thought. She got dressed and ran downstairs for what she thought would be another ordinary day.
"Hey Mom, Hey Dad." She smiled as she sat down to eat at the table.
"Hey sweetheart" they both replied. "Have a great last of junior year" her father said as he kissed her on the cheek."
"I will Daddy." She you in a few hours. SUMMER!" she yelled as she ran out the door and into her midnight blue Jeep Grande Cherokee in the driveway.
Maya was a beautiful 16, almost 17 year old girl with black waxy hair and dark green eyes. Her skin was a medium olive-tan color, nothing like her parents Irish skin. She however never thought anything of it, her parents were her own and no one could take that away from her. That is until she got home from school that afternoon. Her parents were waiting for her when she got home.
"Hey its summer time!" she screamed as she walked through thr kitchen door. Her parents however were not smiling, they look saddened and afraid.
"Maya, please sit." Her father said in a solemn voice.
"What's wrong Mom? Dad?" she asked sitting down next to her mom.
"Baby, your father and I don't even know where to begin. We have been keeping something from you, ever since you were a little girl."
She gulped. What could it possibly be she thought?
"We are not your biological parents." Her father said softly.
Five long silent minutes passed.
Maya saw her entire life up until then flash before her eyes, which were filling up with tears. She couldn't believe that her own parents would keep something like this from her. She finally spoke.
"How come you didn't tell me sooner? She asked.
"We wanted to, but you adjusted so well with us, we didn't want to disrupt your childhood."
"Oh so you have no problem disrupting it now though!" she said angrily. She continued.
"So where am I really from?" she asked sarcastically.
"Washington." Her mother replied.
"So how come your telling me know? After all these years?" Maya asked.
"We were contacted from the agency we adopted you from, and they told us that your birth father passed away unexpectedly a couple days ago, and that your mother requests that you attend a service for him."
"What! Are you crazy? Why would I want to go to some guy's funeral at the other end of the country that I never even met?" Maya asked with fury.
"Maya, we have discussed this, and you are going, no questions asked. It will be good to see where you come from, and the people there can answer any questions that we ourselves cannot."
"What? Are you serious? She asked with tears streaming down her face.
"Dad, please don't make me go. Mom?"
"Im sorry baby, but you will understand one day why we are doing this." Her mom replied.
"I don't want to understand, I don't want to go."
"Your going and that is final, your plane leaves in the morning." Her father said trying to comfort his crying daughter.
She pulled away, and ran upstairs to her room. Her clothes and her personal belongings had already been packed, and an outfit laid out for her in the morning. She cried for a while, and then became curious as to where exactly she was going in the morning. She walked over to her desk and read her boarding and plane information. The ticket read Seattle Washington, but that was no real indication as to where she was really going to end up. Little did she know Maya was heading to a small town on the Washington shore, called Forks.