Chapter 1- Back to La Push
I don't ask for much, just a normal life. Is that so bad? Or is it an other-worldly substance that can't be given to some people? Because I'm pretty sure I lack of that substance in my life. This has to be the most crappy day of my life. And not to be mean, but going back to La Push wasn't on the top of my bucket list. In fact, it wasn't there at all. All my life I've seemed to have been teased by the same damn guy. Paul Espinoza.
Because believe it or not, my life in Southern Texas was great. Horses, Country, Heat ,All the things I loved. Endless amounts of fields that stretched across the earth. Playing baseball every Thursday in the same old dirty and dusty field just because we could kind of thing in Texas. It was good. Life was good there. But my mom and dad had to go on and change everything. Make it a living hell for me. And let's just say I wasn't too thrilled about it at all.
"Come on, Selena. It's not going to be that bad is it?" My little brother, Tony called. He was Nine and thought he knew everything about the world already. Well obviously he hasn't met Paul and his little clan with Jared and Sam. Jared and Sam were alright, Sam was secretive and Jared seemed to be fine. Not that I talked to them much. That's it. Bring out the guns, I'm ready for death.
"It is, Tony." I yelled into my pillow. Trying to take back every tear on my pillow. This had to be the worst day of my life. And Tony knew it, so my parents should be overly-aware of the situation. My little sister, Claire who'd just turned three over the summer. Knocked on the door.
"Sele, tyme fur diner!" Claire had mis-pronounced my name over and over, yet I still didn't care. It sounded cute and I wasn't about to go change things on her. So she just cut my name short and went for Sele. I walk out the door, moving Tony and Claire out of my way. I sat in my usual spot, right across from my dad, who is now 'dead' to me. How could he just come out and say we're moving back to La Push? A.K.A hell on earth? See, I always thought my dad was the cool one out of my parents but now I'm leaning toward my OCD type mother. Who had to have every little paper clip in a neat line. Which of course would be the most un-cool person.
Well, let me look at the bright side…Wait, there is no bright side thank-you. Mackenzie is about to say that. Mackenzie is my sixteen year old sister, just one year younger than me. I always think of her as the exact opposite as me. Always trying to be the good one, with the common sense. I also did lack in that field. But hey, take what you get.
"Well, look on the bright side." Mackenzie chirped. What was that quote again? Oh yes, if you do not know how you can love and want to rip your sister's head off at the same time, then you were an only child. Well, I might've messed up a little but you know.
"There is no bright side, Mackenzie."
"There always is, now go pack and we'll be back home in the snap of your fingers!" Mom said in her usual peppy mood. It kind of annoyed me. Just one more year until I turn eighteen. And I'll be counting down the days too.