Hello! Since we are good friends and enjoy writing and reading fanfictions, we decided to write one together. So here it is! Happy reading!

-Maddie & Julie

P.S. If you want to read any of our other stories, Maddie's penname is converse37 and Julie's is Liza Cullen-Black.

Prologue: A Day In The Life

My alarm shrilly beeping woke me on Monday morning. I rolled out of bed and toward the closet, grabbing my favorite jeans and t-shirt combo. I savored the quiet of early morning while I glanced in the mirror at my curly black hair before pulling it back into its usual ponytail. I headed to the kitchen where my mom was pouring bowls of cereal. Dad was already at work, at his architecture firm in Port Angeles.

"Good morning, Faye," she greeted me, handing me a bowl.

"Good morning," I replied, sitting at the kitchen table, knowing that I would be interrupted in about sixty seconds. And sure enough, the sounds of my siblings waking up carried down the stairs. Harry raced down the stairs while my mom woke Poppy.

"Faye, guess what?" he asked in his adorable little boy voice.

"I don't know, Har. You're going to have to tell me."

"Today's my show-and-tell day!" He was almost bursting at the seams with excitement.

"That's awesome! Do you know what you're bringing?" I asked, putting his cereal in front of him. Sometimes I was just a little bit jealous of him; first grade was so much easier than high school. His answer was hard to understand through his mouthful of cereal, but I understood when he pulled out the picture frame. We went to Disney Land the previous summer, and due to his obsession with Buzz Lightyear, we ended up getting a picture with him.

"Good choice." Next mouthful, and Poppy was toddling into the kitchen, rosy-cheeked and smiling. "Hello, cutie." My bowl was empty and my cup drained by the time she had started eating. The chaos of getting Harry to elementary school and Poppy to preschool was always something I tried to avoid.

I slung my backpack on my shoulder and slid on my converse before saying goodbye. It was always best to get out before the tantrums started because they always missed me when I left. Lucy and Jacqueline were already waiting to walk to school like we did everyday.

"Happy Monday, Faye!" Lucy said.

"Sure, Lucy," I replied, rolling my eyes. How Lucy managed to be so full of energy before school without coffee was beyond me.

"Let's go. Lucy doesn't want to miss seeing Alex," Jacqueline added. We never failed to express how adorable of a couple Lucy and Alex were, and Lucy never failed to blush.

"Are you guys excited for lax?" Lucy asked to change the subject.

"Of course I am, Luce," I replied.

"It's just practice right?" Jacqueline asked.

"Yeah. It's a good thing. I hate Monday games," I answered as we reached the front door of Makah Reservation High School. We walked through the halls toward our homerooms.

"See you later, guys," I said as I walked into my homeroom. Impatiently, I tapped my foot through the announcements until the bell rang and I joined back up with Jacqueline for geometry.

"Team test, Jacqueline. Are you ready?" I asked playfully.

"Yes, but only because you're in my group, Faye," she replied as we sat at our group with Micah and Eli.

"Hey, Faye," Eli said. Jacqueline raised her eyebrows. She was so convinced that Eli had a crush on me, but band kids weren't really my type. Before I could say anything else, our teacher, Mr. Dunn, came in and started handing out the tests.

It took the entire period to finish the test and we didn't have any other classes together before lunch, so I said goodbye to Jacqueline as I headed to science to face the most boring part of my day.

Lucy and Jacqueline were already sitting at our usual table. They stood up when I walked toward them so we could buy our lunches together.

"I wish you were in our science, Faye," Lucy whined.

"I do too," I said reluctantly.

"At least you have Mrs. Lipton. Mr. Jennings is the worst," Jacqueline said. We grabbed salads and made our way to the register to pay for them. I was mostly quiet during the rest of lunch, content with listening to my friends arguing about whether we would beat the Quileute Rez School in our next Lacrosse game.

As usual, lunch ended too soon, but we headed to our only class together. French was always really easy, because Ms. Leib was always low-key. Even the tests were easy because she didn't hesitate to help. We spent the class making fun of the people in our French textbooks that looked really stupid in 90's clothes, while we did class work.

Finally, the bell rang, and we headed to the locker room to change into blue lacrosse pinnies and black mesh shorts. Jacqueline tied a blue ribbon in my hair like she always did for lax.

"White, Quinn, Hughes, this isn't social hour," Coach Coyne said as we grabbed our sticks and walked out onto the field.

We paired up and started our usual two laps around the track, cradling our sticks as we ran. I was running along with Lucy, and she started jabbering on about how Eli and I should get married or something. I pretended to be listening, throwing out a few "Yeahs" and "Uh huhs" at the appropriate times, but I was distracted by my thoughts. I felt something in the pit of my stomach, like something was about to happen.

Quickly we got into our five star drill.

"White, get your head in the game!" My coach screamed, and I looked up to see the ball flying towards me. My hands snapped my lacrosse stick into place last minute for a quick −and lucky− catch. I sprinted towards the goal, and flung the ball at our goalie's feet, to see it bounce back against the net.

After some ground ball drills and about half an hour of sprinting, Coach Coyne called us to circle to talk game strategies.

"It's okay, Regina! We're still working on bounce shots!" Coach yelled at the goalie as she ducked back to get the ball out of the net.

"See you, guys," I said.

"Bye, Faye!" Jacqueline and Lucy shouted and waved as I got into the passenger side of my moms car, overall making a scene.

"How was school?" My mom asked.

"Same as usual," I replied. We pulled into the driveway and I walked through the door and straight up the stairs to change out of my practice clothes and deposit my books on my desk. As soon as I came out, Poppy was waiting for me.

"Hey, kiddo. Did you have a nice day?" I greeted her, picking her up. My dad's voice drifted up the stairs while he was talking to Harry about baseball. "Sounds like Daddy's home, Poppy."

"Poppy and Faye! Two of my favorite girls!" he said when we reached the dining room, taking Poppy from my arms. My mom was setting the table and putting out a bowl of pasta and meatballs.

"Did you all have a good day?" she asked as we began eating.

"We had cupcakes at school, Mommy," Poppy said.

"Was it somebody's birthday?"

"It was Amber's birfday," she replied in her adorable toddler voice.

"What about you, Harry? How was show and tell?"

"Awesome! Miss Miller kept my picture at the front of the classroom all day!" he said excitedly, his mouth full of spaghetti.

"That's so cool!" I said encouragingly.

"How was lacrosse, Faye?"

"Not bad. We have a game against the Quileute Rez School tomorrow," I replied. My mom and dad exchanged a suspicious look.

"I think it's time to tell them, Mai," my dad said.

"You're right, Chane. Why don't you tell them," she replied.

"Tell us what?" I asked cautiously.

"My dad, your grandpa is really sick and he needs our help to take care of him. So we bought a house on the Quileute Reservation to be closer to him and we're going to move there." There was a moment of silence as this sank in.

"Wait, what?"