My name is Lindsey. Let's get some things straight. I am not a bad kid, I am not mixed in with a bunch of hooligans, I am not a criminal, and I am not, most certainly not a drugee.
Is it my fault that I one day bursted into a ball of fur? Is it my fault that I have to sneak out to fight vampires that try to feed in our town? Is it my fault that everyone thinks our pack is just a bunch of drug using, underage-drinking, hooligans? I think not. So then why I'm I being sent off to live in La Push, Washington? I have no idea.
My parents think sending me off to live in La Push will "set my life back on course" and "lead me down the right path." So I'm going to live my cousin Paul and his fiancée Rachael.
I think my parents are taking this thing over board with the whole Washington thing. Washington is the farthest congenital state from Florida. It's also the complete opposite temperature wise. Where you could go to the beach in winter and be concerned about getting a sunburn in Florida you can't even go swimming in summer in La Push because it's so cold. In Florida seventy degrees is freezing your but off where as in La Push forty is warm outside. It's also always raining there and Florida, well, hello, it's called the sunshine state for a reason.
Also did I mention that Washington is far? So the plan trip is very, very long. And the old guy next to me keeps looking at me weirdly. When will we get to Seattle?
Whattya know we landed! Halleluiah! Thank you Lord! I can finally get away from this old guy!
I grabbed my purse and made my way off the crowded plane. As soon as I stepped off I noticed a guy at least over seven foot and muscles that usually only came from steroids. Everyone was staring at him. He had tan skin and black hair that looked Quileute so I assumed he was my ride.
"Yo there Pauly," I said walking up to him hoping that I had the right person. He examined me for a second, probably trying to figure out if I was the right person.
"Lindsey?" I nodded, "I'm not Paul. I'm his friend Embry. Paul had to work so he sent me. Where's your stuff?" he asked. I started over towards where you get your luggage, Embry in tow.
We got my bags and went into an old Volkswagen Rabbit. I figured I'd ask question to pass the two hour drive from Seattle to La Push. "So, how old are you?"
"Seventeen. You?" he said without looking away from the road.
"Thirteen. Is this your car?"
"No, I share it with my friend, Quil. Our friend Jacob gave it to us when he got a new one."
"Oh, so how do you know Paul?"
"We went go to the same school and work together." he said with a sigh.
"Where do you work?"
"None of you business." he said finially turning towards me.
"Are my questions bothering you?" I asked.
"Yes." And that was the end of that conversation. It was silence the rest of the ride.