Another boring day of high school awaited me as I stepped into the hallways of school. I was already late, but who cares? No one notices that I'm gone anyways. I passed by my locker to drop off my books, and collect the binders I would need for Ms. Crawfords' class, and slipped into the door to her classroom. As I had predicted, no one noticed me. I spent English Lit drawing on my pieces of paper, and before I knew it, the hour and thirty mintues was up. The bell sounded, and my classmates ran out of the door to their next classes talking about who and what was at the mall on Saturday, or some other crap like that. I tried to make my escape as well, but Ms. Crawford noticed me this time.

" Brittney, can you come here for a minute?" Sighing, I went to see what she could possibly want with the most quiet student in the whole school.

'' Yeah? What's up?" I said, trying not to sound frightned by her. " There is a special program going on through out the nation for students who are from various Native American tribes across the country. In your records," she flipped through some papers, "it shows you are Quileute, correct?" I nodded, realizing my mom and dad talked about that with me, numerous times. She smiled and handed me a envelope, with my name scrawled across it. " I nominate you for this program, and you were accepted. Your parents are already notified of this, and you will talk to them later. This is a very special opportunity that I hope you will take." I gave her the 'smile and wave' motion, and left out of her room. There was no way I wouldn't hear about this at home.

It was the end of the day, and I was already headed back home. I inserted my key in the lock and slowly twisted. "Hello?" I called out, but my parents must not have heard me. I heard quiet whispers going on in the kitchen.

" What if she sees him there? I bet he already phased! He could hurt her!"

Phased? Who is he? My father was the one who spoke next.

" I doubt she will meet him. He and Billy moved closer to Seattle remember? She's going to be away from them. There's no chance she will even see them. Just give her a chance to find out about where she came from."

I had no idea what was going on. I kept listening to try and piece it together.

"Jacob," she said this name as if it were a curse instead of a common name. " would try to find her if he knew. We have to keep her protected."

My dad sighed and replied to my mother. "Well isn't that why we moved out here in the first place?" I stepped around the corner. "Guys, I'm home." Their faces went from suprised, to blinding fake smiles. "Welcome home sweetheart." my mother said. " I handed her the envelope, and she smiled. "We already know, and I guess we have come to the conclusion that we will let you go. Only if you want." My mother's voice changed when she said that. I thought about it. What could be so bad about leaving a place where no one even knows that I exsist?

" I think I would love to go." I smiled at them, this time though, my smile was sincere. I left the information for them to fill out of the table, and took the 'Congratulations' letter up to my room. This is were my life would turn around.

Weeks Later

I was sitting on the plane, flying from my home in Memphis, Tennesee to Port Angeles, Washington. From there I would be transported by new host family to the La Push Reservation. The pilot's voice was soon heard in First Class, where the program's sponsers allowed me to sit. "We will soon be flying into Port Angeles Airport. Thank you for flying with us." I felt the head rush of the plane's desending, and soon we were on the ground. The overhead compartment opened, and I reached for my bags. I stepped off of the plane and walked into the terminal. All around me, families and loved ones were hugging and crying, but one couple stood out to me. The woman had a series of long scars imprinted on her face, keeping her smile in a frown no matter how hard she tried. The man was looking off to the side, towering over the woman, with the same skin tone as I had. I looked down at the woman's hands to see my name on a piece of paper. I think I just found my new family for the next five years.