Chapter One
"Katrina! It's time to go!"
Ah, the screeching of my mother strikes again; I swear she resembles a banshee when she's impatient.
"I'm comin'!" God, could she be even more annoyed? "KATRINA MAY SUMMERS, GET YOUR BIG SLOW ASS DOWN HERE!" I stand corrected.
My name is Katrina May Summers, but everyone calls me Kat. I'm 18 years old and have straight, waist-length red hair. Not to be vain or anything, but I have a pretty nice body if I do say so myself. I have curves in all the right places; I guess that you could say I have an hour glass figure. Now I know what ya'll must be thinking, "She must think she's all that and cares about nothing but herself." But that is entirely inaccurate.
I am a southern country girl who has a passion for music, reading, and writing. I am also a major tom-boy with a really bad attitude-which I pride myself in by the way. Hey I have red hair, what do you expect? Anyway, I live in a little town in a place I like to call 'Sweet Home Alabama'! I know, what a mix right? But I love it here; this is where I made all of my best friends. Speaking of friends, let's just say I don't have many friends that are girls. Now I'm not a slut or anything like that; it's just they don't like talking to me. I'm not sure if it's my style, my choice in friends, or even my sunny personality which make me cuss those little skanks out; I'm still clueless about that entire situation.
Anywho, I'm getting off track. Enough about my wonderful personality, let's talk about my home life. I haven't quite lived the life of a princess; when I was fourteen, I witnessed my dad being handcuffed and placed in the back of a cop car. According to momma he was involved in things that I'm not sure I'll ever fully understand. He was an abusive drunk to me and my mom, and even did things to me that I will never let slip, especially to my mom. But that is the one reason my mom is now hurrying me up; to leave these memories behind and to create new ones. We are packing all of our stuff up and leaving to a little reservation called La Push; which I never knew existed but was proven wrong by my wonderful GPS.
"KATRINA! HURRY UP NOW!" Damn, that woman is loud! I think she ruptured my eardrums…
"Coming dear mother who I am annoyed by so much!" I said in an angelic voice. She turned to glare at me. But what did she expect? She called me by my first name. UGH! Why must I be cursed with such a name?
"Don't catch a tude with me young lady, I have done nothing to you."
"Are you on crack or something?" My voice drawled in my thick accent. "We're movin' to a little green place that I still think is not even on the map no matter what my GPS says. And it rains all the time! And did I mention the green? It's like puke."
I know I really shouldn't argue but I honestly did not want to move! Who knew what went on at that little reservation? Big foot could live there!
I stared at my mom and she looked close to tears. Damn it all! Why must she use my weakness against me?
"Hun, please try to be happy, for me?"
No, I will not crumble. My will is strong and superior to all who inhabit this planet!
"…okay."
She smiled at me and I scowled at her superb power of manipulation. Well I guess I could try and have some fun. Who knows? Maybe I can cause some trouble along the way!
"Thank you. Now come on, it's time to go!" She yelled as she was walking; no scratch that, sprinting, out the door. Wow, I never knew she could move THAT fast!
I started calmly walking out the door and got in the passenger side of my own sleek back truck; which my mom will not let me drive by the way. And before I knew it, we were off. I looked back at my old house and sighed. 'Well this is gonna be awesome. I'm gonna be the new weird kid in school with a country accent. I debated on telling my mom to pull over and let me out, but as I looked at her doing the air drums on the steering wheel, singing totally off key, I just turned back around and sulked like a five year old. 'La Push, here I come.'