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Chapter 1- Moving In

I had arrived. I, Rose O'Connell, had officially arrived in Forks, Washington. I grinned to myself, this is going to be fun. To start off my fun, I ran back to the packed car containing my Mom, Dad, older sister Serena, and dog Toby. I yanked open Serena's door, pulling her pillow out from under her sleeping head

"We're here!" I yelled, startling my sister Serena awake.

"Shut up Rose" she grumbled, throwing the pillow she had brought with her at my head. I caught it, laughing, and tossed it back at her. "Let's go lazy bones! We got to go see the house!" I looked towards our house, and sighed. It was a nice house, really, two stories and an attic, with a porch out front, just like Mom had always wanted. There was a nice-sized yard for Toby to play in, or "guard" as we called it. As much as we liked to think of Toby as the family dog, she really belonged to Serena, and had been rather sad this past year with her away at college. And with Serena transferring to the University of Washington in Seattle, Toby will be even more lonely. I thought to myself idly while I stood in front of our new house facing the car, arms crossed on my chest, foot tapping, waiting for my sister to finally fold her almost 6 foot frame out of the car. Honestly, Serena was a giant. She played basketball and softball in high school, and continued to play basketball in college. At last she got out of the car rather stiffly, stretching her long arms skyward.

"I'm here, I'm here I promise" she said softly. That's how it was with the two of us, polar opposites. Serena was quiet and reserved, while I was outgoing and loud. She was the intellectual in the family, the scientist, while I was the impulsive one, the artist. I loved singing, and writing songs, and drawing. The only art my sister could say she was good at was graffiti, her one rebellious attribute hidden under her angel wings, while I was always the "rebel child". While I was never outwardly defiant of my parents, I didn't exactly conform to society. Sure, I liked fashion, but my attitude and personality were just not "normal". My mother likes to say that I am a young spirit, while Serena is an old soul. I think that is a fairly accurate description of the two of us. We don't even look that alike, really. My hair is dark blonde ringlets, while Serena's is deep russet waves. The only similarity between the two of us is our facial structures. We both have prominent cheekbones, and fairly small noses, with a pair of full lips and perfect eyebrows finishing it up. We even have different colored. My sister's eyes are a bright emerald green, while mine are a pale blue-gray.

"Alright gang, let's move in to the house!" My mom yelled enthusiastically, and we all made a mad dash for the house, carrying boxes and suitcases full of stuff that the moving truck hadn't taken. I ran up the stairs, past my parent's and sister's room, and burst through the door in my room. I stopped, and took in the sight. Pale sky-blue walls, birch floors, and a white sealing made me think I was at the beach, not rainy Forks, Washington, though I heard there was a beach over by the Quileute reservation, La Push, where Mom would be working. See, Mom was a historian, specializing in Native American culture, so she was over the moon when she heard about the location of Dad's new job at the Forks hospital. Dad was hired to be the new head surgeon at the hospital. I was shaken from my reverie by the sound of my sister dropping a box of stuff on her foot.

"Shit!" I heard her curse loudly, and I chuckled quietly, hoping Serena wouldn't hear.

"Shut up Rose!" I heard her yell through the wall, but that only amused me further, causing me to collapse on my floor, rolling around, grasping my sides. "I swear to God Rose if you don't shut the FUCK up I am going to go in there and KILL YOU!" That sure shut me up. It didn't happen often, but when Serena got pissed, the cause of that anger was sure to suffer. As my laughs subsided into muted giggles, I walked around my room, putting the final touches on decorations. A Linkin Park poster on one wall, a poster containing a picture of a beautiful Epson guitar against a background of music notes against another, and, the final touch, a panorama photo of Miami Beach that I had taken on our last family vacation went over the headboard of my bed in the far corner of my room. Satisfied, I left my room, and ran down the stairs to go see if Mom needed any help.

"No, no I'm fine. Why don't you go walk around the town, get a feel for it?" She suggested, knowing I was never one for lounging around the house doing nothing.

"Great idea Mom!" I said happily and promptly bounded out of the house, grapping a light grey hoodie and slipping on some flip-flops on the way out. That was the great part about Forks. The place was so small, you only needed to walk for a few minutes and you were in town. There didn't seem to be much to do, there was a pizza joint, a bar, a diner, a small movie theater, and a couple of other shops. Up ahead I saw Forks High, the school I would be attending come fall, for my junior year. While I walked along the sidewalk, I heard a sound I never thought I would hear in tiny Forks. I heard the smooth purr of pure German engineering. Ahh, the sound of a Mercedes I thought happily to myself. I was a bit of a motor-head, I will admit. Serena was too, but only for the mechanical part of it. She was such a scientist sometimes. I looked at the road for the source of the sound, and my jaw dropped when I saw the source. I mean, I was expecting a nice car, but a Guardian?! It was unbelievable! I stopped in my tracks and stared at the beauty driving down the road.

"Yeah, it's a nice car. You should see the girl that drives it" a voice to my left said. I spun, looking for the voice, and smacked right into a bare chest. I jumped back,

"I'm so sorry!"I said, tilting my head up to see the face of the guy I had run into. He had the straight black hair and copper skin of a Native American, so I assumed he was a Quileute from La Push. He laughed, flashing bright teeth.

"It's cool, don't worry about it" he said good-naturedly, running his hand through his spiky, somewhat uneven hair "I don't believe I've seen you around, are you new?" he asked me. I nodded

"Yeah, the name's Rose, Rose O'Connell. I just moved here from D.C. And you are?" I asked in return.

"Jacob, Jacob Black. Nice to meet you Rose O'Connell." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Wait, is your dad Bill O'Connell, the new surgeon down at Forks Hospital?" he inquired.

"Yep, that's him" I answered, "And my mom is Robin O'Connell, the historian who is going to be working with your Elders to write down the history of the Quileute" I informed him, swelling a little with pride when I saw the impressed expression in his face.

"That's awesome!" he exclaimed. We began walking down the street, talking about how I was liking Forks so far, about his family down in La Push. We finally reached my house, he asked me if I would like to come down to La Push tonight, there was going to be a bonfire, and a lot of the other teenagers from La Push were going to be there.

"Sure" I answered, a smile alighting my face. Little did I know that that simple bonfire would change my life forever.

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