A/N) Hello friends! So I wrote this in math class because I don't care about the graphing circles, and I decided to run with this! I wrote a different Twilight story but I didn't care for it that much. This one on the other hand I already have 3 more chapters written for it. I was also debating on whether or not to post this but you'r reading it so there was the answer on that.

Enjoy! And please tell me if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes!

"Look, I know it's a big change for you, but I was born there and it might be good to go back to our roots." Our mom said as she kept her brown eyes on the road.

"You mean your roots." My brother Cameron and I said in unison; looking at each other from our spots in the back seat.

"You two are just as much in this family as I am, so they are your roots too. You were born with the same legends I was so you know your heritage."

"That's not how heritage works." Cam said, being a smart-ass though he really didn't try to be.

"But that's how family works." Was the only response our adoptive mother replied.

My brother and I looked at each other once again, raising our eyebrows and almost mirrored each other. Oh the joys of being a twin.

We were moving to La Push, Washington. It was some reservation that our mom, Cassandra, lived as a young girl. She moved to the great state of Michigan when she was twenty one. Though I don't much of a weather difference, it seemed to rain a lot in both places.

She would tell my brother and me the Quileute tribal legends, always saying how her story telling would never do them justice. She started telling us the legends ever since she took us in. She adopted us since she learned she was fertile and she wanted kids. She said she didn't mind that the only way to have kids was adopted or expensive medical procedures. She "wanted to adopt anyway". That's what she always said. But I've heard her talking her friends on the phone about how she wanted a child of her own.

She wasn't married but still took on taking care of four year old twins when she was only twenty four. That was twelve years ago and she finally decided she wanted to return home. Her parents lived there and she hadn't ever visited since she moved.

So here we are, almost an hour away after being on the road for around thirty hours. We did stop at a motel on the side of the road at the fifteen hour mark that looked kind of sketchy since we spent the day getting halfway there. Mom didn't want to drive more than half the trip away for sleeps sake, plus she doesn't' really like to drive long distances in one day and fifteen hours was pushing it big time. Today was another fifteen hour drive and almost the end of the journey from one cold, wet place to another.

The highway was close to empty as rain started to hit the windshield and gray clouds drew up overhead. I laid my head on the window and watched the green of trees pass by. "This will be good for the both of you. Just watch." Mom said with a grin gracing her lips as she took a deep breath. Her naturally tan skin and dark hair slightly contrasted my Cameron and I's complexion with our paler skin and light brown hair, mine longer and having lighter tips from trying to bleach it. "How about one of you tries to drive? The road is pretty empty and the rain is only light." She said, the grin never leaving her lips.

"No thanks." I shook my head vigorously, almost hitting it on the window with Cameron muttering an agreement. Cam and I got our driving permits late, being it was only a few months ago and we're both sixteen. We were never the ones to want to drive, my reason for being too scared is my anxiety that almost anything and everything bad will happen if I'm put behind the wheel. I'm not too sure of my brother's reason for it though.

"Oh come on, you'll have to learn some time, might as well start now." Cassandra reasoned. Looking in the rearview mirror with a humorous look in her dark eyes. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." That was the last sounds besides the radio and the rain hitting the ground that was said until we reached Forks, Washington.

"Are we there yet?" Cameron asked with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. I rolled my eyes at my twin and glared at him.

"Actually we are almost there, not quite" Mom said with a know it all voice.

"So does moving here mean we're going to have to hear about all of the day of you being a young scamp getting into all of the trouble? Or weren't you the good girl who did all of her homework?" He questioned.

Cassandra laughed slightly and shrugged. "I'll be sure to tell your grandpa that you're so interested in the past. That man knows how to drag a story along, slowly." She replied. "And he can get distracted pretty easily so you might just spend three hours trying to get to the end of one story."

Cam paled and didn't say anything after that as I watched the trees blend into a small town. The area seemed like the type of place that everyone knew everyone. The place that word can travel incredibly fast. Not many people seemed to be roaming the sidewalks, but the lights inside small businesses and shops disregarded my idea that it was a ghost town.

Soon the town passed and the trees were brought back into view, back into the forest and eventually more houses showed up more spaced out. A La Push sigh was small but stuck out of the ground and confirmed out arrival. La Push seemed like trees and not quite as much business going around which I guess made sense for an Indian reservation.

"Home sweet home." Mom said, sighing before pulling into a small house that looked almost like a log cabin with a quaint garden out in the front of it, adding some color to the rather dull brown house. Mom got out of the car and walked up the porch before stopping and waiting for Cameron and me. We locked eyes, gave a brief nod, fist bumped, and got of the car. My legs cracked as my feet made contact with a the ground and I stretched a fair bit before joining my brother as he walked to the porch, letting the rain hit us.

Mom knocked on the door and waited, and waited, and waited. Laughter was heard from inside and she rolled her eyes, stood on her toes and felt above the door. She gave a brief "Ah ha!" and a key was found her in hand. "Same place as always." She muttered and put the key in, turning it. Opening the door, the laughter got louder and she ventured in. Cameron and I followed in suit, walking straight into a living room that, like the outside, was composed of wood and brown and green colored furniture.

"Mom! Dad! Surprise!" Mom yelled at an old couple as the glass cup the woman held was dropped to the ground.