Hey guys! I know I need to update my Eragon fanfic, but this one seems so much more interesting to work on! Will try my best to update regularly though!
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Chapter 1
"Crap." That one word stuck in my mind as my plane descended towards the
obscenely tiny airport in Port Angeles. Beside me, my mum started gushing on about
how 'lovely and picturesque' it was. In truth, it looked boring. Rainy, grey and deadly
dull. I glowered miserably at the world in general. As you can probably tell, I am not
fortunate enough to only be coming here for a holiday. I am actually coming to live in
this godforsaken place. My dearest mother had decided that we could not stay in
England with all our friends and family, we had to move to a quiet little place where
she could fulfil her dream of becoming a teacher. As for me, my dreams were
unimportant.
I sat in the little car that my mum had brought in her futile quest to fit in here. She
wouldn't fit in here. Neither of us would. Our car was a disgusting off yellow colour
that did nothing to brighten up the predictable rain. I had thought that England had
bad weather. I was wrong, so very, very wrong. My mum broke through my dark
thoughts by saying, "Miley, I know you'll love La Push. It's so quaint and the local
school is charming! When I was offered a post there, I knew that it was perfect. This
place is so green and beautiful-…"
"And wet." My mum glared at me from the corner of her eye and snapped. "Miley!
You are going to behave! Stop feeling sorry for yourself! You are very lucky that you
were offered a place in the La Push School because normally they only take children
from the reservation!" I glared at her. "So know I'm going to look weird as well as
talk weird? Well isn't that just lovely." We drove in silence for the rest of the hour
long journey.
When we finally arrived at the bungalow that we were going to spend the next
indeterminable, but hopefully short, amount of time in, I had to put up with yet more
of my mum's usual gushing enthusiasm. I ignored her meaningless gabber and walked
slowly into the houses of nightmares. I didn't want a bungalow; I wanted our little flat
in London. It had been cramped but it had been my home for five years. Now some
stupid little house wannabe, was taking me away from it. I narrowed my eyes at it and
it just sat there like a fat blob. Deep down I knew I was being childish but at that
particular moment in time, I was too annoyed to care. The front door opened into a
little hall with a dark, wooden floor and white door on either side. I reluctantly studied
the little portals from hell to see which one was most likely to contain a suitable room
for me. 'That would be none of them.' I thought pessimistically but instead of
standing like an idiot in the hallway I picked the first door on my right and was
surprised to see a nice little room. I walked slowly into the room, trying desperately to
find to some unforgivable fault in it and was disgusted to find that there wasn't any.
The room was small but it was painted white so it felt cool and airy. There was a big
window next to my bed that looked out over a dark forest and despite myself, I fell in
love with that little room. I dumped my hand luggage on the bed and yelled to my
mum that I had found my room. The relief in her reply was so obvious that I felt a
little bad for being such a cow. The past couple of years since my dad moved out
hadn't been easy for her.
Dinner was a quiet affair. I sat pushing my food around my plate, not feeling like
eating. From the corner of my eye, I could see my mum shooting me cautious glances
when she thought I wasn't looking and it was beginning to annoy me. I finally gave
up broke the silence with the one subject she definitely wouldn't be able to resist
babbling on about. I sighed and asked, "So, when am I starting school?" The glint of
excitement I had expected to see was absent and instead she tried to feign disinterest. I
instantly grew very suspicious. "Mum. When am I starting." I kept my voice at a
controlled monotone, no need to try to break the kitchen. Yet. She laughed nervously
and said, "Well I didn't want you to miss out any more school than necessary, so I
enrolled you as soon as they had a space."
"Which is…?" I kept my voice at the same controlled tone. It was beginning to
become a bit strained. Mum sighed and obviously decided that I wasn't going to leave
her alone, "You're starting tomorrow, pet." I closed my eyes and struggled for self-
control. Finally, I stood up and put my still uneaten dinner on the counter next to the
sink and I said, "I'm going to bed. I'll need my sleep if I'm going to a new school
tomorrow." I growled the last bit in my fury, but instead of breaking something,
which is what I wanted to do, I walked stiffly to my room. La Push was going to be
hell.
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OK I know it's a bit short but I really wanted the school to start on a new chapter and I'm kinda into this. I should be writing another chapter very soon.