Chapter One

Family is just accident... They don't mean to get on your nerves. They don't even mean to be your family, they just are.

- Marsha Norman

All humans want in life is simple; kiss, cuddle, have sex and eat strawberries, I thought miserably as I watched The Cosby show on my portable DVD player in the back of the minivan. We had been driving for days -litterally, to get to La Push Washington. Yeah, feel free to laugh, I did to everytime I heard the name. It was a small reservation on the other side of the country. We had family there, and lived there briefly when I was nine, but had visited each summer for a week from the time I was born until I was thirteen.

Now, eight years later, here I am stuck in the back of a van full of kids on our way to Washington from Ohio. Life was going swell before all this; I had friends, I was on the cross country team, doing well in school, and going into my junior year of high school. Then my idiot brother Elliot, followed by Josh, turns into the giant wolf in our back yard and my parents flip and ship us all the way out here. Yeah that's right I said giant wolf, that was the 'minor' detail my parents left out when they were always telling us about our heritage.

Turns out when we get pissed off we tend to change into giant puppies if we have the right genes. Real minor huh? I pushed myself into the corner as much as possible as one of my little brothers, Milo, wiggled in his seat. Once again, you heard me correctly, I did say one of my little brothers. I had two of them to be exact, although in total I had five brothers and two sisters. Yup all eight of us were pack in a van, well two vans. Mom took one with Elliot and Josh, you know since there the oldest obviously they need more space, well she thought so anyway and I took one with Aaron, Ace, Milo, Sophia and baby Fay.

I rolled my eyes as he tried to burp the alphabet, don't get me wrong I love my silbings, all seven of them but a car ride with them for this long was to much for my nerves to handle all at once. To top of this lovely ride with the youngest of the Powell family, I got to think or should I say over think about my enemy. The enemy, Paul freakin' Woods. He was the boy that did nothing but pick on me the short time I had lived down the road from him, and each of our fun filled family vacations to La Push. I was convinced his soul purpose in life was to terrorize me.

Week one that I had lived there, he managed to stick gum in my hair which forced me to cut not one or two but three inches off the bottom. He then; destroyed the majority of my toys single handedly, gave me a scar that is still very visible on my right foot, tricked me into eating a toothpaste filled oero, and ruined my school picture by pushing me in a mud puddle during recess. I couldn't stand the guy then, and I knew I'd never be able to stand in him the future. Who ever landed him was in for a lifetime of hell.

I turned off my dvd player and put it on the ground under my feet. The Huxtables were to peppy for me right about now. I could see dad in the front, tapping on the stiring wheel to Lady Gaga. He seemed to think if he listened, or attempted to listen to our 'hip' music, as he put it, other kids our age would see him as the 'hip' dad on the block, again all his words not mine. Sadly my dad was as dorky as dad came, but I loved him for it. "How much longer pops?" I called, hoping he could hear me over the crap that he was blasting. Lady Gaga wasn't exactly a musical goddess in my opinion, but I could stand her songs from time to time. Now, not being one of those times.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror and smiled, "Almost kiddo! Only ten more minutes" He yelled back over there hurrays my brothers and sister were screaming. I couldn't blame them, my butt was just as numb as theres were and I couldn't wait to get out to stretch. Fay, who was one an a half even realized this was a good thing. She spit her bippy out with a smile and giggled before trying to put it back in her mouth again. I laughed and helped her, she was cute.

Welcome to La Push passed us, I wasn't sure whether I should be happy or sad. A few more minutes until I was out of this car, so I could be happy but it was also the end of my peace, as far as peace goes being from such a big family, and happiness in general. I hoped out of my car moments later, breathing in the fresh air. That was one of the few things I missed about this place, apart from Paul it was how peaceful it was; it had a beautiful beach, large forests to hike through, and it was the greenest part of the U.S.A.

I looked up at our new home, it wasn't the same one we had years ago obviously since our family gained four more kids but it was going to be home. It was big, bigger then the one in Ohio that's for sure. White, with a red door and matching shutters. There was a huge tree that sat on the front lawn that Milo and Ace had started to climb. You'd think they'd be monkeys instead of wolves someday with the way those two were.

I walked inside, hoping to get to my room before the tweebs aka Elliot and Josh did. I had started calling them that after seeing an episode of Kim Possible with my little sister Sophia. Apparently she had twin dweebs in here family too, only hers were younger. Lucky her. I ran up the stairs, checking each room out quickly. I came to the conclusion the best place for me was the attic; Away from the rest of the kids, hidden compared to the rest of the rooms, and it had the coolest window view.

"MOM!" I screamed from the top floor. Let me explain before you think I'm some loud mouth, in order to get anything heard in a house filled with more then I'd say four children you had to scream. She came up the stairs carrying two boxes, one on top of the other. She put them both in the smallest room I had seen, I guessed it would be her study but knowing mom it could turn into anything.

"What?" She asked, hand on hip. The Tweebs probably gave her hell most of the way here, I suddenly felt happier knowing I was with dad during the long trip.

"Can I have the attic?" She gave me a look like I had five heads instead of one. I rolled my eyes, she should have known me better.

"The attic? What? Why?" She grabbed the little string leading to what I was sure to call my new room, and walked up the dusty steps. The floors creaked, and there were a few nails here and there but it wasn't to bad. It gave it personality as far as I was concerned. She let out a sigh, mission complete. The room was mine. "If you insist, but dad needs to fix it up some first..you'd have to talk to him about it..." She said smiling. We both know I was daddys little girl, being the first one after three boys.

We made our way down the steps and to the first floor of the house, all my brothers and sisters were standing the in middle of what was going to be our living room. My dad stood smiing, and pulled my mom into a hug. "How do you kids like it?" He said with a grin, we all nodded in approval. "Well go on, find your rooms" And they were off! It was like a race in our family, everyone wanted the biggest and best room and with so many people it was hard to give everyone just what they wanted.

I stayed behind, picking out your room before everyone had its advantages. Dad kissed mom, and they both giggled like teenagers, I thought it was cute how they were still lovey dovey with each other after all these years of marriage. "So what room did ya pick Lala?" He said, using one of my least favorite nick names but dad could call me just about anything with out me getting mad. Like I said, total daddys girl.

"The attic" I said smiling, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. He knew it needed work since he was the one that found the house two months ago. He just nodded with a smile, I love that guy. I watched as he placed his hand on my moms stomach, both of them shared a smile like they knew something I didn't. Oh no. Not again. I just looked at them for a minute until mom chuckled.

"I guess the cats out of the bag" She whispered to my dad, knowing I could still hear her. I rolled my eyes.

"Mom's pregnant again," I yelled to the rest of the family. Elliot and Josh being the oldest, got to the bottom of the stair case first, sharing the same look.

"Seriously? We thought you" Elliot began.

"Were done having kids?" Josh finished. See? This is one of the many reasons I call them tweebs. It was freaky how they were able to finish each others sentences like that. Not even twins should be able to do that, yet there they were doing it on a daily basis. Weirdos.

I let out a sigh and nodded, "How far along are you?" I asked, rubbing her belly. As annoying as it was to keep adding to our family tree, I liked having babies around.

"I'm about three months"

"Three" Elliot started.

"Months?" Josh finished - again. There mouths both open.

"Stop that!" I said, patting my moms baby belly. "How long have you known sheesh" I mummbled, my hand on my hip. She just shrugged with a laugh, I took that as 'much longer than you guys'. I turned back to my brothers. "So are you two sharing a room or is someone else because I have mine already picked out" I said. I was not sharing my room this time.

"Were the oldest we don't have to share!" Josh said with a laugh. My mom stopped us before a fight broke out.

"I already picked out the babys room," She said, "It was the room I put those boxes in upstairs" Told ya she could make it into anything. "So everyone can have there own room" Well, that was easier than I thought.

"So what room did you pick?" He asked, I had out smarted him this time. We switched rooms a lot back at our old place, they always got the best rooms and I was always stuck with one of the kids. Not this time though. No, no dear brothers this time I have the room of all rooms.

"I'm taking the attic" I said with a smile, both smiles wiped off there faces as they started to stomp up the stairs, shoving one another and mummbling something about how the other should have thought of that idea first. Idiots. Just as I was about to turn back to my parents as ask when we'd know what sex the baby was there was a large bang above us, in one of the rooms, we could hear Milo saying oops as the rest of the kids laughed. My mom rushed up the stairs to see what they broke, or almost broke, this time.

Sometimes my family gives me a headache.

Authors Note:

This is the first chapter to my new story, I really liked writing this one. Not entirely sure why, but I did. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with these characters considering there are so many of them to play around with! I hope you enjoyed it there will be more posted soon, for now let me know what you think of this one :)

Incase you guys are wondering heres some info on the Powell kids!

Elliot and Josh are twins there eighteen
Aaron is Seventeen
Layla is Sixteen
Ace is eleven
Milo is eight
Sophia is six
Fay is one

So far these are the ages I've decided on, I haven't said all there ages in the story though so if I decide to change them I'll let you know!

Thanks for reading and please please please review.

- E.B.