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"Mom! Are we there yet?" I asked from the back seat of our silver F-150."No honey. We have less than an hour to go" she replied. I sat up and paused the music on my Iphone 4. "Can you at least pick up the pace? I really need to get out of this stupid car! 22 hours is a long time for anyone to be confined in a small space." "Ayla Kay Burke! Cool it! Ryan was nice enough to give you the entire back seat so you could sleep, and you have been nothing but rude to him and everyone else around you!" "Sorry mom" I responded.
Let me set the scene for you. My name is Ayla Burke. I am 16 years old and a junior in high school. I have an older brother named Ryan who is 17. When my parents divorced this summer, my mom decided to pack us up and leave my dad in sunny San Diego, California. We are currently making the 23 hour drive to my mom's hometown of La Push, Washington. Population 371, well now 374. Yay. She purchased a white two-story house with four bedrooms and five bathrooms. Each room had its own bathroom and a small walk-in closet. My mom, being her hot-shot lawyer self, had an Interior designer come in and decorate the house ahead of time. Most of our stuff was already moved in and unpacked, so when we got there, all we had to do was put our last few items away.
"Look Ay! Welcome to La Push!" Ryan exclaimed. "Finally! I really need to get out of this….ooohh look at that super cute native boy! Maybe I will like it here after all ." I responded. "Wow mom…" Ryan said. " An Ayla all time high. Two whole minutes in this brand new town and she already found some eye candy." "Shut it jerk!" I exclaimed. "I can't help it if he was standing shirtless on the beach! What a cutie! Did you see his abs?" "No Ay. And I really don't care either!"
A few minutes later we pulled up to our new home. I scrambled to get out of the car, grab my stuff, and sprint to my room on the second floor of our home. Ryan quickly followed me. We parted our separate ways when we reached the top of the stairs, him to the left and me to the right. A couple of hours later after I finished putting things away and settling in, I emerged from my spacious room. I walked down the stairs to check out the rest of the house. The bottom floor contained the living room, our rather large kitchen, my mother's bedroom, and the guest room and bathroom as well as another bathroom for visitors. Mine and Ryan's rooms were the only things upstairs. Towards the end of the exploration I realized that I was alone. I found a note on top of the grey granite countertop saying that Ryan went for a walk and mom went to the local grocery store. Finally alone, I thought. Suddenly the doorbell rang, interrupting my peace and quiet. "Why is someone at the door?" I asked myself. 'I don't know anyone in this small town." I quickly checked my reflection in the mirror by the door before I opened it. When I finally opened the heavy, polished wood door, I saw the very attractive native boy.
