Author's note: So hey you guys, this is my first Fanfic, so don't get to brutal with me. I hope you like my first chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own other characters, that's all Stephanie Meyer. I do own Jovi and Noah and future friends.
As i looked around the room all i could see was sympathetic faces just staring right at me. I didn't need this shit. I stormed out of my own mother's and father's funeral. It's not like they were trying to make me uncomfortable, but it came across like that to me. You see my mother and father died just a few weeks ago, i haven't been the same since that night.
-Flashback-
"Why?" I shouted at my mother.
"Jovi, keep you voice down!" she whisper yelled at me "i have just put your little brother to bed, i don't need him waking up in the middle of the night."
"I don't care! You need to answer me, and if that means shouting so i can get the answer out of you then so be it. So i ask again, WHY?"
"Because living in this house is just costing too much money and your older brother has said we can go and live with him and his wife for a while."
"Mum but that's all the way in America! I have friends here, a life. I don't need to uproot my self from here."
"Jovi, i know you don't like this, but can you please just go with me on this one. We don't have any money."
"So where are you getting the money to get all of us to Washington?"
"Your brother is paying for it all."
"Oh so the amazing prodigal son is buying us tickets. Wow, don't i feel damn well loved right about now."
"Jovanna Uley, i know you two haven't got along in the past but Sam is doing a good deed for us, so you will like it or you don't we are all going, you are 16 years old and you are not staying here alone. end of story . Now look after Noah while me and your father go to the shops to get some food."
"Fine, i will. The sprog is asleep, i don't need to look after him, and he's nearly 4 anyway! He can go to the toilet."
"Just... We will back in an hour."
-flashback ended-
So to cut it short, the weather man was correct about that night, storm + wet roads = major car crash. And my mother and father, Joshua and Maxine Uley, were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But i still want to shoot the weather man.
So as for what happened next... well let me tell you, i got stuck with sprog aka Noah and were both getting shipped off to the place we were suppose to be going to in the first place, my loving brother's house. Samuel Uley. I haven't seen him since we left La Push nine years ago, but he kept in touch, i just didn't keep in touch with him. Your probably wondering, why so mad at you brother? Right. Well here's a quick summary: Sam said he was going to come and get me once he got married to his fiancé Emily Young now branded with the same last name as me. This was seven years ago when i was nine, and the little nine year old that is still left inside of me still resents him for that, because guess what? He never turned up. So now i want nothing to do with the little/big sack of shit. But he's my closest relative so now it is a 'you have to go Jovi, you have no choice'. Well if i have to go i am not listening to anything he lays down on me.
-At the airport-
"Noah you better sit your little butt down right now and stop fidgeting."
"But sissy, i'm soooo bored, when is the rocket ship gonna come?" He looked up at me with his big brown eyes that look exactly like my fathers. See Noah looks the spitting image of Sam and My dad; Black hair, the big brown eyes, the russet coloured skin, and he's your typical Native American little boy. Where as me, i have the skin, but that's where the similarities end. I got my mothers grey eyes and dark brown hair, my hair is fairly long with waves to it, i have bangs to cover the horrible scar close to my right eye, which i got when i fell off my bike when i was ten, It was a horrible day. My dad came and kissed it better, but ended up getting blood on his lips. I had to get 12 stitches and it reaches from my hair line to the corner of my eye. Just thinking of dad sends tears to my eyes, i thought i caught the silly traitor tear that threatened to fall, but obviously not.
"Sissy why are you crying?"
"I was just thinking of Daddy Noah."
"Aww sissy it's okay, they with bear now. They can take him for walks and stuff, they won't ever get bored." I smiled at my little brother's attempt at trying to help me through this. See bear was our German Shepard, we named him bear cause he was a fat puppy.
"Can flight 132 to Seattle, please start to board now please, thank you."
"Come on Noah that's us" Noah was all too willing to get up and get on the plane to our new lives, but i wasn't so sure.
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