Kendra's pov
I was 4 when my parents spit up. I thru a big fit, I cried for hours. I didn't talk for weeks. I became a bad attitude, beat you up, bully kind of kid. Now that I'm 16, I died my beautiful brown hair bleach blonde, because blondes have more fun. Any way I also have light blue eyes and semi- tan skin. Here is my story.
I just walked in from a boring day at school to my mother sitting on the couch. "Come here Kendra I need to tell you something," I groaned I hate being called Kendra; I'd rather be called Kenny.
"What is it now mom?" I said toughing my back pack on the floor and sitting next to her.
"Well, I got a new job. Before you ask I already took the job, and it's in Washington in a small town called la push. It's an Indian reservation," she said I just stared at her.
'We have to move! I'm not moving! You're just going to have to go without me!" I yelled running up to my room to see it was all packed up.
My mom walked in "we are leaving tomorrow at noon", she said then left. I hate my life. I don't want to move to Washington. I turned on my computer and googled la Push it has a beach and... always raining! I can't believe it I hate the rain. My mom is so self-centered! I closed my lap top and went to sleep on the chough. The next morning I got up and put on a long sleeve shirt, acid wash skinny jeans and purple convers. I got everything I was going to need for the ride to La Push.
do not i own twilight
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