HELLO! Let me just state that if you think I am Stephenie Meyer and own Twilight you need to see your optometrist (eye doctor) for new prescription on your glasses. If you don't have glasses you need some. I do NOT own Twilight.

I am taking time off from my YEAR 2: Second Generation Harry Potter series. To write and hopefully update this story weekly. I don't think this will be a series, but at this point in time I can't say for sure. Anyway enjoy! R&R! I have a no-update policy if you people don't review! It takes like 2 seconds.


Chapter 1

Why? Was Rosalie's 1st thought as they pulled up to the camping area. Why did my Father suddenly decide that we all needed more family time?

Rosalie, her parents, and her cousin Jasper, climbed out of the car and looked around.

There wasn't much to see. A few picinic tables, a couple of camping spots, and two rusting swings. There were tall trees, possibly cotton trees, surrounding it all.

Her dad took a big breath and said, "Wasn't this worth the road trip kids? I mean sure, Utah may be a long way from Forks, but look at the beauty of nature." He spread his arms wide and inhaled again.

Jasper and her dad began unpacking the trunk of the car.

"Here Rose, this one's yours." Jasper handed her a small red tent bag.

She looked around at her family like they were crazy.

When she dropped the bag and didn't move, her Father looked at her.

"Something wrong sweetheart?"

"We're sleeping in TENTS?!"

"Yeah, what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, cabins or trailers, or something!"

Her Father shook his head. "Nope, tents." He smiled. "Choose a spot and start setting up I'll be there as soon as I have our's set up."

Rosalie was utterly confused. How do you set up a tent?

They'd been there about a half hour when Jasper had finished his tent.

An elderly woman on a golf-cart loaded with cleaning supplies came around, she saw them and went to talk to Rosalie's Father.

"How many tents have you got there?" She questioned, her hair sticking out and looking like an afro.

"Three, one for my wife and me, one for my daughter, and one for my nephew."

"Can't be done, only two tents allowed." She shook her head.

He looked confused so the woman repeated herself.

"Ok…thanks."

The woman got back on her golf-cart and drove away muttering, "It is in the rules…"

"JASPER!"

Jasper hurried over to his uncle with a questioning gaze.

"Apparently we're only allowed to set up two tents, so would you mind giving Rose your tent?"

"I don't mind, I'll sleep outside unless it rains, then I'll sleep in the car."

"Good." He clapped Jasper on the back and went back to setting up the tent.

"Here, Rose. You can use my tent."

"Where are you sleeping?" She asked as Jasper spread a sleeping bag out on the ground.

"Right here." He said gesturing towards the sleeping back.

Rosalie shrugged and stepped inside the tent. It was small for being a two-man tent, in fact Rosalie had to crouch until she was squatting. I thought this was a two-man tent…it feels like a tent for one small child. It was a VERY small tent…suddenly Rose couldn't breath. She'd never told anybody but she was claustrophobic, and this was a very small space.

Turning around Rose fiddled with the tent's door flap. With a burst of energy Rose flew out of the tent and far from it's vicinity.

"What's wrong?" asked her dad.

"Can't I sleep outside?"

Shock crossed her father's face but he slowly nodded. "If you want…"

Rosalie grabbed her sleeping bag and unrolled it on the grass. Then she took her suitcase and tossed it back into the car.

"Jasper!" Rosalie shouted coming up behind him where he had buised himself with chopping wood for the fire.

He jumped causing him to drop the axe to the ground. Then quietly, whispering it, Jasper asked, "What Rose?" His voice was very weak. He turned around to face his cousin.

"You're sleeping in the tent." With that said she turned around and walked towards her dad.

Jasper stood shaking his head for a minute while his heart restarted, then turned, picked up the axe and continued cutting logs.

"Dad, I'm going for a walk." Rose took off running through the other mostly empty campsites.

"Ok, Honey." When he looked up Rose was already out of site. Her father shrugged and went back to blowing up an air mattress.


Rose walked in a straight line until she came to a small shack marked, "bathroom."

The place was in shamble so Rose decided she didn't want to know tha the place looked like on the inside, until she absolutely had to.

Glancing around she saw a small house with a sign that said, "Office."

Then Rose heard a beautiful sound. She had heard it before of course, but something always drew her to it.

She had always enjoyed playing in the small rivers leading to beaches of La Push.

She pushed her way through a few bushes and stepped onto a rock that overlooked…the river.

It was very shallow. In fact in some places, the stones were dry. The sun shining on it was beautiful, as the water glimmered, rushing on its way.

The magical moment lasted only so long before Rosalie discovered another thing that went hand in hand with rivers, ponds, lakes, and any other body of water, Bugs!

"Oh my GOSH! EW! Get away!" She stumbled back through the bushes and found her way back to camp.

When she got there dinner was being made.

Checking her watch she saw that it was only 3:30 in the afternoon.

"What are you doing?" Rosalie asked her mom.

"Well, making dinner. Why?"

Rosalie watched her mom put some raw chicken tenders into a big dutch oven and then pull out several glass bottles of rootbeer.

"Well…it's only 3:30, dinner is never until 6, usually."

"Yes, but when you're camping and you're cooking your food over coals you hasve to start hours before."

Her father grabbed a pair of tongs and grabbed some small black bricks that seemed to slowly be turning white in the fire pit.

Rosalie turned to Jasper so he could help her explain to her parents how absurd this was, but then she saw Jasper cutting carrots, peeling potatoes, cutting the potatoes, and opening a can of cream of chicken soup. He poured all the ingredients into a dutch oven, mixed them around and said, "Ok, the veggies are ready."

Her father walked over grabbed the handle and then hobbled it over to the firepit. He set it on some of the coals and loaded other coals on top of the dutch oven lid with the tongs.

"Jasper, prepare some more coals."

Jasper nodded and set about his task.

Rosalie turned around to get a bottle of rootbeer. Her jaw dropped however to see all the bottles empty.

"What happened to the rootbeer?" She asked her mother.

"Oh, it's in with the chicken. The chicken has to marinate." He mother said hefting the lid onto the dutch oven. Then she called her husband over, who carried it over to some coals and set some on the lid. "Now to make my peach cobbler."

Rosalie gave an exasperated sigh, grabbed her mp3 and sat down in a camping chair, set up around the fire pit.

She jammed the earphones in turned it on and played some mellow music so she could drft off to sleep, she liked naps.

Had she stayed awake a few minutes longer, she might've see a red truck pull into a camping spot near the river.


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