The sunlight came streaming in, ugh it feels like I just put my head down. I allowed myself to make a loud animalistic sound as I stretched, a nice big Coke and a stack of pancakes sound good right now. Too bad we don't have anything to make pancakes with… I hopped out of bed and scurried over to my bathroom, I'll never get over just how demanding my bladder is in the morning. After I brushed my teeth and washed my face I got dressed in sweats and headed downstairs. My dad is letting us skip school today since it's a Friday but we will all start school on Monday.

I've always been good at academics but I'm socially awkward. I'm not the type that plays well with others. I'm not even mean or anything, it's just always been hard keeping friends with all of my family stuff. The rare times I do have social interaction, I either say the wrong thing or spill something on someone. I'm not the klutziest person in the world, but if there's something to spill or drop it'll be by my hands. So I'm not excited that here, there's only thirty five kids in my grade level.

From the bottom of the stairs I could smell Grandpa's special blend of coffee. He mixes a little of this and that, with three different types of coffee beans. It's the strongest and probably the worst tasting coffee I've ever had the pleasure of consuming but I'm addicted to it. I've been drinking it since I was ten years old and it probably has stunt my growth and is the reason why I'm only four feet and eleven inches tall. I walked into kitchen and headed over to stove where the coffee was brewing in Grandpa's yellow percolator. The thing is so old, that every now and then it's lid will open and spray steam at you. I'm pretty sure God, himself gave it to my grandfather.

I looked at the clock, it's just passed seven o'clock, ugh why am I up so early? I turned the fire off on the stove and made my way back to my room. As I made way to the staircase I could heard Grandpa's tv on down the hall. He was in the military for eighteen years so every morning at four thirty he gets up, walks a mile or so, comes back, has a piece of toast and drinks coffee until seven. He never strays from his routine, he never takes one day off to sleep in. Ever. When I got into my room I slithered directly into my bed, head first holding my coffee a safe distant away in order to avoid any spillage. I sat my coffee down on the trunk at the foot of my bed and began flipping through a magazine.

I was reading an article about the top ten sexiest shirts to wear when someone knocked softly on my door. I got up and as I stepped away to open the door I tripped on my knotted bedsheets. Shit. So much for having a accident free morning. I opened it and Grandpa was staring at me, from the look he was giving me I could tell he wanted to talk about something important. "What's the matter?" I asked, opening the door so he could step in. He took a seat on my white, leather makeup chair that was positioned at the left of my bed. I chose to plop down on the corner of my bed, folding my legs underneath me.

"So do you want me to tell you what your future is going to be?" He asked, extending his feet out in front of of him. A grin spread across my face. We've been playing this game since I was able to answer him back.

"No, but tell me if I am going to have a good day."

He mirrored my grin, "So we have some things to talk about."

"Things like what?"

"Well, remember those stories I used to tell you? The ones that Erlinda used to tell me?" For some reason whenever he said her name, he sounded like he was cursing the entire world. The stories he was asking about, were Quileute tales. I remember only bits and pieces. Fantasies and myths never interest me, I live in a fantasy world already. I don't need my head filled with talking rabbits or imaginary giants living on clouds.

"Vaguely, I remember some lady, a wolf, and I want to say fox. Toad? Squirrel?" I squinted in frustration, make believe faces I've never seen before flashed through my mind as I tried to remember the stories.

He snorted at me, "I'm not an expert but I think that's not even remotely around the right answer. Anyway," he shrugged, picking off a stray lint ball from off his shoulder. It was no bigger than a a point of a ball point pen, I watched it as it floated to the floor. "Turns out there is an important story in there somewhere." He moved his arms around, "I'm not sure if I should really be the one to tell you it again because I'm sure I'm missing a few key details and I'm really sure that Erlinda wants to be the one tells you. In fact, I'm sure it would be a disappointment for her to know you already know about them." He went on, taking a few moments to catch his breath.

"But it's only fair that I tell you since she knows about you."

My jaw fell open, "Please don't tell me what I think you're hinting at."

"Now, don't get you're hair knotted up in a fan. She already knew about me so she wasn't that surprised about you." He got up to face the window.

"But me and you are different, we don't have that much in common in that area." By area, I mean witchcraft. Yes, you heard it first right here folks. I, Selene Villalobos, am a witch. Like full on; potion making, curse giving (even though I try not to that often,) fire bending, making things move with my mind witch. I'm you're extraordinary Spell Speaker while my grandfather is a Seer. He can see the future, he's the reason why I am the way that I am. I inherited the 'magic gene' from him, he got it from his mother who could control the weather and make the strongest love potions out of anyone in Mexico. Not like there is a lot of people lining up to make love potions, but it's still something to brag about. I don't think my mom had any powers for some strange reason it skipped her.

Or at least he or my dad never said anything about her doing…anything. "So, why exactly did you tell her about me?" I felt like he was trying to start a debate with me to distract me from the main issue.

"Right." He shook his head, looking slightly defeated. "Back to that, see there's a few stories you should pay special attention to. I think tonight, someone is going tot talk about one or two of them. So definitely pay attention." He sounded like a teacher scolding s five year old for writing on the walls in crayon.

I titled my head, "I hope you know I really hate when you speak in riddles. But, since you brought up this afternoon's festivities are you excited about the barbecue?"

He huffed, "I speak in riddles to get back at you for being so annoying." He tossed pillow at me, I giggled snagging it out of the air before it hit me in the face. "Anyway you should get to the store, besides not having anything to eat in this place there's not much tea either." Ugh, way to change the subject Grandpa.

I not only went to the store and stocked up for two weeks I even got ingredients to make Pecan Bars to take this evening. We are going to Billy Black's house, whoever that is. We've been in town for two days and still hadn't meant any of the locals. So the only person whose name I know is the girl who checked me out at the grocery line, whose name is Kim. The only conversation I've had has been , "You're total is $128.73,' 'thank you,' and 'have a good day.' Even though it was an exciting experience I want a little bit more a stimulating conversation.

I'm beyond excited about seeing new faces. After the grocery store I spent the afternoon baking and watching Grandpa yell about every little inconvenience. Around four o'clock the movers finally arrived with our living room and dining room furniture. Somehow they managed to get everything safe and unscathed from Nevada to Washington. But, the moment they stepped in our house they dropped the small, antique bar my dad's had forever causing one of the back legs to buckle and snap in half. My dad is going to bust a vein when he's sees it, eesh!

The time seemed to drag on, but finally when it came time to go upstairs and change for the barbecue the butterflies in my stomach began to grow. So many faces, so many adventures, and even meeting my grandmother for the first time….I don't even think my grandfather can predict what's going to happen tonight.