This is set 5 months after Jacob leaves La Push. :) Enjoy!


I saw the simple reflection of my eyes in the glass of my car window, my forehead pressed against it in an attempt to calm the throbbing headache I was experiencing. "Kit, are you okay?" I looked up to see my dad looking back at me from the passenger seat, his lips pressed in a small line. I nodded softly, knocking my forehead on the glass accidentally and wincing. "Ow." I grumbled, lifting my hand to rub across what was surely now a reddened spot on my paper white skin. "You keep doing that and you won't be okay for long." I heard my mom chuckle, as she turned down one of the many different roads… I'd lost track of where we were, thanks to the ever so lovely shrubbery. Why my parents chose to move away from Texas was beyond me, there was so many different types of Native American reservations down there. Why did we have to move and go study another one? The one we lived as was just fine… in fact, it was better than fine. Seventeen years on that reserve, and I had to leave it all behind. My amazing friends, and every piece of life I'd built there with me. Sighing softly, I closed my eyes and let the tears slowly graze down my cheeks wearily. That was gone now, all gone. And it was something I'd have to learn to deal with, no matter how hard it would be. My heart ached at the thought that I had to let my old life go, and replace it with a new one. Filled with cloudiness and rain, and more than likely loneliness. Lonely. The word echoed hauntingly in my head, and I realized I had never been lonely before. I spent seventeen years old the old reservation, I knew everyone by name and I never spent a day just sitting at home alone by myself. Now, I'd probably do that everyday until I was eighteen years old and I had the first chance to run back to Texas. Closing my eyes, I leaned my forehead against the window and drifted into a light sleep.

I was jerked away as the car hit a bump and my forehead banged against the window, and I yelped loudly. DAMMIT! I opened my eyes to take in what I saw now. We were in some type of small town, old looking builds everywhere. The road had turned to dirt now, smooth with a few bumps here and there. I could see a beach in the distance, it seemed to be rather empty than most beaches had been. I saw a few of the people out doing their business, the long dark hair and the golden toned skin bringing back happy memories. My heart leapt slightly, but then dropped as soon as I realized it. These still weren't my people. I was an outsider - as normal as they come… They'd have nothing to come to me for. I looked behind our vehicle and saw the large U-Haul's following behind our car. Sure, we lived on a Native American reservation…, but my parents were basically scientists, studying every little thing about the Native American culture. Religious beliefs, heritage, past rituals and anything about their history they could. Which was published in the many books they wrote about their findings. Therefore, we were wealthy. Great… was I gonna be labeled the rich kid in town now? I huffed in disgust, casting my eyes down until I felt our car come to a stop. I glanced up to see a traditional cabin, gazing over it in scrutiny. It was nice enough, two stories from what I could see… But it wasn't my old home. I opened my car door and climbed out, my arms wrapping around myself quickly. That was why the beach was so empty… It was really chilly here for being so close to California. The movers pulled in behind us, and I reached back in the car and grabbed my small bag and my jacket. I pulled it on quickly and turned back around, finding my parents standing beside me, instructing the movers on what to do first. My mom stopped momentarily and smiled at me, "Kit, why don't you go explore while we get them to move everything inside? There's no reason in you sitting around doing nothing. Maybe you'll meet some of the locals." She smiled reassuringly, and I shrugged slightly and nodded. "I'll have my cell phone with me." I said softly, as I walked past the moving trucks down the driveway… Maybe I'd head back to that beach.

I sat as close as I could to the water, but far enough away where it wouldn't touch me. It was too cold to get wet at all, in my opinion and I didn't wanna shiver anymore than I already was. I pulled my bag into my lap and dug around inside, pulling out a small photo album. Running my fingers across the deer skin cover, I gently flipped it open and was drug back down memory lane. The bright colors and beautiful manes of my dear 'family' brought tears to my eyes. Lukhas and myself, along with Daisy at all ages our of lives. We were happy, no matter what happened. With every picture, another set of tears skimmed down my cheeks. The last picture was our last night together before I moved. It wasn't happy. Everyone had smiles, but you could see the pain in our eyes. They didn't want me to go… And I knew I didn't want to either. But I had no choice in that. They understood it, but it didn't make it any easier. I was so deep in a tearful daze that I didn't hear the pack of boys crunching across the sand, talking softly. Until they stopped close behind me, and I heard someone clear their throat softly. "Hey… are you okay?" I quickly wiped my face and shoved the album in my bag, looking back over my shoulder. They were huge! I saw six of them all together, but I happened to be caught staring at the one in the middle… Who was staring back. And all at once, my whole world stopped.