A/N: This is kind of a filler chapter. It will get more interesting next time. Thanks for the story alerts and review. They are much appreciated. The conversation near the end is based on an actual conversation. It was funnier in real life.

The next day at school was almost exactly the same as the day before. It wasn't the same because I had different lessons, no History, thankfully. It was the same because everybody stared at me. I have never felt more unwelcome in my life. I was half expecting somebody to jump out and yell, "Stay back, you unwanted beast." this did not happen.

I sat with Jenna and her friends at Lunch. Everybody in the school was so close, they grew up together. It made me miss my friends in New York.

After I had eaten my lunch, I went to find my next classroom. I had been late for almost every lesson previously. Next I had Art. I like Art. It comes naturally to me; I can draw and paint well. Something that I can do.

The Art block was just outside the main building. Until the lesson started, I waited outside. There was another good thing about moving here: I wouldn't choke on pollution fumes if I stayed outside too long, or took too deep a breath. In La Push you could really breathe, like in the country.

"Mom?" I asked when I walked through the front door. I wasn't sure what time she was due to finish work. I knew she started at four. In New York she was forever moaning about unreliable shifts. I don't know what the shifts were like. Hell, I don't even know where the Hospital is.

"Erin, I that you sweetie?" she asks.

"No, it is not Erin; it is Erin's secret, evil, twin brother Corpus, out of the Mental Hospital and out to destroy the Maternal body that gave me away!" I said, and then walked into the sitting room.

"Who else would it be?" I ask.

"A robber?" she suggests.

"Calling you 'Mom'?" I ask.

"Point."

"Anyways, how was work?" I ask.

"Good." she nods.

"Can I borrow your car? I wanna go for a drive." I ask.

"Have you got your permit?" she asks.

"Always." I say.

"Keys are on the counter." she says, and then she turns her attention back to the television.

"Thanks," I said.

La Push is a very small reservation. This is why I drove around it a matter of six times. Until it broke.

It was going fine, until it made a tukka tuk sound, and then a thud sound. I got out the car to check it out. I banged the hood with my hand.

"Your going to work for me, aren't you? If you work, I'll but you a nice new paint job. Come on, you can do it," I encouraged, "Work, come on, you know you want to!"

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity." said a male voice behind me. I turned around. I didn't notice who it was.

"I wasn't talking to myself, I was talking to the car." I protested. Right, because that sounds saner.

"Does it speak English?" he asks.

"I never actually thought of that. I'll try French. 'La voiture de travail, le travail!'" I said.

"I thought Volvos were Swedish?" he said.

"Well, I don't know Swedish." I complained.

"What did you do to it?" he asked.

"I didn't do anything. It just went tukka tuk then thud and then it stopped." I said. Feeling smaller.

"Tukka tuk?" he asks, obviously trying not to laugh.

"Tukka tuk. It doesn't matter, it's not my car." I say.

"Right. I'm Jacob Black by the way." he introduces himself.

"I'm Erin Sanders." I introduce myself.