The next thing I knew I was asleep. My dream was very strange, completely creeping me out but I didn't wake up. In my dream I saw a group of men or boys. I couldn't figure it out. Some of them looked like men, some like gangly teenage boys. They all stood there, the older one more muscular then the others. They all had russet skin and they were standing like if you looked at them wrong they would put your face in, in 1 second. I shrank in a corner by the 2 trees in a little ball. Then I felt a warm touch on my arm. I looked up to see a boy. He looked vulnerable his eyes saddened. "Uh?" I murmured.
Then I woke up. I bended forward, running my hands through my bangs. We were already in Washington, in a small town called Forks. I sighed deeply and said "Are we almost there?" "Yes, Crystal we are." My Dad replied. "Oh!" I gasped. I looked out the window to see a wall of green. Trees. We made it to La Push and I opened my window and stuck my head out to feel the breeze. My bangs flew out of the way of my fore head and so did my hair. The breeze felt nice stinging my face and made my eyes water but I could care less. We passed a beautiful beach and I pulled out my phone and started taking pictures of everything I saw. Then we came to a stretch of small houses each made of wood. We got to the end of a street after many twists and turns and there was a small 2 story house. We pulled into that house's driveway.
"Here we are Luna, Our new home." My Tia (Aunt) exclaimed. I've lived with my aunt and uncle ever since I was born. To my birth parents I was a mistake. So when I was born my mother escaped out of the window with my father leaving me alone. My aunt came by later that day and saw that I was abandoned, so she took me home and raised me as her own flesh and blood not her niece. So I mostly call her mom and my Tio (Uncle) dad.
I walked into the house, it was nice and cozy. A small fire place in the little living room, I went up the stairs and found a room that was just right for me. It had a bay window that showed trees and a bit of the beautiful beach I had seen on the way to the house. The walls were painted light purple and it looked great. There was a small bathroom right by my room. Everything looked clean, like the people who lived here cleaned it up before we got here.
I grabbed all my boxes and furniture after many trips. I had set them upstairs and started to unpack. I plugged in my stereo and played some music by Ramones. I set every thing up, putting my old curtains on the bay window. I put sheets on my bed and added my Hello Kitty covers. I put up all my little doodles and pictures of my relatives and cousins all over my room. I added all of my books on my bookshelf. My books about mystery, ghost, vampires, wolves, my favorite series The Vampire Diaries,and Ghoastgirl.
I put my sketchbooks in the drawers of my bookshelf as well as my art supplies. I put all of my clothes in my closet. My jeans in the bureau. I set my bag wall to wall posters of Billie Hoe Armstrong where he was laying on a bed with his shirt open. The wall behind him says 'Haz Amor y no la guerra' make love not war. All of my walls had pictures I have drawn of movies or of my favorite singers.
I was finished somewhere around 7:30 at night since I wasn't distracted. I decided to take all the boxes downstairs. "Ma! Dad! I finish" I was cut short when I saw we had company.
Sorry I know this is somewhat of a cliffhanger but I need to relax my hands. So just review
