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It's never too late to turn it back around
Yeah I know you can
Don't bury your demons deep in the ground
When it all falls down
The only way is up, up, up
The only way is up, up...

Up (feat. Jessie J) by James Morrison

I woke on my first morning in La Push to pretty sunshine.

Immediately I leaped out of my bed and grinned proudly as I gazed around my home, most of the boxes unpacked and unloaded. The peaceful quietness of my home was comforting and pleasing in every right way. No one was here to judge me or nag me or label me. The only people here were strangers; I love that word. I love these people. Only because they don't know a thing about me. Perhaps that was the greatest thing about La Push; I was a new, reborn person that not a living soul for miles has ever heard my story or even my name. They couldn't reject me because of my past like so many did back where I was before I fled to Washington.

Strangers could possibly mean future friends. That was what I intended to do after I accomplished daily morning tasks such as a hearty breakfast and getting dressed. I was determined on my goal of meeting someone new.

I stepped out of my house, purse in hand, and walked down the street. I wandered around, attempting to look for the auto shop. I needed a car, bad. I certainly wasn't a totally committed hippie who'd prefer to purchase a bike. Oh hell no.

While I was walking, I felt kinda like an outsider. But it wasn't a bad feeling; as I looked around, I saw people that obviously knew everyone here. Everyone but me. And apparently since this is an extremely small reservation, I was the hot topic. Honestly, I didn't even realize that the locals had already sniffed around and found out that they had a new neighbor.

There was something particularly odd about everyone I saw; not exactly a physical thing, but more of a feeling. Like the one you get when you think someone's watching you. My feeling wasn't that they were watching me, I could see that obviously, but it was that everyone around me knew something I didn't.

Strange feeling.

I bit my lip and looked down at the ground, walking a little faster. I couldn't decide if I felt stupid for not knowing or just stupid for feeling like this. Speak of being stupid, I almost ran into a young, pretty blond. She seemed in a hurry, and she had on a sweatshirt on cut off jean shorts.

She looked completely different than the other tan, dark haired residents, but somehow she seemed to still fit along in with the rest. That was really weird.

"I am so, so sorry," I say quickly, hoping that I wouldn't get myself into a cat fight.

Her eyes were guarded as they assessed me, narrowing slightly.

"You're the new girl."

That was all that came out of her. You're the new girl. Was that all I was going to be in this place? The new girl? The new gossip? I really didn't want to be in a real life version of Desperate Housewives or that stupid new Suburgatory show. I mean, the whole damn reason I came to this place was because it seemed exactly the opposite.

I couldn't decide how to respond fast enough because she spoke again before I could get myself together.

"Don't worry about everyone staring. They just like to make sure you aren't...bad news." She seemed as if that meant something other than just a punk who'd spray paint the local property. Something worse.

"I am not even capable of hacking someone's Facebook account." I didn't even process what I was saying to her; I completely regretted it afterwards. I guessed she was annoyed, but instead, a small smile lifted up the corners of her perfect lips. I almost fainted in relief.

"Well then you'll be fine. Don't worry about the gang. You'll have no trouble with them as long as you stay in line."

Gang? What the hell?

She suddenly tensed and her eyes shifted towards the woods behind me. And then, just like that, she walked faster than I could turn to watch her go.

I was stupefied. Something was seriously screwing with my head today. Or maybe I was just being an idiot, I mean, she could have just been joking about the gang and she probably had better things to do than to sit and chat with the new girl.

Desperately wanting to recover, I decided I'd act as if that didn't just happen.

I went on my way into the main part of La Push, where most of the first residents' homes were located and where everything was based. As I entered the center hot spot of the reservation, another weird situation slammed into me like a rolling boulder.

There were attractive, extremely muscular young men. And I'm talking not just three, but more like seven or eight, all grouped together, talking to each other lowly. Each and every one of them was different yet the same, and they all had the same tattoo on their shoulders.

Hot damn.

I couldn't help but stare at them. They were so freaking hot. It was like being shoved into a blazing oven. Yeah, seriously hot.

At the same time, the whole group of guys turned and looked at me. They all had different expressions and I couldn't exactly look at every one of them because I had already shifted my gaze; my cheeks were burning red. I really was an idiot.

I heard a rumble of boyish laughter and chuckles and as I quickly walked by, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and spotted one of the young men. He was the most gorgeous of all. Just out of the quick glance I captured his breath taking ocean blue eyes, and his sandy colored hair. He was practically fit to be an angel.

Trying to escape the group of sexy models who were still laughing at me, I finally found shelter in the local convenient store. The cash register was a young woman with long black hair, and tan rustic skin. Her face, however, was what caught me off guard. It had looked like she had been mauled by the biggest set of claws in the entire animal kingdom; gasping quietly I ducked into one of the aisles.

So much for trying to fit in.

Haha poor Izzie is being bombarded! :) finna, if you haven't had already guessed, the blond and the sandy haired boy are your characters;) I really hope you all have being enjoying Izzie's journey into La Push so far. Once she starts to really interact with everyone, it'll be a whole lot more interesting! Xoxoxo

-FI