Quick note: I know its cheesy to say, but this chapter is kinda just a filler, the story will pick up and get better, this is my first fanfic so any advice would be much appreciated!!

Thanks, Nikki ;)

Chapter 1: Foster Care

APOV

I watched out the car window as the sky grew steadily darker. We had been driving for about an hour since leaving the airport, and all I had seen was trees. The flight from San Diego to Seattle had been dull, with Catherine, my delightful social worker, asking me how I was feeling every five minutes. I hadn't been in any pain since we had left the hospital thanks to the medication my doctor had supplied; my ribs were healing well and the stitches on my forehead would be removed in a week, but I still couldn't sleep.

"We're here," Catherine said, parking the small sedan outside of a modest white house. I stepped out onto the gravel driveway and slung my solitary bag onto my shoulder. Catherine led the way towards the house, and as we approached the front door, a burst of color caught my eye. I looked up into the most vibrant and full flowerbed I had ever seen, every blossom had been tended and loved and cared for in a way I had never known. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Ready Andy?" I jumped at Catherine's question, being pulled out of the trance that the flowers had put me in. I nodded and prepared mentally to meet my new foster-mom. This was not the first time I had been placed in foster care in my thirteen years, but this would probably be the longest time that I was away from my parents. They had gotten themselves arrested and sent to prison for a minimum of two years for selling drugs out of our cramped apartment. It was sad, but I always cherished the time I spent with my surrogate families, however brief, because it gave me a break from the harshness of my regular life. My parents were very young when I was born, and neither of them finished high school. So, what were two stupid teenagers to do with no help, no money, no education, and one screaming infant? That's right, start pushing ecstasy to junior high kids. So when Catherine rang the doorbell of the house where I would spend my next few years, I already knew the drill; keep quiet, be helpful, and stay out of the way as much as possible.

The woman that answered the door looked like she had once been breath taking, but time had taken its toll on her. Her russet skin and long raven hair told the story of her ancestry, and her face was wrinkled, the creases deepening as she smiled.

"Hello Catherine, it's nice to see you again," she said shaking the social worker's hand before turning her penetrating onyx eyes on me. "And you must be Andy. My name is Hannah," she smiled even wider, if possible, and I couldn't help but give a small smile back.

"Well Andy, I have to get back to Seattle before dark, so I guess this is the end of our little adventure. Don't forget, I've scheduled you an appointment to see the local doctor to remove your stitches on Tuesday," Catherine gave Hannah a meaningful look before giving me a quick one-armed squeeze and getting back into the car. I had seen that look given to most of the people who took care of me. It screamed, "She's damaged, poor thing." I hated that look.

"Come on in Darlin', dinner will be ready pretty soon," Hannah motioned for me to follow her into the small house. Once inside, Hannah led the way upstairs and down a short hallway to my room. I wasn't surprised by the warmth that I felt in Hannah's presence; her lovely flowers were a testament to her caring nature.

"Make yourself at home dear and come on down when you've unpacked. It's just you and me, so we can eat whenever you're ready." She gave me another quick smile before closing the door behind her. I looked around the small room, taking in every detail I could; the window with its faded blue curtains, the old desk and dresser that had their fair share of dents, and the twin bed in the corner, covered with a homemade quilt. I sat on that bed trying very hard not to cry. I had never had my own room before. When I lived at home, I had to sleep in the living room on the couch, and whenever I was in foster care I shared a room with the other kids. But here, it was just me and Hannah, a lady who seemed too kind to be true. I stood up, willing the tears not to come, and crossed the room to open the window to the warm July air. I looked out into the small backyard and the woods beyond it. If I had to be anywhere for the next three years, La Push wasn't looking too bad.

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