La Push was impressively small and wet. But the rain didn't bother me much, never had. Mum had shipped me off to Aunt Vita, a rounded woman whom I had only met few times, after she decided to have a mid-life crisis at the age of thirty-three, she wanted to be young again. Young people didn't have seventeen-year-old daughters, so I had to go.

I was stuck.

I couldn't legally go anywhere on my own. But you know, I was cool enough to break the law – thug life and such. But not really as I felt bad for Vita, whose name I couldn't help but pronounce in a German accent. Only in my head though, I mean the pronouncing her name in a German accent, not feeling bad for her. I felt bad for her because she really didn't have a say. My mum was unswayable.

The beach is lovely. That is, once you can see through the rain, which I can't. Although I liked the rain, I also liked to be able to see where I'm going while walking to school, seeing as I walked into poles and trees and such several times. After my leisurely stroll along the La Push foreshore, I eventually found my way to the high school, which, apart from being exceptionally small, looked rather quaint and picturesque – you know, after you see through the rain, which you can't.

The receptionist was a large man who obviously took time to comb his handlebar moustache in the morning; I complimented him on how extraordinarily lovely it looked.

He fiddled with his moustache, giving me a rough glare as though he thought I was making fun of him, which I kind of was.

"Here," He said, thrusting a sheet of paper in my face, "Is your class schedule and map."

"Thank you so much," I said flatly as I watched the sheet of paper float the floor

He gave me a sneer, "Don't get lost!"

Although it sounded like he very much so wanted me to get lost and possibly drown in some mud or whatever. I gave him a smug grin, "I'll be sure to find you to help me out."

Adios old man, I thought bitterly as flung open the office door with a bit too much force, causing it to fly into a wall and make a very loud sound indeed. It was the beginning of a particularly strange day, and what a perfect way to begin.

The high school was old, quaint even, and held a small populace of students and teachers. I found it quite nice, comforting even, after coming from such a large city. Almost every teacher introduced me to the class, as if it we were in grade school, which was far from pleasant. In Literature the teacher warned the other students to be nice to me and make me feel welcome, it made me want to slap her over the back of the head.

Everybody seemed fairly normal, well except for that boy in Literature who had dropped his pen just so he could stare at me, mouth gaping, eyes wide. I gave him a funny look and took my place in the back row, feeling super cool.

The boy continued to steal glances of me at lunch and I watched him, one eyebrow raised as I sat next to my companion for the day, a girl named Suzie. She had long strawberry-blonde hair that she wore in a ponytail. She kept having to push her glasses up.

The silence was killing me.

I turned to her, and very casually said, "I had a cat called Suzie once."

She gave me a glare and a little huff; something that I wasn't aware actual people did, before throwing her bag over her shoulder and stomping off. I blinked, unfazed, before turning back to my chips, a healthy choice, obviously.

"Oh!" I looked up dropping a handful of chips I had been planning to shovel into my mouth. I threw my hands behind my back trying to look like I wasn't about to do what I actually was about to do, "Er, hello."

I realized it was the boy who had been staring at me.

He grinned, "Hi, I'm Brady."

"Anya." I said politely, tilting my head to one side

"Nice name. It sounds Russian." He shrugged twiddling, yes, twiddling, his fingers together

I quirked an eyebrow, "What on earth would make you even- ugh just how is that…"

He blinked twice and clasped his hands together, giving me a dopey smile, "Don't worry, the USSR are cool."

"I don't mean to burst your bubble," I frowned, scratching my head, "But the USSR don't quite exist anymore."

His mouth dropped open, "Seriously!"

Jesus Christ, he was an idiot. But a cute one at that.

Oh no, stop hormonal Anya – I thought we had you rehabilitated. This wasn't good, more not good for him – Brady, the boy with floppy black hair and warm brown eyes, as hormonal Anya was truly a sexual predator sometimes.

"Erm, yes." I commented, keeping very careful not to accidently say something about making-out

He laughed at himself, it was a wolfy bark, but it was carefree. It was pleasant.

"Oh I really should have known that, shouldn't of I?" He murmured shaking his head

I giggled, which was embarrassing to say the least. I don't usually giggle.

His eyes lit up at the sound, it made me confused.

"So," I glanced around the cafeteria, "What do you guys do for fun around here?"

"Well," He grinned, "Now that you're hanging out with me, you're instantly cool. But what is there to do? Hiking, beaching it up? If you can be bothered driving into Port Angles there's probably a lot more to do there."

I frowned, "Are you kidding?"

He looked thoughtful, "Should I be?"

I rolled my eyes and got up as I heard the bell ring, "I was hoping so."

"Can I walk you to your class?" He asked innocently

Brady was genuinely one of the nicest people I had ever met. He walked me to all my classes, animated with chatter, and he even walked me home. I usually liked a fair bit of solitude but it was different – Brady didn't annoy the shit out me. Not once. I even found him quite… sweet. He obviously liked to please people, which I wasn't complaining about, I had actually made a friend.

"See you tomorrow, right?" Brady asked, lingering at my doorstep

I grinned, "Yeah buddy. Want to walk me to school?"

He looked delighted, relieved even, "Yes! Yeah, I mean, you know – whatever." He did a bit of an awkward shuffle, "I'll be here at about eight twenty-ish, that is unless you're a diligent school girl and feel like being there on time…"

"Baby I walk on the wild side." I said as cool as possible, which wasn't very cool at all

He nodded seriously, "Eight then."

I rolled my eyes and gave him a wave before going inside. Vita (German, ja!) was already home, in fact she probably hadn't left home seeing as she works from home.

"Good day at the office?" I asked sarcastically

"Mmm," She nodded, matching my sarcastic tone, "Keith from accounts has just been on my back."

"God it must suck not to work from home." I sighed, still sarcastically, as I went to get a glass of water

I actually liked Vita, she was kind of the cool aunt that I had never met – she was a graphic designer, had the best food and could use sarcasm well. It was an easy living arrangement.

"Want me to cook tonight?" I asked (I didn't usually cook but I thought it was best not be myself – usually a lazy unmotivated lump who did nothing)

"Could you?" She pleaded, "This is due tomorrow and I'm having a bit of trouble."

I nodded and settled on making mac and cheese, a.k.a the only thing I knew how to make.

"Chef in the making." She grinned as I handed her the bowl

"Eat it wisely," I warned, "I spent all day slaving over a hot stove just to make you that."

She winked.

I think living in this cold, wet town might just work out after all, to be honest.

Authors Note: Thoughts on Anya? She's a little annoying isn't she? Don't worry, i'm hoping both Anya and I mature as this story progresses. I like Vita too, she's like the cool aunt i wasn't blessed enough to have. Is it kind of bad that I like my characters? Probably. I'll try to throw someone annoying in there so i don't seem like such a bad writer (which i am.)