"Last call for flight A-900 to Olympia, Washington," the announcer said.
"C'mon mom! We're gonna be late!" I yelled back to my mom as I ran down the hallway to our flight. I pushed through people, and regrettably pushed some down, but what could I do? We were going to be late for our plane!
After I turned the corner, I ran up to the flight attendant and gave her my ticket. She let me through the gate, and I looked back to see my mom right behind me. I walked down the ramp and onto the small plane. It was much smaller than some other ones that I've been on, but I guess Washington's just not a very popular place. I picked up my carry on and put it in the compartment overhead just as my mom was getting on the plane.
After letting my mom get in our row, I sat down in the aisle seat and pulled my ITouch out of my brown pocketbook. Putting in my headphones, I turned it on and heard the acoustic guitar of Rise Against's song Swing Life Away. Listening to the music, I fell asleep.
My mom woke me up when the plane landed, and we got our luggage afterwards. We got our rental car (we had to get one until our own car arrived) and hopped in it. My mom started the car, and drove out of the airport.
"Honey, I have to tell you something," my mom said after driving in the car for a few hours, her hand fidgeting on the steering wheel.
"Yeah?"
"You're going to be living with you brother and his fiancee in his house on the reservation until I can get some logistics down with the house that we bought. Is that alright?"
"Sure mom. I'm fine with that." I could hear her sigh in relief.
"You'll still be going to the Fork's High School. I don't want you to have to switch schools as soon as we both move into the house that we bought." She sounded much happier than she was before.
"Alright. Is Sam gonna drive me there?"
"I think so. If not, I'm sure that he'll find someone too."
I nodded my head, and looked out the window. The sky was getting darker and darker by the second, and it looked like it was about to rain. Shit. I couldn't leave the car if it was raining! I really hoped that we got there soon.
"We're here," my mom said as she pulled into a driveway.
I smiled and laughed silently to myself. Wish granted, and I thanked whoever was up there that granted me my wish. I pushed open the door and climbed out of the car. I went back to the trunk, opened it up, and took out all of my suitcases. There was a total of seven, so we made two trips. I carried three and my pocketbook, while my mom carried the other four.
I looked up at the brown, wooden house that I would be living in for who knows how long. It looked like a cozy home, so I was happy with it so far. I hated big houses. They just gave me this really bad feeling because there was so much room in it, and you might never know who else was in it.
We made our way to the door, only finding our way by the lone light that shone from the porch. We walked up the steps, and I rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, a black-haired girl opened the door. I couldn't see half of her face, because she was facing the other way, but she seemed beautiful.
"Hi! You must be Hayley and Ms. McCant. I'm Emily," she introduced as she turned to face us.
That's when I saw the three large scars that ran down her face. I stared at them for a second, but then turned my eyes away from them. I felt so bad for her! That must be horrible to live with, and if everyone stared at them when she met them, that would be even worse.
It seemed like she noticed though, and she said, "I had an accident a while back, and the scars never fully healed."
My hand flew straight to my mouth. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stare or anything. I'm really sor..."
"Don't worry about it," she said with a smile. "Let's get you inside before the rain starts. It really pours here."
My mom and I walked inside the house and put my luggage down next to the door. We then walked into the kitchen, and I could smell amazing food being cooked.
"That smells really good," I said to Emily.
"Thanks. It'll be ready in a few minutes," she said. Then she turned up the the staircase and yelled, "Sam! Get down here! They're here!"
Loud steps resonated throughout the house as my older brother came tumbling down the stairs. He turned into the kitchen and a big smile broke out on his face.
"Sam!" I squealed. I ran over to him and jumped on him. His arms held onto my body as he kept me in the air and returned my hug.
"Hey Hayley," he said in my hair, and I could hear the smile on his face. "How've you been?"
He let go of me and my feet touched the floor. "I've been great! How've you been? Did you go on steroids or something?" I asked, punching him in the arm as I looked at how buffed up he got.
"That's good. And I've been great. And no. I've just worked out a lot lately," he laughed.
"Working out can get you muscles that big? Jeez, how long have you been working out for?" I said as I stared at his muscles. They was no way that he got that much muscle just by working out, especially since he was defiantly not like this when I last saw him, and that was only a few months ago!
"Few months. I started right after you left actually."
"Nice. It payed off, I can tell you that."
He smile down at me, and then went over to my mom. "Hey mom," he said, giving her a hug. Even though she wasn't technically his mom anymore, he still thought of her as it. "How've you been?"
"I've been good," she said. "I'm really sorry to cut this short, but I have to be somewhere soon. Hopefully I'll be back soon, though." She walked towards that door and opened it, letting in the cold wind. "Bye everyone!"
"Bye!" we all said as she walked out the door.
"So watcha been up to, sis?" he said as he rubbed my head.
"Oh, you know, nothing much. Just getting by," I said as I got away from him and walked towards the door where my stuff was. "Sam! Where do you want my stuff?"
"Here, I'll take it all," he said as he walked out of the kitchen and to hall.
"No way. I've got some of it." Instead of letting me help, he gathered up all of my suitcases but one and took them up the stairs easily.
"If you could take the last one up, that would be great Hale."
I looked up at him in shock. There was no way that he could carry all of those up! In a daze, I took my other suitcase and lugged it up the stairs. I heard Sam put my other suitcases down, so I followed the noise and walked into the room.
"Here's you room Hale," he said as he put the suitcases down. "It's not much, but you can do whatever you want with it."
I looked around the sea green room and saw that it had light brown wooden shelves on the walls. A double bed lay in the middle with white sheets, and a light brown wooden trunk laid at the edge of the bed. "It's great Sam," I said. "But I have a question."
"Yup?" he said from his spot on the bed.
"How the hell did you carry up six suitcases at once?" I asked, bewildered.
He laughed at my expression on my face, and couldn't keep the smile off his face. Eventually, he made me laugh too. "I told you. I've been working out."
"But even if you've been working out, I'm pretty sure that that is near impossible."
He just shrugged in response. "Don't ask questions. Just be glad that you didn't have to go up and down trying to get your things up here."
"True, I guess."
"Good. Now do you want something to eat or not?"
"Yes!" I yelled, standing up. "I bet I can beat you down there," I said with a smirk on my face.
"Your on!" he yelled and then started racing down the stairs.
"No fair, you got a head start!" I laughed as I chased after him.
