As the chapter says, 'A Little Bit of History,' you learn a little bit more about Grace. There's a Flashback, that's all in Italics... However there is a part that's not but it's still apart of the flashback, you'll know what I mean when I get to that part. This chapter isn't quite as long as the others.
Chapter 3: A Little Bit of History
I finished moving the rest of my things into the little house on the treaty line around three in the morning. I only had to move a couple things like my microwave, the loveseat for the living room, stove, washer and dryer, blankets and other bed supplies, cleaning supplies, food, and collections of books, movies, and board games. I decided when I called the landlord later that afternoon I would tell her to keep or sell the beds and television set since I already had those things here.
I was waiting for the sun to rise as I examined the outside of the house. It looked small from the outside, but could easily fit 40 people inside. The siding had a wood pattern to it making it look like a log cabin. In the back there was a large window with a sliding glass door which looked out into the woods. The window from the living room was a large bay window that looked out onto the porch. The porch held at least 15 people sitting down and another six standing up. There was a small table, three wicker chairs, and a swing placed very orderly on said porch. I'm sure that everything was bought and put in the house over the years while I wasn't staying here; I didn't even know there was a house here until I moved back three years ago and Old Quil handed me a letter my parents wanted me to have.
I walked into a bookstore that I thought should sell a book about the Quileute history. "Hello?" I called out as I stood waiting for someone to show up behind the corner.
"Hello, how may I help you today?" said a man from behind me. By the sound of his voice I knew he was an older man.
"I need a book about the Quileute history for a paper I have to write. I accidentally let it slip that I have Quileute ancestors while at school today and now I'm here," I said to him as he walked around the counter.
"You have Quileute ancestors?" he asked, a little bit confused.
"Uhm, yes I do… My parents moved to New York when I was little and they never told me anything about the tribe or history," I said. "I really wish they had, and then I wouldn't be looking for a book in order to write a last minute paper."
"Well we don't have any books about the Quileute history, unfortunately, but if you tell me your name I could give you the address of someone who you could talk to," he said sweetly.
"I'm Grace Meyers," I said. "And if you don't mind me asking, you are?"
"Okay Grace, I'm Quil, but since there are three, or rather two since my son passed away, Quils so you can call me Old Quil," he replied with an expression of shock covering his face. "And I had a sister, Mary, who married someone with the last name of 'Meyers.' Her and her husband, Jeff, died when they were out one night. They had a little girl with the same name as you; she was 17 when they died. No one ever heard from her after their funeral," he said looking at my face and examining my features. Then his expression changed from shock to realization. "You know, I think I have something that I can give you." He turned around and grabbed something out of an old lockbox. It looked like an old envelope. "Here you go," he said handing it over to me.
I looked at him with a questioning looking, "What do you want me to do with this?"
"Open it, of course."
I did as he said and read the letter,
Dear Grace,
If you're reading this than you've returned to La Push after probably 40 or 50 years… We just want to say we're sorry that this happened and if we could we would change everything. The man who gave you this letter is your Uncle Quil; you should remember him from when you were growing up. Your father and I built you a house when you were ten years old right before we moved to New York. That house is sitting on the treaty line that your father and Quil would tell stories about around the campfire. We want you to live in that house for you to be safe and to keep the rest of La Push safe. Billy Black, who should be old enough by the time you get this, should be able to explain to you why the house is there if you ever want to know; he got a letter for himself too and I trust his parents and Quil, Sr. told him everything as well. And if you're reading this then you obviously know we're gone, but we want you to know that we love you. We always did, what happened was an accident and it could have happened to anyone.
Love always,
Mom and Dad; Mary and Jeff.
"So you're telling me that you already know everything?" I asked as my eyes started to swell with tears.
Old Quil quickly grabbed my hand to comfort me, "Yes. There were things that your mother told me and she wrote everyone letters right before you all moved, but told us not to read them unless your parents died."
"But you know what I am?" I asked again.
"Yes, I know that you're a vampire…" he stated talking in a whisper now.
"If the treaty is real, does that mean I have to stay out of La Push now? I mean this is where my only family is" I asked curiously.
"No, you're allowed here. You don't look like you hunt humans by the color of your eyes and since I can hear your heartbeat you're only half anyway," he said smiling at me.
The sun had risen and I went back inside to shower and get ready for school. Once I was ready I got into my little Corolla and drove down the man made path to the highway. There was little traffic since it was still early and I decided to drive slower to school since I rarely ever took this route. Pretty soon I was pulling into the parking lot of the high school and parked next to shiny Volvo. That must be the Cullen's car… I've never seen it before, I thought to myself.
You would be correct, Grace, replied a voice that I assumed belong to Edward. When I looked over to my left, I saw him smiling and looking in my direction. I decided to get out of the car to ask them how their first day went.
"Hey guys," I said, "how was your first day yesterday?"
I heard everyone reply with something different, "Okay," "Boring," "Wonderful," and even "Good." The only one who didn't seem to answer was Jasper who looked, and sounded like, he was trying to concentrate on something very important.
Alice floated over to me, holding hands with Jasper, and asked, "You're sitting with us for lunch today right?"
"I told you I would yesterday, I never delay a rain check," I replied smiling. I heard the first bell that signaled we had ten minutes left and walked away to find Kevin, Dennis, or Marissa before first period.
It really wasn't the best chapter to me... But now you know Grace is a halfie--but why and how? This chapter was also hard because in Chapter Two Grace had talked to Billy about how her parents knew what was going to happen and I kept wanted Quil to tell her in her flashback. Oh, and I know that I said "I only had to move a couple of things" and went on to name a lot of stuff, well that's because I realized it said that she finished moving at Three in the morning, if she's only moving a microwave then why would it take so long? Anyway, review and tell me how I'm doing? Any type of review is welcomed, you can even tell me you absolutely hate it... I prefer that you don't but if you really have the desire to, then fine.
