Making decisions was heard and boring, especially the one I had to make, two weeks after I got here to Forks I became bored out of my mind. Furniture I put in the ads were selling slowly and I had a good go at fixing up the garden and cleaning out the attic and garage, I hadn't finished any but I did have a lot of time on my hands as well as a whole room of distractions; the library for instance.
My decisions now came down to three things that would cure the boredom. I could get a job, not the best idea because I could only get a part-time job in this town and I wasn't sure what I wanted to do when I was older. If I didn't have money that would have been a problem, but I'm quite lucky I had smart grandparent; they knew what to do with their money to make it last and knew to save it. Winning lottery also helped.
Getting a job required me to find something I liked doing if I was going to stick it out for a longer period, but it wasn't like I needed the money right away. So another option I came up with was going back to school, it was the more logical choice seeing as I didn't know what I want really, I could get some more qualifications, do some course work and then see what I enjoy doing before I actually get a job I might only stick with for a short while. Option number three was doing both, get a casual position at some store that needed extra help and study at the same time it was kind of win, win, I could save up extra money and study to become something better when I'm older and for if I decide to move back out of Forks.
Further education would be beneficial and more money saved never hurt anyone so I think I'll give it a go and if I feel over whelmed with all the work I can always quit the job and stick with the school the logical choice for me any way. I know a lot of kids my age in the same position would just sit at home and watch TV or play computer games but I really wasn't like kids my age, for one I could change into a bloody giant wolf; I don't think a lot of people could do that if any at all.
It was getting towards lunchtime and I was expecting someone over to look at one of the cabinets I have for sale. The cabinet was old; one my mother bought here in Forks when I was about eight. She had insisted she had to have it placed in the main hall of our old house on the reservation. Thing was we had one similar to it in the same spot and mum had said we needed both even though we didn't, that was the last thing Mum had bought that didn't lead to a fight between her and Dad.
Even though the cabinet was one of Mum's favourites, I couldn't keep it. It was a nice cabinet when she got it but it was even better after Dad and I fixed it up a little, fixing all the small cracks in the wood and reapplying a varnish finish. The cabinet was one of a kind and it had some real sentimental value it reminded me of my mother and that was why it had to go.
The memories were good ones and I know I should hold onto them but life is short and then you die; my parent's death only proved that. I am sitting here at the kitchen table with a fresh mug of coffee and an older book from the library 'crime and punishment' when I hear a sharp knock at the door that brought me out of my musing and back into reality.
Quickly making my way to the front door and opening it, I greeted by my two new guests; both are older gentlemen with only slight grey coming through in their hair, I only noticed because of my keen sight. one stood tall and lean with a moustache and a pale complexion the one thing that stood out was that the man was wearing an officer's uniform.
The man he was with I noticed right away from the russet coloured skin that he was from the reservation over at La Push. I had probably met him when I was younger or something but I couldn't put a name to the face. This man was in a wheel chair and was slightly more heavy-set compared to his officer friend.
"Hello there I'm Charlie Swan, chief of police here in Forks, this is my friend Billy Black, were here about a cabinet" the officer said.
"Hi yeah come right through it's in the family room, I'm Evander by the way" I said as I shook both their hands and led them to where the cabinet was sitting.
"It's in pretty good nick" Mr. Black exclaimed.
I thought was quite odd because he only glanced at the cabinet, instead of paying it attention he was staring at me, eyeing me with suspicion in his eyes.
I tried my best to ignore the man and continued to talk about the object they came here for.
It was in our family only eight years or so, Dad and I did a little work on it but not much, it was in good shape when we bought it from the Williams family, they weren't here long I don't think " I told them trying my best to remember the piece of furniture's short history.
"Well it looks great," Chief Swan, said opening the doors to take a good look inside
"No damage Billy, what do you think will it fit in your lounge room or not?" Charlie asked his friend who wasn't even paying him any attention.
"You are Quileute? Are you?" Mr Black asked me, shocked by his question,
I considered myself more from a European decadent, only because I look more like my mother's side of the family then my father's side. Father's side are decadent from the Quileute tribe but you couldn't tell just from looking at me surely, I might be a little more tanned than most around here but not enough to think I was Quileute even if I was.
I decided it would be polite to answer honestly instead of ignoring him
"My father's side is; my grandfather was the last pure Quileute from my immediate family." I told him.
"And your grandfather would be?"
"Alec Morvay, Sir." Mr Black was nosy and I didn't like it one bit but it's better being polite and answer his question without a fuss so he can just hurry up and leave.
"Ah yes the Morvay's I should have known, sorry about your loss they were kind, how are your parents coping?"
And there is was the question I had never though would come this long after their death, I though everyone knew, I had told everyone I know friends and such but I knew deep down this would happen sooner or later, not everyone could know.
"They died about ten weeks ago, car crash," I told him with an expressionless face. Both Mr Black and Chief Swan looked at me with shock and worry. I almost felt sorry for them.
"I'm sorry I didn't know" Mr Black said with a sympathetic look across his face,
"You're here on your own? What are you seventeen?" Chief Swan asked the Officer in him coming out on duty.
"Sixteen and I'm emaciated"
"Oh ok then well if you ever need anything" Chief Swan said.
"I don't need your sympathy, these things just happen and there out of our hands, there's no point in brooding on it, and you just have to get on with life. Sure it hurts, it hurts like hell but life goes on so please just save it" I stated interrupting anything else Chief Swan was going to say, best get it out there and out-of-the-way, now we can get on to the cabinet.
"I'm not asking for much, I don't think mum paid much anyway so it's like $75 if you want it."
"$75 really it's got to worth what $200 at least" Charlie exclaimed which I was thankful for, he seemed more like the type to push and push in a situation like this but he just brushed it aside. I like Chief Swan for that.
"I'll take it, at that price how could I refuse" Mr Black said as he began to wheel himself to the front entrance.
"I'll have my boy pick it up the salvo," He yelled as he had gotten to the front door and made his way out. Quickly following Chief swan and I made our way after Mr Black.
"Billy? I thought you brought me and the truck so we can get it now if you liked it?" Chief Swan yelled after his friend.
"I changed my mind; it looks too heavy for you and Evander here to carry, I'll get Jacob to do it." Billy said as he made it to a red truck that's parked on my lawn.
"Sorry Evander, Jacob will be around after school, he'll just pay you for it then"
"That's fine Chief Swan I don't mind"
"Please Evander call me Charlie, and you know I mean it when I say anything at all" Charlie said reminding me again, of what I was trying to move on from.
"I know thank you" was all I said, best to say what they want to hear. Once Charlie and Mr Black left and I ran straight to the back yard and striped as fast as I could before I shifted and ripped my cloths again.
I was shaking with the amount of pent-up anger I felt that I couldn't control it anymore and I had to go for a run, I had to feel the wind rush past as I ran as fast as I could up the mountain and back down again. I could feel the anger wash away as the feeling of freedom took over me and I was truly content.
A/N: I'll get you all a time line in next chapter but for now you'll have to make do.
Ignore spelling and grammar I'm not any good at it and again I have no beta. I'm also not that good writing the characters the way Stephanie Meyer writes them so bear with me if characters don't act right. Next chapter will probably have different character point of views.
Next, I'll tell you how Jacob and I get along the first time we meet.