Pulling into my house, I park my car in the usual spot, by the mail box.

My family consists of seven people, my mother, Debra McVier (dentist), my father; David (local firemen) I am the youngest of two and the oldest of two. My older siblings are, Daniel (26) owner of a bowling alley in Texas, and Roxie (21) living in California as a failed actress, my younger brothers, Max (10) and Ryan (six months). Ryan witnesses the true nature of my parents; my father cheating on my mother with a coworker, and my mother cheating on father with a Native man, the same man that got my mother and our family banished from La Push land. Me going over there helps when no one knows of your existence. I hate my name, its Imogen, but everyone calls me Joyce (middle name) my name differs from Jo, CeCe, JoJo, Jos, it just differs depending on the person. I hate the fact they even spelled my name wrong, its Imogene, not Imogen, but legally it is what it is.

I don't have friends, people gave up on me, correction; I gave up on people. I can see the outcome they will have on me, so what is the point when you know it will stab you in the back? It has made my junior year of school a little less stressed, but then the visions started; and the stress builds.

Being seventeen years old; it's easier when you keep to yourself, the drama is low. But being seventeen and 'mute' it always helps because no one gives you the light or day. I know, I'm not actually mute; I have stopped talking for no reason but. . . .if you saw the things I have seen, you would be speech too. Graduation is in a week; and within that week; a lot will occur.

This house is as dull as my family is, a white house, cracked side walk, the concrete is in chunks as you walk to the front door. The porch is piled with junk my father swears he needs to live off of. Even the porch swing is full. My saving grace is the hammock I bought about four months ago, I spend days and sometimes my nights.

Inside the house is as messy as outside it, trash and toys, clothes and food; everywhere. I could pick it up, but that leaves room for more trash. My father puts it in a statement I can only assume means our banishing from La Push is right, he said. "There are two things a man must learn to accept, one; he will die. Two, you can't turn a whore into a housewife."

Walking in, the kitchen is to the right, living room to the left, bathroom next to living room, then the laundry rooms. Parents room next to kitchen, beside Ryan's room, and then there is the stair case. Right at the edge is Max's room, next to a bathroom, and then my room. My room, oh- my beautiful safe zone, the green zone, the quarantined area.

When I shut the door, it usually means don't enter, and everyone obeys except when my parents fight; it's Max's, Ryan's and mine, safe zone, green zone, quarantined area.

My bed, dresser, desk, and window; surrounded by knick knacks. My room is simple.

My chest tightens, sitting on the bed; my heart races, their running towards the treaty line, they chase it. Flashes of red eyes cross my mind, my eyes close; the red head demon jumps from Forks to La Push teasing and taunting the two enemies. Paul lunges at the ice monster; he rams in to the big vampire man instead. A small fight occurs, and she escapes, planning her revenge part two; because her lack of hunting skills.

Opening my eyes, I grab my book and pencil; the hammock is my future for now.

The sun barely sees the land of Forks, that's the answer to why we are so pale. I wear the same clothes that seem to keep me warm, sweat shirt and sweat pants.

As time passes, my drawling creates red headed curly haired women; there is so much anger and vengeance with in her soulless eyes. I can feel that she will be in my dreams for the months to come; she isn't done here.

My life is pathetic isn't it? I have this gift, these secrets, my parents are unfaithful towards each other, and us, but after all this; I still have no words.

Driving Max to the pizza place, Crusty Busty Pizza Hut, it's an arcade full of games; see what I mean by gift? He blares the music on 96.1, a channel about nothing but sexual intercourse, coitus, the birds and the bees, the shebang aping, the deed; whatever people call it, this radio channel is about who you do it with, when you want to do it with, why you want to do it with, where you want to do it with; it's a channel about sex.

It was doable because I couldn't focus on the lyrics, my mind was stuck on the pack, and council, I even see Bella, a girl I never knew, a girl that is to blame for everything that has happened and everything that will happen.

I pulled into the restaurant and Max rushed in, I followed in suit as he went ahead and ordered a supreme pizza with bread sticks. I take a seat at a booth and pull out my drawling book, I focus on Embry Calls slim physique. As I pull out a ten I see Max asking for. "Got any quarters?" Max asks, "Thanks!" He grabs ten and he smiles that brilliant grin, just like a child that knows he did something he should get in trouble for, but knows he won't be punished for. Smart kid, well played.

I draw his mother, Tiffany Call; her secret is safe with me, I won't tell of Embrys father, but is his father cheating on my mother with Tiffany, again?

My mind flashes as I see Emily Young enter the building, she has Claire with her, and a women I have come to know as Stacy Young, Claire's mother.

I look to the left, her face marred by a trio with those dark scars that dragged down the corner of her right eye. The left side of her mouth is warped forever in a lopsided scowl. I turn away as she looks to me, I melt in my seat. Emily Young the soon to be Emily Uley, mother of four, great- great grandmother of the first shape shifter in next generation of the new pack. As for the little chubby cheek prankster, Claire's future is Quil Ateara's life, her fifth great-great grandchild will be the seventh the phase. Stacy, oblivious to the secret smiles as she plays, Whack a Mole with Claire.

"Your order," I look up to see Lil, the girl from the parking lot, her eyes widen to the sight of me, "anything else?" I shake my head no, signing, thank you, as my hand left my mouth down to the table, she smiled a guilty smirk, "enjoy," she mumbled breathing heavily. Max rushed over a steals a piece of pizza, stuffing it into his mouth, I see Claire tumble over her feet as she rushes to the basketball game, Stacy picks her up an carries her the rest of the way.

They disappeared after her fall, but not entirely, as I eat my second bread stick, Claire is wondering around the building, along, I feel her fear, tears in her eyes; asking for Quil and mommy and daddy; I start seeing her leaving the building, and a car touching her fragile body.

I get up and locked the door, looking down she is at my feet watching me, her deep brown eyes teary, I walk away back to my table. Returning to the table, Stacy screams Claire's name in relief, "who locked this door?" Stacy asked pushing the door; I glance back at Claire who is pointing at me. Emily follows the little finger, I quickly turn around. "Let's just go," Stacy said walking out, I see Emily debating before leaving.

Just my luck, of course she too saw me. After another hour or so, Max was finally happy enough to go home, it is around nine post midnight; he is fast asleep, unlike Paul, Jared, and Seth, whom my mind is tracking. I carry in the child to his room, as I watch Brenda (the other women) sneak out the back. Slut, home wreaker, whore, tramp, I hope this describes all the cheating sides.

I lay Max in his bed and set his alarm for school the next morning. I leave and go back to my room, "Gen-" I turn to see my father, he knows I have always known; he opens his mouth and before he speaks the unthought-of lecture, I shut the door; I don't dwell well with liars.