Here's another chapter, hope you enjoy.

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With every step I took into this new State the butterflies in my stomach grew bigger. I was terrified of what my mom was going to be like and how she will receive me. As much as I didn't want to be here there was a large prominent part of my which hoped my mom would like me. You can't really blame me every girl wants their mom to love them. I guess I just need to know that she is more responsible and that she is ready to take care of me again- only better this time.

Also I've decided since this is a new start I am going to try and appear normal to these people who don't know what I'm really like. And I know that everyone always says how important it is to be yourself but when I'm myself people just think that I am crazy and make sure to avoid me. I use to like that because it separated who I would bond and later on become friends with to the people who I wouldn't waste time on, but the more weird I got the smaller that pile of people willing to look pas my wacky traits became until I had some classes at school with no one willing to talk to me at all. So I want to try and appear more normal and get a handle on my anger. That does seem a bit unrealistic but hey; you can't blame a girl for aiming high.

Some lady at a desk went through and stamped some of my documents- I wasn't completely sure what she was doing but it looked too complicated for me to try. I just trusted her and she did look to know what she was doing as she quickly and efficiently finished up and signalled that I was free to go.

I gulped stepping over the boundary in front of me signifies me crossing over from my life in New York to my new one that I was about to willingly enter. Why I didn't tell the cab driver to just drop me off round the corner from my apartment so that I could sneak back home is beyond me. Sure my dad would be pissed but hopefully he would gather the point that this is seriously something I didn't want to be doing. I'm not good at meeting new people. I either come off bitchy and sarcastic or as I previously stated crazy and a weirdo who should be avoided at all costs. I wonder how long it will be until my mom seriously regrets wanting me back. As much as I want to be sent back, I know my mom sending me away twice will serious damage me. I don't know why but I don't think I can take another rejection it would just kill me. So even though I badly want to be back, living in New York with my friends I can't afford to try and get sent home because then it will be a well known fact that my mother doesn't want me.

With one final shaking intake of breathe I walked over the boundary, my hands immediately tightening on the straps of my bag causing the tips of my knuckles to turn white. Looking around I couldn't see the women I remembered as my mom. There was no crazy hippie in sight.

"Mary... is that you?" Someone choked from behind me. I froze. That's got to be my mom. Oh god what if she doesn't like me. Pull yourself together Mary you're the one who should be judging her. She's the one who left you with your dad. She's the one who was a crazy mom. And she's the one who forced you to move all the way to Washington. Breathing slowly in and out I turned around and my mouth dropped open.

It... Was... Her. She still had waste length brown hair but it was darker and straighter than before. Her eyes weren't as bright as they once were but they still held a sparkle of excitement that I use to remember seeing in them all the time. She wasn't as thin; she now had womanly curves that sculpted her into an hour glass figure. A white blouse draped over her top half tucked into baggy beige shorts finished off with a pair of wooden heals. She looked classy but not to formal, fun but not crazy, and happy. She looked really happy. She looked like a mom.

"Oh Mary, you look so grown up." My mom gushed as she quickly moved closer to me. Without thinking I flinched away and instantly regretted it as I saw the hurt flash across her face. Not knowing what to do I stuck out my hand. She raised one of her eyebrows as she took my hand and shook it. Really Mary... a handshake? It's your mom you haven't seen in 8 years and you decide to act like you've only just met her for the first time and do and awkward formal greeting because that doesn't come off cold. Shut up brain, I know you're out to get me so just shut up! I inwardly screamed to myself. I was so nervous and I could feel the inner crazy in me bubbling to the surface as I frantically tried to hide it.

"Hey... Je-Mom" I coughed out decided last second against calling her by her first name. She was my mom. So therefore I shall call her that. Calling a women mom felt foreign to me but it also made some of the butterflies go away, just being in my mom's presence comforted me and I didn't like that one bit. She was a stranger to me and I shouldn't feel closer to her just because we share some genes.

She smiled and led me out to what I guessed to be her car. Don't ask me what king it was silver and small that's all I know. I awkwardly sat in the passenger seat clutching my bag (which I had dislodged off my shoulders) to my chest. "So... ummm, where do you actually live?" I asked trying to start a conversation.

Mom seemed hesitant when she answered "A house in La Push." Quickly tucking her hair behind her ears and starting the car.

"Oh... I don't think I've ever heard of it... what's it like" La Push, what kinda name is that? It must be some weird hippie town my mom lives in. Oh great so these normal clothes are just her disguise. NO, she tricked me into willingly getting into the car with her by appearing normal! Evil! But isn't that what your trying to do? I asked myself. Aren't I going to act normal so people will like me? Well screw that plan! If people think I'm weird that's their problem because I'll be damned if I change who I am... it's what made me Frizz Ball. That nonsense talking was just a weak moment. A weak stupid moment when I decided to go against the only decent thing my mom ever taught me which was be yourself!

"It's lovely. It is a little Indian reservation and guess what... it's next to the beach." She squealed excitedly.

I laughed but it didn't seem like a relaxed laugh more forced. I didn't like the beach much. Beach meant sunshine and I being freckled and extremely pale meant I didn't like sunshine, I loved the rain though. I didn't tan I burned, well actually my freckles did tan but that was about it and my hair got lighter but I liked it the way it was.

"Don't worry; I remember you don't like the sunshine." My mom assured me. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. She remembered something about me! She remembered a non important fact only people who care would bother to learn let alone remember for 8 year. This time a genuine smile spread across my face and my mom immediately returned it. "It basically rains constantly there so you're in luck." She said winking. Yes my mom just winked at me causing me to drop the smile cringe away. But if it rains all the time there I was happy enough to live in the hippie Indian reservation names La Push. Bring it on!