I think I like where this story is going :) Anybody else agree??

Ha! I had the best day today… I think. I looked on my facebook account and saw that the guy I liked sent me a message. It went something like this: Well, want to get together sometime today? Unless it is short notice. Anyways see you in school.

Hahaha… I told him I'd like to, so that's all cool. :D Back to the story!

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the things you recognize. Rachel and her mom are mine though. That sounds kinda creepy, doesn't it?

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We landed in Victoria at 6.25 and were on the road in a blue BMW X5 soon after.

It took half an hour to drive from the airport to Mill Bay, and let me say that it was the longest half hour of my life, even though Alice was driving. She spent the entire ride talking, and even though I wasn't paying attention to what she was rambling about, I suddenly felt very happy about her being there with me. She was like a lifeline I had to calmness. And calm was what I needed.

My heart beat harder in my chest as we drove down the highway. I still couldn't believe the feeling of my blood pumping; I thought I would never feel it again. Th-thump Th-thump Th-thump.

By 7.16 we had entered Mill Bay.

We had turned onto my old road, but still had a few minutes left before we got to my mom's driveway. Alice pressed just a bit harder down on the accelerator. I had never expected to be back on that road, after I had accepted what I was.

"I'm going to drop you off so you can have some time to talk to her. I'll be back around nine, okay?" Alice pulled up infront of a light blue two-story house with a wrap-around porch. It was raining heavily, puddles scattered across the gravel path to the front door.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I can't believe I'm about to do this. I opened my eyes and looked at Alice.

"See you then. And wish me luck!" I jumped out of the rental car and slammed the door before Alice could respond. I ran up the steps to the porch where I tuned and gave Alice a quick thumbs-up. She drove off, probably to do some hunting or visit the old house.

The doorbell suddenly became a lot more important that it really was, in my opinion. I reached out and closed my eyes as I pressed it. Oh God, I hope she doesn't faint.

Almost immediately I could heard loud footsteps going down the stairs. A click as the lock opened, and the squeaky hinges rubbing as the door swung open.

Standing in the doorway was a short, tired-looking, red-haired woman who resembled my mother, but looking ten years older than she did when I had last saw her. She had a serious air about her, like she had seen and heard it all, and not to fool her. But as soon as she took in my human figure, all of that seemed to drop.

All she looked like was a scared old woman with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

"Hi mom." Was all I could say before the door slammed in my face.

Shocked, I gave the door a slight knock and said, "Mom? It's really me! Open the door, please? We need to talk."

I gave it another knock and was about to go around the side of the house to look in a window when the door opened again. I stood there, waiting for my mom to invite me in. When she didn't, I tried again.

"Mom, it's me."

She opened the door wider and I took that as a sign to go inside. I slipped off my runners and followed my mother into the living room. She sat down in a loveseat while I sat down across from her in a leather chair. The room looked unfamiliar. After all, I had only spent a couple day living at that house, and even then everything was still in boxes. My mother had set it up with all the old furniture, plus a couple carpets and tables she had picked to fill the empty space.

She still had a faraway look on her face, like she was trying to convince herself that everything was happening. A tear slid down her cheek.

"What happened?" was all she said to me.

How could I answer that? It was such a simple question, but such a complex answer. I strained to remember what Alice and I had decided to tell her, but couldn't.

"I-I don't know." It was all I could say. "I mean, you probably wouldn't believe me, and I can't tell you because you would be in danger." I felt something wet on my face and put my hand up to touch it. I was crying. Wait…. Crying? Since when can I cry? Not only was I crying, but both my eyes were filled to the top with tears.

I looked up and saw my mom looking at me with a questioning look. "What's wrong with crying?" She asked before she broke down in sobs. "Rachel, it's you. It's really you, Rachel, Rachel, my baby. I missed you."

I rushed over to sit beside her and hugged her tightly. She fell into my embrace with desperation; like holding on to me would prove that was I real. We sat like that for a long time.

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When we finally broke apart, we had calmed down enough to think. My mother would want an explanation, but I knew I couldn't give her one. I hoped to be able to answer some of her questions, though.

She looked at me and held my hand. "Where have you been? It's been two years, for goodness sake! I don't care it it's dangerous, just tell me something!"

He voice was heavy. She was tired, I could tell, but wouldn't go to sleep unless I told her something.

"First off, I wasn't attacked by wolves or any type of animal. That was just set up by some of the people I've been with."

My mom's face lit up with shock. "Set up? Why? Why would they do that? Why would they take you away?"

"They needed everybody to think I was dead. If certain event hadn't come to pass recently, I probably would have never seen you again. I can't tell you why I was taken away, but I can say that I've changed a lot in the past couple years. More than you should probably know." I shot her a look that said 'don't push it, switch the subject'.

Mom, of course, ignored me. "Was this some kind of government top-secret project or something? That's why you can't tell me anything? It is, isn't it?" She looked proud at her conclusion, but I had to giggle at it.

"Mom, it's not like that. I doubt the government even knows about this, so don't go after them. And don't blame the people I was with, either. They have been great to me in my current… situation." It was true. The Cullen's were my family -still are, actually.

I looked at the clock above the TV. It was just past eight.

"So where have you been staying, then?" Mom asked.

"I've been in New Brunswick, close to the U.S. border, living with some people in the same situation as me. They took me in when everything started." I said. "They're called the Cullens. One of them came with me. Her name's Alice. She dropped me off here then went for a drive."

"When will she be back? Should we set up a place for her to sleep?"

I wonder if I can sleep. Suddenly I yawned, answering myself. Probably.

"Um, yeah, I guess. She should be here at-" I was cut off by the doorbell.

My mom got up to answer it. I followed behind her, only to see Alice standing there with a smile on her face.

"Mom, this is her."

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Well I think that went pretty good! I'll update soon, so don't worry about waiting. Hopefully by next weekend –it not then, before.

Please R&R. I like reviews. And being favorited. And chocolate. And Tea. And the guy who asked me out. :P

Everybody have a good week! See y'all later :)

~Maux