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AN: hey! this is the first chapter and it's much longer than the prologue! enjoy!

It had been three days since I'd had any proof of the existence of my family. With my brother and mum having walked out on me and my dad being a total loner, I was stuck by myself at home with nothing to do. I was only halfway into summer break and had nothing to do apart from trying to keep myself alive without melting. The heat always seemed that much warmer when you were alone and bored out of your freackin brains so I decided I'd make use of our swimming pool and have a dip. I padded up to my room and switched my bra and underwear for my one piece, since I wasn't entertaining. I grabbed my towel from my ensuite and sauntered to the lap pool.

Xander was on the school swim team before he did a disappearing act and our lap pool was pratically his second home. I remember purposely forgetting to set the stopwatch and him always throwing me into the pool after I told him I "forgot" which button to press. I shook my head with a smile at the memory and threw my towel onto one of the ten pool chairs. I won't deny that my family is loaded, cause we are. With mum being a plastic surgeon and dad owning the famous "vegie bar" in 90210 we were very well off. Xander and I attended a private school and had our own motorbikes. We have several houses all over America and lived in a mansion. But dad, growing up on a small reservation in Washington always made sure our feet were firmly on the ground, which I'm glad of. I'm not the snobby rich diva who enjoys ruining people's lives for the sake of it, that's left to those reality television MTV stars.

I plunged into the water and thanked the gods that the water was just the right temperature. I swam a couple of laps not really thinking, just focusing on my breathing, which was peaceful in a way. When my legs and arms started to jellfy (as Xander and I would call it) I decided it was best to stop. I flopped out of the pool panting and towelled myself off before trudging into the house. I was surprised to see empty cardboard boxes lining the walls but didn't question it. I knew what was happening, we were moving. I didn't bother making conversation with my father who seemed to be removing the paintings and photoframes from the walls and went up to my room to shower.

I came out of the shower feeling relaxed and collected. I decided to leave my mahogany locks to naturally dry and padded out into the living area where my dad sat exhausted from all the moving. No one made the move to speak so I decided I'd go get myself a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Once I was seated in one of the dining chairs dad smiled warily at me. To be honest, he looked like shit. His Black curls were in an array and he hadn't shaved since mum left. He had horrible purple bags under his bloodshot eyes and his fingernails had been bitten off.

"We're moving, Morry" he said sadly and my heart sank. I saw the boxes but I didn't want to believe that we were actually moving out of this house. "We're gonna go live with your grandma for a while," he said and I shrugged at him, giving him the okay. "She lives in La Push." He said studying my reaction. He must of got a kick out of it when my mouth just about hit the floor.

"WHAT? But, but that's not here!" I was actually lost for words. We were going back to Washington, my birth place. Joy. I started looking for windows of oppurtunities that I could see out of this big mess. Bingo. "But daddy! What is Xander comes back! He won't know where we are!" I for once sounded like a whiny teenager. My dad grimaced and waited in case I was about to explode again.

"Morrigan, I know where you're brother is. He's in La Push." He said and I was yet again gobsmacked. Xander was in La Push! I'll finally be able to punch him for bailing on the family, yes!

"So when do we leave?" I asked noncholantly and dad looked somewhat relieved.

"Tonight."

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