Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I never have and never will own the Twilight series or any of its familiar characters. It all belongs to the great Stephenie Meyer, unfortunately for the millions who wish it was their creation.
As it turned out I was in trouble. Not only with my mother but also with my brother. But at least he forgot about it quickly. I still got scowls from mom and it had been two days. Well, I suppose no one could hold grudges quite like my mother. If I turn out like her I will institutionalise myself.
As my punishment, I was going to school tomorrow. A week earlier than I had expected, therefore a week less to deal with it. I didn't really do the whole meeting new people thing. I hardly ever met new people so I hadn't much experience with it and I just didn't have that kind of personality.
I spent most of my day out of the house and in the shops of La Push, which were very limited. So I then went up to the neighbouring town, Forks where at least there was a Thriftway that I could get stationary, notebooks and school stuff. But I had to say, not very much recreation around here. I decided on a road trip in the near future.
When I got home my brother was out and where was my mother? Like I had to think about it, at the punching bag, as usual. Two years ago, I would have been absolutely mortified by her behaviour but, I had realised, if I didn't think of her as my mother and just a crazy woman I live with it was easier to live with. But sometimes it still hurt to see what the divorce had done to her. It had been pretty awful, for all of us.
I did the remaining bits of unpacking and without dinner, I collapsed on my bed and my eyes were closed before they hit the pillow.
BEEP! BEEP! My obnoxious and evil alarm clock woke me up far too early for my liking but, without opening my eyes I trudged my way into the bathroom. I twisted the shower knobs until I had the right temperature and immersed myself in a warmth I liked to call heaven.
When I got out of the shower I looked in the mirror.
"We have a lot of work to do," I muttered to myself as I pulled a brush through my wet hair. I then proceeded to blow dry and straighten. It was naturally that bizarre form of not quite wavy but not straight either which was infuriating as it was pretty much just frizz if I left it to itself. My hair had a mind and body of its own. I applied a little make up and went back to my room. I pulled on my jeans, a simple white top and a red hoodie. I ambled down the stairs nervously to find a cooked breakfast of eggs on a plate, awaiting my arrival. What do you know; my mother did have a heart after all. Maybe it was feeling remorse for pushing me into the deep end so quickly and cooked a hearty breakfast to brighten my glum and foreboding day. An optimistic hope, but I was touched never the less.
I yelled thanks to my mom and urged my brother to hurry up. The La push school was elementary to high school due to the size of the youth population. Five minutes later my brother pushed the door out of his way and dashed to the car after I threatened to leave him behind. No one wanted to walk three miles to school in the rain.
"Bout time" I muttered, annoyed, to myself. Unfortunately, I was not known for my soft voice so, naturally he heard me.
"Well excuse me, but someone" looking pointedly at me "hogged the bathroom for half the morning."
"What you want me to go without a shower?" I snapped back.
"No, how about all that fussing with the hair and makeup. It doesn't do you any good so why bother?" like I said, he wasn't a morning person.
"You say this to the person who drives you to and from school?"The threat was implied in my voice.
He dropped it after that.
We arrived at school, with plenty of time so I took my time searching for the office. Once I found it I hurried in to escape the cold.