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Disclaimer: The Characters and Setting and all that jazz belong to Stephanie Meyer, they are her visions, I just made up the plot line here.
[ A/N: I thought I should just put in this little bit of fact: Jasper's Dad's death was investigated by the great NCIS, just cause that's like a great obsession of mine, but I promise, they are mentioned, but make no appearance in this story, I am saving that for later on. Thanks again! Rate and Review! 3]
Jasper's Point of View
The Social Worker, Maria something, which had been 'assigned' to me, clearly couldn't stand me. But, then again, I couldn't stand her either. She was rushing me, again, something I couldn't stand either.
Cleaning out my Dad's house, selling his things to strangers, handing the keys to his house to a stranger I didn't even know, it was all harder than it sounded. I wasn't even supposed to be involved with this sort of stuff, but I was his only heir, he was literally my only family.
I was just making sure I hadn't left anything behind in any of the cabinets, though I knew for a fact there was nothing less. Our house was so quiet without my dogs running around, I had given them both to my best friend Peter, who, coincidently, live on one of the biggest farms I had ever come across. It was much larger than even those of the cattle ranches in my home state of Texas.
"Let's go Jasper, Mr. and Mrs. Griffin would like to move into their home," Maria scowled at me from the doorway of my father's former room. I glared at her and stalked angrily passed her. It'd been almost a year since my father had died, but his murder case, taken over by the Naval Criminal Investigational Services, had been solved just two weeks ago.
It had been one of the most complicated experiences I had ever had, even harder than moving from Texas to Quantico, Virginia so Dad could be on the Naval base here and have some high up position I never asked him about. I followed Social Service Mary outside, casting a strange sideways glance at the Griffin's. I hated them for buying the house, for falling in love with it. I hated Mr. Griffin for being a Naval Officer too; at that point, I pretty much hated the world.
But, the worst was over, I supposed, moving out to the Northwest couldn't be the hardest thing I had ever done, could it?
I left my Dad's house behind, heading with Mary to that group home thing I had been staying in to pack my things one final time, and then, I would be gone, off across the country, early tomorrow morning.
The sunlight hurt my eyes when I awoke the next morning, and dressing in record time. I just wanted to get out of this place, away from Dad's memory; to the family I had heard so much about. My head was alive with stupid thoughts about whether or not they liked me, they had to like me, and I was stuck with them for the next year.
Maria escorted me to the airport and boarded the plane with me, she clearly did not want to spend her Saturday morning on a plane with some Navy brat, and damn proud of it, who didn't really enjoy her company.
"Stop fidgeting," she grumbled when we landed in Seattle. These people I was supposed to live with, Carlisle and Esme Cullen, lived in some city called Forks, forever away from Seattle, like four hours. Four hours in a car with people I didn't know? Wonderful.
"Why should I?" I grumbled under my breath, Maria shot me a look, like a 'I would kill you if no one knew you existed,' look, my favorite.
"Because, you need these people to like you, no one likes a fidgeting kid," I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms firmly over my chest as the plane touched down. Maria tried to fix my hair, but I pulled away, a disgusted look across my face. I hated people touching my hair.
"I'm hopeless, let's go," I growled, rising from my seat and walking down the aisle past her.
Past the gate, the Cullen's waited for us, just Carlisle and Esme, but there they were. I had seen Esme in pictures Dad had kept from his childhood out in Washington. She was dad's older brother's best friend's sister, if that made sense to anyone else, She looked quite similar to her younger self, older of course, but the same otherwise, she had aged quite beautiful.
Carlisle looked exactly like someone named Carlisle should look, slightly timeless, but with a younger sort of flair to him. Which sounds really stupid to anyone who hears it.
"Hello Jasper, I am Carlisle, and this is my wife, Esme," He introduced himself and held out his hand. I shook it just like Dad had taught me, firm and quick. Esme smiled kindly at me, I liked her smile, and it was sort of welcoming.
We gathered my only bag from the baggage claim and they showed me to their car. Maria followed quietly, before she split from us to pick up her rental car, claiming she'd meet us at the house.
We drove out of Seattle, the only thought in my mind being, 'this is my new life.' And so it began.
