The New Home

Richelle looked out the van. Uncle Michael had personally come to the airport and picked them up. She wondered what life would be like in the United States. She kept hearing her brothers telling their uncle that he drove too slowly. The only answer they got from him was that this wasn't the U.S. and NOT Paris.*

"Uncle Michael, what is American football? I read about it in school, but it still doesn't make any sense to me," Lyle asked.

Uncle Michael just laughed, "What's there to know? It's just a bunch of boys trying to get this ball to one side of the field while other guys try to stop them. That's just a summary."

"What's the word for football in America, mom? Soccer?" Reynard asked.

"That's it," She answered. She went on talking with Uncle Michael.

Arceneaux looked over to Richelle. "Your awfully quiet, little sister."

Richelle turned a little.

"She's probably just nervous," Father answered from the front seat.

"It'll be better here, Richie I promise," Arceneaux assured.

"You don't have to worry so much, you have your…gift under control."

"You and Reynard are doing fine. You both just need a little more practice. At least you have more control than Reynard."

"Hey, that wasn't my fault. (mumbled) No one told me that I had powers." Reynard turned red.

"At least Lyle and I fixed the problem."

"What are you talking about back there?" Uncle Michael called.

"Reynard 'accidentally' made a winter storm. Good thing it was winter, huh Re-Re?" Lyle began to laugh.

"That's not funny Lyle," Father scolded. "Stop messing with your brother."

The van pulled into the driveway of a large house. Lyle and Reynard were the first to get out of the van. They both looked up in amazement.

"Like it boys?" Uncle Michael called. "It has five bed rooms, so you each can choose a room."

"But that some of us in the same room," Lyle pointed out. Shooting a look at Arceneaux.

"There's an extra room in the basement," Uncle Michael responded.

"That's a really big, Uncle," Richelle's voice rang. She was standing outside the van. Arceneaux was right behind her. They were both looking up at the house.

"I was saving up you know. Nihel, I found a job opening at the hospital. It's not that big right now, but it'll do. Well, it's actually really big. You're going to be working as a doctor's assistant. Mainly for Dr. Cullen, but for some others as well."

"Thank you Michael," Father replied.

"I call the room in the basement!" Lyle called grabbing his things.

Arceneaux just shook his head. Lyle was the second oldest, but he was the most fun loving out of all four of them.

They all unpacked their things, and walked to their new home. The inside seemed bigger there were a large foyer, a staircase that went to the second floor, and a door that looked like it could lead to the basement.

Richelle walked up the stairs and picked the room that overlooked the driveway. The house seemed like a mansion to her.

The only thing on her mind was what life would be like living in the states. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a "boom" sound. Unfazed by the sound, she walked out of her room and looked over the edge of the staircase. Reynard.

"In the name of all things that are sane, what are you two doing?" Father's voice called.

"Re-Re's playing with a light bulb!"Lyle called back.

"Stop playing with electricity, Reynard!" Mother yelled.

"Or anything weather related," Arceneaux ordered walking into the foyer.

"I couldn't help it. I just wanted to look at it," Reynard mumbled.

"Stay away from the heater and the air conditioner while you're at it. We don't want to have some temperature problems," Arceneaux added.

Reynard stormed upstairs passing Richelle at the top.

"I miss home already," he didn't even look up at her. "At least you can control your powers."

"You said that after we got off the plane." Richelle turned and looked at Reynard, "You miss being treated the way people did?"

"I miss the way life use to be before we found out about these powers."

"You'll never get that life back, so why don't you just enjoy it now?"

Reynard looked at her with narrow eyes.

"You wouldn't do anything. Like you said, 'at least I have my powers'"

"Just because you control everything doesn't mean you're stronger," he put in.

"You know that's not true"

"Oh come on, you control the elements. That's practically everything."

Richelle began to walk back to her room.

"Ok, so you can't control man-made elements, or temperature, the wind, an actual human being, any animals−"

"I know. I have the power you know."

"That's practically everything else. You can make an ice cube that isn't cold for crying out loud. My power's destructive…" Reynard's voice faded away.

"Not many people can control the weather very well you know, especially when they're young." Richelle closed her door. She didn't want to hear about it anymore.

She lay down in her bed looking up at the ceiling. Tomorrow was Monday. Uncle Michael had gone through the trouble in enrolling them in the high school. Forks High school. She wasn't that excited to go.

They didn't have the two hour break during school so it was going to be different than back in France**. It was going to be a new beginning for all of them.

A/N: I know it's a lot of dialogue, but I just needed you to get to know some of the characters outside of their minds. If you find anything that doesn't make sense, just tell me and I'll fix it…somehow. 

*For those who don't know, the speed limit is just about 200 mph in Paris. No joke.

** the two hour break is part of the "Joie de Vivre" in which the people get off of work for about two hours during the middle of the to socialize or get lunch. It also means that the French get five weeks off for vacation each year.