Disclaimer: All characters, setting rightfully belong to Stephanie Meyer. Rest belongs to me.

Chapter 2: Enigmatic Communiqué

I loudly whimpered. I felt frazzled and my head was partially pounding on my left cheek, around my left ear. Everything looked hazy through my eyes.

The craziest dream in the world.

I felt some sort of moisture on my forehead. Was it blood or sweat? I couldn't tell.

I was questioning my motives from before. Was I even a good daughter? And would I even be a good friend? I really didn't want to be someone who uses people. My eyes felt moist but I kept blinking them so no tears would fall out.

This dream practically was changing my whole perspective of things. But things were going pretty well for me.

Alice was my newest official friend. I wasn't so sure about the others. Well a little for Emmett and Angela but not much about the others. Two days ago, when Emmett and Edward left, Jessica would continuously talk about her life and the boys she'd encounter throughout the town. She even once mentioned Edward being cute but then shuddered afterwards, at the thought of her and Edward going out. Apparently she had a thing for him but it didn't end up so well. Actually didn't end up well at all.

Rosalie was warily watching me the whole time. I felt perturbed and apprehensive within the demanding walls of her gaze. I tried my best to ignore her but my lack of comfort was noticed by Alice. She laughed and asked if Rosalie was an inspector and to cut it out. Her gaze never wavered.

Angela striked up a conversation with me, trying to get to know me politely. I felt comfortable when talking to her and she had this essence of understanding in between her words. She was a really innocent person when it came to associating with others but Ben begged to disagree with a wink when I mentioned it. Angela wanted to meet up with me whenever possible and said she'd love to see me around Forks.

Ben was a kind person, not much different from Angela. He was just a bit more forward and witty, and lacked the shyness Angela attained. We didn't talk much but I knew he was a cool guy.

I got to know Jasper more, Alice's boyfriend. They seemed much more than that from the way they brightened up at the mention of each other. It was like the ying and yang sign. Incomplete without the other part.

Jasper was someone who had compassion for others problems and feelings. He had this aura as if he knew what you were feeling. I figured this out when Ben shared the fact he recently lost his grandfather. The topic was randomly brought up.

Both were really close and Jasper comforted him with his kind words while Angela did with her arms. When you were down, he'd stare at you and it didn't make you feel intimidated like the way I did with Rosalie. It was more of a confirmation of understanding or a stare of wonder.

Everyone ended up leaving early except for Alice, Jasper and me. I needed to buy some quick school supplies and encouraged Alice to leave on her own account. But Alice refused and said that she didn't think it was right for me to be left alone, considering I'm new and not familiar with directions. I didn't argue with her.

It was a quick step in and out of Staples and then we all headed home. We took a slow ride and passed by a strangely pinkish house with what I swear was a random a painting of a cat the house's windows. When I asked who lived there, we started a funny conversation about how there was an old man named Mr. Wilter that had been rumored to have a whole cat collection. He and Mrs. Wilter lived together, both with grumpy attitudes.

Mr. and Mrs. Wilter were just a conservative couple, being kept to self. They socialized with a few others, but refused to acknowledge couples with teen kids. Especially the Hale kids apparently.

The Hales were in well terms with the Wilters, especially with Jasper and Rosalie's parents "charms" apparently. But they despised the two siblings the Hales conceived. Rosalie had a snarky attitude with them and Jasper seemed to have been in his own personal "high" at times. One time, they even tried to hint their suspicions of Jasper's odd behavior with the Hale parents. It worried the Wilters but Jasper swore it scared them instead, which he said with snicker.

One day, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper were playing truth or dare together. If Emmett Cullen ever had a dare for you, you were in trouble. Jasper had recently told Rosalie at the time about Emmett's sneaking of playboy magazines and Emmett had some vengeance to take care of. Too make matters worse for Jasper, their game wasn't a regular game of Truth or Dare though apparently. It was Jasper's turn.

These people made an oath of carrying out whatever they got with Truth or Dare. With guys, it defined how "manly" they are. If you didn't carry out the bet, the person who made the bet got to give you a free haircut.

Once Emmett said the dare for Jasper, Alice and Rosalie practically roared in laughter. Even though it didn't even happen yet. Jasper was dared to approach Mrs. Wilter, a pharmacist. After Mrs. Wilter opened the door, Jasper was supposed to say "The clap really gets to you these days" To make things worse, he was suppose to scratch his crotch in front of her and ask for some ointment.

At first, Jasper refused to do it but they reminded him of the oath. Jasper couldn't give up his dirty blonde mane, which Alice especially loved.

So Jasper agreed to do it. He approached their front porch and rang their bell like 5 times. Mrs. Wilter hesitantly opened the door, her eyes widening in to the reaction of Jasper's appearance. Jasper said he swore he saw pepper spray behind Mrs. Wilter.

Jasper took a deep breath and said "The clap really wants you these days, Mrs. Withers." And he scratched his crotch. Before Jasper could continue and ask for ointment, Mrs. Wither reacted without warning.

Mrs. Withers's reaction was something he least expected. She gasped and kneed him in the groin and while Jasper lied on their porch, moaning in pain, Mrs. Wilter told him it's what he deserved for getting high all the time and not being responsible for his decisions. Jasper realized afterwards that he had said something different and shuddered at the mere thought.

Ever since, they refused to acknowledge teenagers at all.

We stopped in front of my house for 10 minutes so we can finish the story, and I had puffy red eyes with tears spilling out and me barking out with laughter. Alice followed while Jasper massaged his temple and shook his head. Few people passed us and looked at us if we were crazy. Finally, I was able to catch my breath and say goodbye to them.

Once I got in the house, I realized that it was the first time ever I had ever laughed or had a good time like that in a while. Possibly even years.

Two hours later, Gran arrived. Her eyes clearly tired but still filled with some sort of other emotion. Maybe anticipation. Gran questioned me what I did today and my reply was that I hung out with Alice and her crew.

Gran's reaction still continued to catch my attention, a sort of apprehension on her features. I asked Gran if she had any problems with me hanging around with Alice. Gran quickly recovered and nearly yelled out a no. I then questioned her again, why does she seem uncomfortable at the mere mention of them?

Gran gave me a slight smile and went on to reply.

"Oh Bella dear. I'm just worried that if you socialize with the people that might badly influence you, how much it would affect you. No, I'm not saying the Cullen's are bad but I have that fear now as a guardian again if anything bad happens to you. That's all. You never know what type of…connections some people might have with others."

I had furrowed my brow in confusion to her statement. Was she saying that Alice isn't truly who she is? She was what, a junkie? Gran quickly corrected herself, saying she wasn't talking about the Cullen's in particular. Just everybody in general. I nodded in acknowledgement of understanding but something was kind of off. But again, I chose to ignore it.

However, even when you ignore it, it swirls in your head. The saying is right sometimes. When you are really able to do it. Ignorance is Bliss.

Then last night comes along. One of the worst dreams I've ever experienced that I could remember. Usually, I forget my dreams like 5 minutes after I wake up but this one; it was practically engraved in my brain.

Ever heard of a puppet master? Well I was one in my dream. And I could have been one my whole life.

I "woke up", eyes a bit hazy and a little groggy.

Another day continuing on as usual. I expected to be in my new room, in Gran's house. But no.

I end up being in my original room, in Piedmont. The room in which I experienced so much, emotionally drained half the time. The walls in the house I shared with my parents, who are now dead. My room's walls slightly peeled and grayish white, my closet wide open with my small artbox from when I was six hidden on the bottom, my computer desk slightly messy with a pile of papers, and most importantly, the infamous broken lamp with its torn shade. The worn out red rug on the wooden board floor, showing faded stains of paint accidently dropped when I was 5 or 6.

Confusion brewed inside me, stirring against my inside walls. I felt myself shuffle as I ripped the comforter off and stood beside my bed. I wanted to scream, yell, but nothing would allow. The only thing I could most likely move was my eyes. My legs moved, first left and then right and the pattern continues. My back more erect than usual and my lips unusually moist. My neck was completely stiff, as if my head was attached to my body by force. I guess you can say I might be a robot.

I was in no control of my body.

I headed out the door, watching in amazement and horror as I looked at the hallway, the way it was years before, when mom was alive. Everything felt so real, a bit normal, except I was in no control of myself. The smell of the room was even the same.

The home smell, musky and the slight tinge of pine. I went down the stairs and headed into the kitchen. I slipped onto the seat beside the counter; hands lay flat on the counter. Dad was at the stove, stirring something and then mom came to view, cutting up some fruits. Fear surged through me, and if I wasn't being practically possessed, I'd be shaking.

Mom's form was the one scaring me the most. I've spent years trying to move on without her. Now she is here in front of me, in flesh and blood? Or possibly a figment of my imagination.

Mom and dad turned around at once, their face revealing the faces of puppets. Lines drawn from the corners of their lips and headed towards their chin, parallel. Big red circles placed on the apples of their cheeks. Their eyes wide filled with excitement and joy. Their shoulders and elbow had hooks on them, strings attached to as well coming from the ceiling. Their body didn't even sag like one of a puppet.

Tears however, brewed inside my eyes. The feeling was revolting, indescribable to be thinking my parents were being controlled. Including me. And I couldn't do anything.

I tried to move my head to look at the ceiling. But no chance.

My eyes caught my reflection, off the shiny surface of the nearby toaster.

My face…just…was contaminated…infected.

It was covered in words, words perfectly written, like those you'd see on the computer. The words were backward on my reflection but I was able to decode it.

I Am A Fucking Ventriloquist
I Am A Fucking Ventriloquist
I Am A Fucking Ventriloquist.

These words were all over my face. I tried to tilt my head to see any clear areas but forgot that I was in no control.

The words on my chin seemed to be something different. I had a harder time trying to comprehend it.

And That Is My True Nature.

My eyes shifted to my parents, who were looking at me with big bright happy eyes. But now as I looked closer, I swear I saw a flicker of fear and horror in the iris. Like me but in the inside.

If I were in control of my body, I actually wouldn't be trembling or shaking. I would be having a freaking seizure.

Mom and dad looked at each other, sharing some sort of a knowing look. As if they were confirming on a secret they wouldn't let me know on. Sharing messages just through their nonverbal eyes. My parents moved forward, their movement seemed to be in slow motion.

There was a damned string of chain attached to their ankles coming to view. Something stirred violently inside of me. Before I knew it, I was on my feet, swiftly making my way towards them. I tried to fight back, tried to find my own free will.

A key flashes into my palm and I unlock the chains around their feet, only to have chains around their waists and tug them towards my direction. I tried to yell so much but my mouth wouldn't budge. It ended up moving to say other words.

The strings that verified them as puppets on their shoulders and elbows suddenly collapsed. I was confused for a second until I saw it was my hand that pressed a big red button next to me.

The words then slipped out, venomously. The tone of my own voice scared the hell out of me. I wouldn't even be familiar with who was speaking if I didn't notice my moving lips.

"Let's the show begin…my fucking puppets."

That's where the dream ends. A great fucking dream that is. With one heck of a beautiful ending. I woke up with the left side of my head slamming against the headboard of my bed. Very hard. I must've jerked awake. I was profusely sweating, due to the stressful dream that is. My breaths were heavy, might as well say I'm heaving. I still am confused if whether or not I'm bleeding. My head was really throbbing.

Things were always at their best timing. I swallowed deeply and squinted at the window. The sun was finally up, no stupid clouds in the sky. It was quite beautiful outside and it made me grit my teeth.

I groaned and ran my finger through my hair. I had the urge to pull at it but ignored it.

I limped my way towards the bathroom, nearly tripping myself as I turn on the light. I squinted at the mirror as the light stung my eyes.

There was a visible red slash right at my cheekbone, prominently there to mock me. People will question about this and when some people will first see me, they'll see the hideous mark. I let out a sigh of relief when I noticed there was no trace of blood on me. It's hideous, dark, deep, scarlet red hue frightens the heck out of me. A noticeable reaction is when I get nauseous and puke. Especially when I faint.

So you see that I don't work well with hospitals.

I groaned once my attention zoomed away from the mark and actually visualized my whole face. I was getting skinnier and my face slightly thinned out. Thoughts of a previous night came about and I quickly tried to shove it away as I got into the shower.

I came out of the shower in a towel, opening my drawers to look for something decent…well decent enough for me. Now, I had no idea what was decent enough for people. After listening to Alice.

It was a forest green sweatshirt, my favorite color, with a pair of gray skinny jeans.

Once I got ready, I was about to head out the door when I felt a slight pain spiking on my left cheek. It was because I was yawning. I sighed exasperatedly and headed down the stairs.

It wasn't that late, probably 8 or 9. So when I went into the kitchen, I noticed a stack of pancakes ready made with a glass of apple juice. I looked around and saw no Gran who usually waited or hung around in the kitchen. My eyes then caught a yellow squared shaped piece of paper on the clear surface of the refrigerator. I walked my way in its direction, curious as to what it said.

Had to leave early for work.
Some errands to get done for classes.
Made pancakes, on the counter.
Enjoy your last day of vacation.

~ Gran

I frowned as my eyes skimmed the paper again. I was actually looking forward to meeting Gran. I was already in a shitty mood because of the dream. Some company might help.

I started thinking if I should share my dream with Gran; get a little input from her. Then I realized that Gran would only tell me the most obvious things and tell me that I was a wonderful daughter .She wouldn't really understand my situation.

If only she saw how I lacked the comforting skills a daughter should have for their father.

I shook my head as I tried to get myself out of this depressing stance and took a deep breath. I glanced at the stack of pancakes and right on cue, my stomach growled. I slightly smiled and grabbed a fork and knife to dig in.

I finished my pancakes and made my way over to the TV, to check the news.

Reporters were gloating, and so were the news anchormen, about the sun finally gleaming over Forks after a long period. Nearly 3 weeks apparently the clouds were drooping over these people. The reporter was walking to random people on the street, asking them about what they were planning to do. It was the last day of vacation and lots of parents and kids were planning on enjoying the outdoors.

I slightly smiled at the TV's screen when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I flipped it out and saw it was a text from Alice.

Alice: I guess hell froze over today! Its sunnyyyyyy!

I smiled at the comment, remembering she was alluding to a previous conversation.

Bella: Yea it did. Ppl r celebrating outside. I wonder wat the she-devil herself is planning on doing 2day? ;)

Alice: *gasp* R u referring 2 me? I usually wud be planning 2 go shoppin of corse!

Alice: But 2day is no normal day. Gotta go to cousin's b-day party. Out of all days, 2day has 2 be sunny :O

Bella: Lol. Don't worry u'll live. School starts tomorrow

Alice: I know! Now I can't wait! I was dreading it but changed my mind. Yea I'll live. Jasper's coming :D

Bella: Lucky u! Now I'm wondering wat to do. Hav no plans rlly.

Alice: Aww I'm sorry I hav to go to stupid party. I'll change plans for u, the new Forker :)

Bella: Wait did u just say fucker?

Bella: Lol nvm. Caught my mistake. xD

Alice. LMAO fuckers. Kinda seemed like I sed dat rite?

Bella: Yeah. No don't change ur plans. I'll think of something. Maybe walk around a bit more today. The weathers beautiful.

Alice: U sure Bella?

Bella: Yup. Go ahead. You'll have Jasper

Alice. Fine. Urgh g2g. Some errands to run. Bye Bella.

Bella: Alrite bye Alice :)

Talking to Alice cheered me up a bit slightly. Her chirpy attitude seemed to affect me as well and probably will come to use when I'll be down. I know I'm going to have my depressed moments in the near future, so there was no denying it.

I thought about for a second on what to do when an idea popped into my head.

I could go to Fork's Woodlands. Just like I did not that long ago. I might actually enjoy its calming natural atmosphere. I smiled to myself, kind of proud that with my new goals, I'm making progress.

I made my way out of the living room and into the hallway, headed for the bathroom.

My klutzy side of me had suddenly jolted awake, causing me to trip over clear air. I felt like everything was in slow motion, as I fell in the air, my side hitting the wall to my right.

The movement made a loud noise, followed by the wall that also shook. The few frames there also shook against the wall. As I lay on the ground, with my back against the wall, a picture frame landed on my lap, hitting my forehead slightly in the process.

I felt disgruntled and groaned as I rubbed my forehead. I shook my head at myself and grabbed at the stupid picture that fell due to me being clumsy.

Then I paused as I caught a glance of who it was. It was my dad, around his mid-twenties most likely, laughing heartily while passionately looking on one direction. His hand was clutching at his heart, but in mere joy. The glass part of the frame had cracked due to its falling but the crack was right over my dad's hand. Where he was clutching his heart.

I felt my emotion that had happiness in it slightly falter, as did my facial features. Everything just happened in its own way didn't it?

I felt myself clench my jaw and I closed my eyes longer than a usual blink. I slowly got up on my feet, steadying myself while doing so. I took the frame and placed it right over the empty hook where it belonged.

No use in trying to fix the crack. It had a meaning, given from the universe.

I forgot about the bathroom and made my way to the stairs. I went to my room, roughly may I say, and just grabbed a bag, filling with any necessary items I might need. Like a cell phone, wallet, etc. whatever.

I might have been a little aggressive but I felt like some sort of anger filled me.

I trudged down the stairs and slipped on my first pair of shoes on mine I saw. I took out my keys and locked the stupid door after a loud slam.

I just wanted to get out of the house.

I snatched out my iPod from my bag and put it practically on loud volume, blurring out any other noises daring to perturb. It was on shuffle, playing practically random songs. You can just say I was walking with my eyes closed because I was barely aware of my surroundings. All I would have been aware of was the directions to the Woods.

I was wondering if I should take the path that passed the Cullen's house but decided just to take the shorter way. My lips were kind of trembling for now reason but stopped when my mind was put to ease when my eyes were set upon the forest hue of the trees.

I sighed and finally opened my eyes to just look up as the sign of Fork's Woodland came to view. I tilted my head as I scrutinized the big sign, trying to memorize its every little spots and ridges. A car passed by behind me and I looked away, eyes set upon the path in front of me.

Forks Woodlands was actually a tourist attraction which many people didn't really visit. They had small portable map for us to take in a little container places at the end of the sign. These Woodlands ended up being only for the town, where everybody would come and just walk for a fresh breath of air.

Today was sunny, after 3 long weeks, and now people must be eager to go this forest. I heard faint noises of children's laughter within the woodlands and saw much more people walking along the sidewalk.

I took out a portable map I slowly started my journey again, my feet making rustling noises with the leaves on the ground. My eyes scanned the map, skipping parts such as the history and the founder and blah blah blah.

I was trying to look for some places I could go to that many people would really go for. Some places had rivers, few boulders, and insanely awesome landscapes. These natural beauties just made me feel like I was entering heaven.

After so many moments of being clumsy, I still never learned my lesson. My foot caught onto a tree branch that must have fallen and came face first into a pile of leaves.

I sputtered and shook my head to get the leaves out of my head. I looked down to see there was a worm underneath me and groaned.

I heard laughter. My head shot up and saw these two kids were sitting on my fallen tree. The kids were laughing and clutching their sides, their voices echoing off the barks of the trees surrounding us. One of the kids was a medium heighted girl with brown pigtails, who seemed like she was 10 years old. The other kid was a bit taller but he seemed like he was 10 years old, dark skinned and cropped black hair.

Hmm…didn't notice I came here. One of the kids had a toy camera and was playfully taking pics of me. Inwardly, I wanted to slap myself for being careless and now I had bits of muddy leaves stuck to me.

I got to my feet, brushing off any leaves remaining from my body and looked at the kids with a hard glare.

"Har Har. Glad I gave you two a laugh." I grumbled to myself. The boy stopped and just looked at me, cocking his head while doing so and looking at me in wonder.

The girl continued laughing. "Well its funny to see a tourist with a big map fall. They're annoying."

"Oh no, no, no." I said, trying to be assuring. "I'm not a tourist. I just moved in here and use to come when I was younger. Wanted to get to know this town better."

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You've moved in here?" her voice high-pitched. "Well that's a first here…."she trailed off and mumbled to herself.

The boy patted her shoulder and started doing sign language. Every once in a while he'd gesture towards me. The girl did the same, mumbling the message while doing so. The boy nodded and just looked at me.

"So what part of Forks do you live in?" the girl asked.

"Not that far from here." I gestured behind me. "Like 5 or 6 blocks."

"Oh well that's nice. We barely have newcomers here. So as a person whose been living here for a while, don't expect sun like today." She gestured towards the sky.

I chuckled. "Yeah I got that memo." I looked at the boy, who continued looking at me with high curiosity. His gaze made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"His name is Seth. He's deaf so he asked me little while ago what you're doing here. Oh and I'm Emily." She gave me a smile. Guess she got comfortable with me.

"Oh well it's nice to meet you Emily. My name is Bella." And I gave her a smile. I looked back at Seth who gave me a big toothy smile too. "Nice to meet you Bella."

"Emily, how do you say 'Hello Seth. My name is Bella' in sign language." I asked.

Emily looked up thoughtfully before making a quick movement with her hands. I raised my brow at her.

"Sorry could you do that again? I didn't quite catch that cause my brain has been working slow nowadays from summer."

Emily giggled and slowly made the hand movement know as sign language. I slowly repeated her and smiled when I hit it off.

Seth giggled loudly and held his side. Emily shot her hand up to muffle her laughter. I looked at them in confusion.

"What? What did I do?"

Emily continued shaking in laughter. Eventually she calmed down and removed her hand. "You said 'Hello Seth. My name is butt' in sign language."

I felt my cheeks heat up and slowly felt a smile play on my face. "You're really funny aren't you?"

Emily laughed. "Yup. Don't worry. He can read lips. He knows your name is Bella."

"Okay. That's good. As long as I'm not known as Butt to him. So where do you guys live?" I asked. Seth closed his eyes and moved his head to face the sky. He grasped Emily's hand while doing so.

"I live not so far too. About 3 blocks. But Seth lives all the way in La Push. He's just hanging with me and my parents for now." Emily said and looked at Seth. She smiled and quietly said "He's happy now." I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to hear that but felt my heart flutter at their exchange.

After a few seconds of silence, I spoke up. "So…um do you guys know any places that are quiet and you know, have less people?"

Emily's face shot towards me and away from Seth. "Well you could go to the Gushing Waters. Not that far from here and its that way." She pointed towards a path that you could see a hint of water through.

I looked at my map and saw the picture of the area. It was beautiful with its smooth rocks and –well like its name says- gushing water. The trees formed a sort of frame over it, kind of like a bridge but didn't touch each other at the top. I wanted a place of quiet and in its description it said "…loud and striding noise of water against rocks…"

The right below Gushing Waters was an area called Blissful Bedrock. I looked at its description and quickly read one of its lines. "…astounding scenery off a cliff where a large smooth boulder is found off the edge. It's quite tranquility brings a peaceful mind of state…"

"Hey Emily, what about Blissful Bedrock?" I asked, my eyes not leaving the map. I didn't hear a response and looked up.

Emily's face was slightly pale while she looked at me with big eyes. "U-um it's pretty nice but its kind of far and takes a long walk-" she pointed towards a direction to the left of me.

"Oh it's no problem." I cut her off. "I can handle the walk."

Suddenly Seth looked alarmed and made a sign language as if asking her what's wrong. Emily replied with a movement of her hands and suddenly Seth's face kind of paled. Something was wrong.

"Is there a problem with Blissful Bedrock?" I asked cautiously, very curious about their reactions.

"There is a ghost there!" Emily exclaimed with wide eyes. I gave her a strange look. "Ghosts?"

"Uh…uh… no, not a ghost. Erm…squirrels!" she rambled. I continued giving her a strange look.

"Well I guess I can handle the…squirrels." I turned around and made my way towards the path that led to the Blissful Rock. "See you guys later." I lifted my hand behind me, in an attempt to wave. I quickly glanced behind and saw that both of them were furiously making movements with their hands, speaking.

I caught Seth's eyes for a second and saw a hint of fear.

I continued my way with the path, looking at the map every once in a while when there were two routes. Bird calls were echoing off in air and I heard faint chitterling of the bugs. Every time I'd take a breath, I couldn't help but hover over the fact that the air was getting much more…fresh.

I started seeing smooth rocks on the path, ranging from different sizes. Their crunched under the sole of my feet and I found myself walking slower to hear its crunchy noises.

After staring at my feet while walking for a few minutes, I realized that the rocks weren't ordinary. They were…sparkling? Its like the sun that barely made through the treetops could create such a reaction with these rocks. It amazed me.

I crouched down to reach for a rock near my feet. I held the rock within my fingers, scrutinizing it while doing so. It was slightly ridged but smooth as well. I couldn't help but be obsessed with how the tiny particles of the rock would gleam as I moved it. I dropped the rock and got to my feet.

I adjusted my bag's strap on my shoulder and continued on to the path. I think I was getting close and to tell you the truth, the walk wasn't that long and went by fast.

My eyes brightened when it caught a hint of a boulder, excitement starting to course through me. It is just a stupid rock, I thought to myself. Stop reacting like that.

I moved my right foot and as it was in the air, I heard rustling behind me. Startled, I lost my balance and came tumbling to the ground. I groaned at myself and brushed off the dirt that got on me as I got up.

I heard another rustling and my head shot towards it direction. I didn't see anything strange but I kept looking with wide eyes.

I started over thinking coming here and contemplated whether I made a good decision.

Maybe those kids were trying to say something…

A/N: So what did you guys think? Crossing fingers on reviews and will reply to every one.I actually was confused about how to continue once she came to the sign. Then I saw kids and ideas came.

I;m on vacation and I'm suppose to be doing my bad-ass load of homework that I barely touched but instead, took time thinking and writing for this story. Edward and Bella action might, I said might, be coming up next.

Also need a beta. Anyone up for it and explain to me the process? Hehe I feel like a noob.