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Chapter 3- Mark's Return.

La Push decided to awaken something in my father today. He woke everyone at six o'clock sharp. Sometimes, despite my ongoing love towards my family I hated them. No one in their right mind would even consider waking me at six o'clock. Apparently my father decided that he was only exception. Wrong.

"Go away!" I whine while he takes my comforter off me. "STOP!"

Screaming and whining all the way to the bathroom I bathe in the safety of the shower. I hated La Push already. Kali and I got into a big argument over who would get the bed next to the window. Which was already marked my territory since I was the eldest. Apparently that didn't get across to her. She had to swish her brown hair back and forth whining the whole damn night. I officially gone mad.

"EVERYONE MEET IN THE LIVING ROOM!" Germy yelled down the hallway. Unfortunaty, ruining my somewhat peaceful shower.

"Get off of me, you prostetic barbie!" Rover suddenly hit the bathroom door.

"Shut your mouth then, r-tard!" Kali screeched. I got out of the shower and popped my head out the door to see what this noise was about. Only to see, Ms. Princess trying to beat up Rover, a guy like fifty times her size.

"It's too early for this, you guys." I complain.

"Take that you little girl!" Rover smirked, flopping onto Kali while she squirmed away.

"I am a girl!" She remarked.

"Please..." I moaned, closing the door. I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and put on chapstick. I wasn't trying to impress anybody at the dinky little town anyways so I doubt that I needed any make up. I put on my cloths which consisted of flare jeans, a tank top and a sweatshirt. I really didn't need anything more. If I looked like death my first day, who cared? Not me that's for sure.

"Thank God, I thought you died in there!" Kali smiled, skipping into the bathroom.

I focused my train of thought onto my room. It was a plain room, white walls nothing to it. Except for the window. It seemed to be made out of stained glass- mosaic artpiece. Of course, Kali didn't know what that was so she remarked how it was 'pretty'. It was anything but that. It was beautiful. You just didn't get this kind of art anymore. Not like this shifted my mood towards La Push. I still hated the pine scent of the shit hole.

I set my dirty cloths on my bed and got some clean socks at my top drawer of my dresser. I got my converse on and figured I looked better than nothing. Steadily jogging down the creaky stairs, I got into the living room. It was a cicular shape which was very odd. Especially because I was in this crap hole.

"Good morning, Lu." Mark said. My eyes basically buldged out of my sockets. Who? What? When? Where? and Why? Why was Mark suddenly here? He said he was in Washington, sure I figured I'd be in the same state as him but here? Why was he here? He never came over to see us. I'd always assumed it was the distance until I overheard him fighting with Germy about seeing me.

I always thought that he didn't like me too much. Especially after mom, he seemed even more content with not seeing me.

His eyes seemed warm and welcoming. Something that was lacking in our family for a while. He wrapped his arms around me and I swear his arms were a billion times as muscular as they were when he last came over. See, Mark was a nerd. Always has been, probably always will be. But his present appearance makes me question otherwise. He was always the person to play with a chemistry set instead of a football. He hated football- better word, despised it. He really only liked the cheerleaders. But, I blamed it on his teenage boy hormones. I still blame it on that.

"Woah." I exclaim. "When and why did you decide that taking steriods was OKAY?"

I never imagined Mark to be the steroids type. But maybe Washington influenced him in a bad way.

He gave me a boyish smiled and pulled me into a near no-breatheing hug. I swear, if you were there to see me go black and blue you would die too. "Luna, I missed you so much."

What was with Mark? He never said these things. The only time I ever heard him say 'I miss you' was with his little twit of a girlfriend-Trina, and with mom. Only, I don't think anybody could ever miss Trina. Trina was a little skank with too much spunk.

"Ditto."

"MARK!" Aqua screetched, nearly falling down the stairs with excitement. Somebody gave the devil some chocolate.

-.-.-.-.-

"Mark, could you drive the teenagers to school?" Dad asked.

"Sure." He said nervously. He looked at me for a breif moment, somehow I thought I saw a glimmer of protectiveness in his eyes- but as soon as I saw it, it was gone.

Flipping into reality I smiled at him.

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"Here you are, La Push High School." Mark smiled, his arm on the passenger seat while turning his head in our direction. I gulped a little too loud. All of the people looked the same here- Tan skin, with brown or black hair. Brown eyes.

If it wasn't obvious already, I wouldn't fit in. I did have a tan complexion. As inherited by my father. But my mom came from a different tribe also, so my complexion naturally was a few shades lighter. Basically, I was a doppelganger of my mother. And sometimes it wasn't so bad, my mother was really beautiful but sometimes it was really awful. Like when relatives would give me the sympathetic eyes, and a bittersweet smile to go along with it. As if I needed sympathy. I was strong and independant, last thing I needed was somebody to lean on. And if by some reason I did need someone, I had enough men in my life to last a lifetime. And god forbid if I found love here. Last thing I needed was to become a needy and clingy girl star attraction from a sappy love story. I hated those stories. They weren't realistic anyways.

"Come on, out we go!" Ryan smiled, running outside the jeep. Sometimes that kid really got to me. But then again, every single sibling I had did.

I slowly made my way out, feeling the pavement around my feet. In Florida, there was always sand dragged in by the cars. It gave it a home-y feeling. Now, it was just cold wet pavement. Nothing home-y here.

"You good, Lu?" Mark asked. Despite his distaste for me, he had a concerned look on his face about me.

"I'll be fine. I've always been fine." I mumble. Walking up to the school where my siblings all ran into. I pull my hood of my sweatshirt up, I was a long way from Florida. And I couldn't shake all the stares that were heading my direction. They were all... stareing. I hated stares.

"Look at the new girl!" One girl with olive-dyed hair giggled.

"A sweatshirt? Hottt." A boy with combat boots smiled.

As I made my way towards the school I heard more remarks similar towards those. Except a little twig who decided to hit me with a thousand bricks.

"Isn't she the daughter of that woman who slept with all those men?" she twirled her hair. "She apparently died from STD's... Wouldn't surprise me if her daughter's the same way." a glare escaped her eyes, and right then I wanted to hang myself. Give me a rope and I'll do it!

Rover and Justin stopped dead in their tracks. I kept walking. I kept walking and didn't stop until I heard the little 'ding' as signal for entry from the main office.

If I made it through this day, it'd be a miracle.

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After the secretary explained where all the classes were located, she gave me my scedule and wished me good luck.

I went through the crowd with less difficulty than I thought it would be. As I looked on my schedule I realized I was late by two minutes. I eventually got to room 127 where Mr. Blarea sat contently in his chair.

Everyone was already in their seats, silently stareing at me as I walked in. That walk across the room felt like fifty miles to me. All their sets of brown eyes landed on me someway, somehow. And to be honest, I wasn't so sure if I liked it. What I really wanted to do was flip them off.

"Ahh..." Mr. Blarea said, looking at my schedule with sudden curiousity. "Ms. Soto." his face fell.

"Hello." I blush, considering everyone was silent and all eyes were on me.

"I know your father," he smirked, signing his signature on the paper. He handed me the paper back.

"Thank you." I whisper. Enough so that only he could hear.

"And your mother." He replied quickly. "WE HAVE A NEW STUDENT, CLASS."

There were random, 'hello's' from the class. "Would you mind introducing yourself?" He asked.

"No." I sigh, the introductions were always the most awkward of them all. He gestured for me to step infront of the classroom. I did as he asked and said,

"My name is Luna. I come from..." I took a noticably loud gulp. Public speaking wasn't my thing, never was and probably never will. But it wasn't my nature to be so shy, but suddenly in this classroom I did. "I come from Cocoa Beach, Florida."

"Thank you, Luna." Mr. Blarea stated. "You may take a seat next to Kim in the back."

I made my way across the room to the place I was a minute ago. Mr. Blarea talked on and on about the history of Forks, Washington and why we should become scientists. Really I didn't care.

When I took a seat next to a girl supposivly named Kim I felt heat around me. A moment ago it felt cold, but now it felt warm-hot, even. As my fingers went to reach to get my pencil towards the front of my desk I felt an instant sensation of warmth.

That's when I figured the heat was radiating off of these two guys that vagely resembled Mark's biesep looking self this morning.

This was my first step to learning that in La Push, things aren't always as they seem.

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