"Thanks for coming!" I heard my mom call from the front door. I rolled out from under the car and stood up, wiping the grease off of my hands. I stepped outside the open garage door and saw everyone descending to their cars.

"Any food left?" I called as I walked into the kitchen.

"After you clean up." my mom scolded, grabbing the dirty rag form my hands.

"Why? No ones here." I said popping the top to a Red Bull.

"Please Mackenzie, act your gender."

A normal parent would say act your age.

"I am, I'm wearing make-up aren't I?" I semi-glared.

"Go get ready for bed. You start school tomorrow."

"WHAT?" I yelled, we just moved here and I'm already going to school. How messed up is that?

"Yes, you'll be driving yourself and your brother to the high school on the reservation."

"Great. What car?"

"the Camaro."

"the '69? Dad it doesn't even have wheels yet…"

"No, the SS."

"Really?"

My dad is a car junky, he has a fund just to buy cars. He's obsessed with Camaro's, hence the 1969 in our garage, and our SS in the driveway.

"Yep," he tossed me the keys, and I caught them like they'd break into a gazillion pieces if I didn't, "but one scratch-"

"and I'll be selling organs to repair it. I know, I know." I sighed.

"Have fun." he smiled warmly at me.

"Thanks Dad." I gave him a hug, and ran upstairs.

Now your thinking, 'oh she's a rich kid'. My family is well off. You see my grandfather gave my dad his very old, very non furbished, '69. My dad didn't buy just inherited. He's wanted that Camaro ever since my grandfather got it, he intend to scrap it for metal. But, considering my father was going to stroke, he just let is sit in his back yard. It was quite an eye sore if you ask me. Once my father inherited it, he wouldn't stop talking about it. Probably expecting my brother would love it, and he'd get some bonding time. But I was the one that was all into it. And he was perfectly fine with it.

After we had made plans on where we should start first, we started a fund. Five dollars out of my allowance would go to it, ten dollars from his pay check would also go to it. We use it to buy our parts. We have a new carburetor and a few other things, but not to much. It's a long process that me and him give our all to. My mom doesn't like the idea, at all. But she does like the fact we spend time together and it makes us happy.

Now, on to our SS. No its not the newest Camaro out, but it's new to us. It was my dad's old friends. The man was getting married, and was expecting a baby soon. And let's be honest, a Camaro isn't exactly a family car. So he sold it to him a quarter less than sticker price, it was deal he couldn't go by. I worship that car, So much I almost shot a bird that tried to poop on it. Yes, I love that car that much.

Our Family has a total of three running cars. The Camaro, my moms Honda Courtesy , and my brothers and I Mitsubishi Lancer. So no, we aren't rich, we're middle class. We just know how to budget money, and still get the things we want.

I looked out my bedroom window. The small suburbia we lived in seemed dead, no lights were on, and no one was outside. It's like they all share one bedtime. I looked beyond the roofs of the houses, and saw the setting sun just about to touch the grey ocean. I looked over to my right and saw more houses going down the street, I looked to my left and saw pure green. I'm not used to the all the green, I'm in a major culture shock. The closest I go to trees was Central Park, not my backyard.

Then the thought of school surfaced in my mind, and I groaned.

La Shove High, here I come.

"I hate this school!" I yelled into the air, after my first my class. Several students walking by looked at me weird, I glared in reply and kept on with my self pity.

"This school is amazing!" my brother beamed as he walked up to me, slapping someone's hand as he did. I glared at him, "What? Can't handle being around your own heritage?"

"Yes, everyone blends into together!" I yelled.

"Watch it, that could be taken as racism here." I looked up and noticed it was one of the guys from the Barb-B-Q, Embry.

"Aw, come on!" I yelled, and threw my schedule at him. He laughed, and un-crumbled it.

He busted out laughing, "Its seems you have half of your classes with me, Quil, and Jake."

"Who?" I asked, crossing my arms. Even though I barely know Embry, I feel sisterly toward him. I don't know why.

"Quil?"

"No, that Jake dude…" I said handing him my backpack as I dug through it trying to find a notepad for the next class.

"You'll meet him today, he's Billy Blacks son." He said, holding the bag open.

"Ohhh." I grabbed the notepad, and closed the bag.

"What's our next class?" I asked him. Matt had ran off earlier with Seth.

"uh Art." he said looking at the crumbled yellow paper in his hands.

"Yes." I smiled, my day got a little better.

"You like art?" he seemed shocked.

"Yep." I smiled, opening the door.

"Can I cheat off of you?" he asked, I laughed, "no, I'm serious."

"No Embry. You may not cheat off of me."

"Darn." he laughed.

I sat down at a table, Embry sitting across from me. Soon Quil came in and they started talking about something.

"where's Jake?" Embry asked, stealing my notebook to look at my drawing.

"He's going to be late…" Quil said, also looking at the sketch.

"Bella." Embry said, but it didn't sound like a question.

"Who?"

"Jacobs in lo-" Embry started, "It's nothing Mackenzie." Quil finished.

I glared at him. I had a feeling me and Quil weren't going to get along very nicely. Embry handed me back my notebook and I got lost in the sketch. I was so into it, I didn't realize someone was sitting next to me until I felt something hot brush against my arm.

I looked up and over and saw some dude sitting next to me, a hood over his head, so all I could see was his profile.

"uh…" was all I said.

"oh Mackenzie, this Jacob." Embry said, him and Quil where on the edge of their seats, as if they were waiting for something.

"Hi." I smiled, and looked over at him. He didn't look at me. He just nodded, "Er, do you talk?"

"Yeah." he said, bitter in his voice.

"um, good…I guess?" I said, shifting in my seat. I hate awkward conversations.

"Come on Jake!" Quil said.

"No, I'm not going to ruin a life." he mumbled.

"It wouldn't be ruining a life." Embry said, settling back into his seat.

"I'm not doing it." he said through gritted teeth.

"Do what?"

"Nothing." they all snapped.

I just nodded, its not like I cared. Okay, maybe a little, but I can live.

I pulled out my ear phones and put them in. I turned to The Game by Disturbed, and hit play. The rest of the class was a blur of pencil led and eraser marks.