• "Ugh!" I groaned, "Mom do we have to move? I'm perfectly fine here with my friends! We don't have to move just because you're so paranoid that I'll get into another fight!" Earlier in he week I got into another fight with this annoying kid at school. My mom thought that if we started a new life in a new place- with a new school of course - would change my ways and get in less or no more fights. I rolled my eyes. "Like that would ever happen." I said to myself. Oh, I forgot to menton that I'm 16 and used to have an older sister. Her name was Willow... She was killed... Anyways, I live with my mom in her tiney appartment in Dallas, Texas. When I was six my father also died unexpectedly. My mother said that he was killed in an hunting accident, but there seemed to be more to it than she said, so obviously, I was suspicious and didn't believe her. We kept on living, trying to keep the past in the past, and never brought up their deaths again. "I didn't even start the fight, the teacher just HAD to come when I started to fight back... stupid teacher." I mumbled under my breath. "Hurry up Violet! We're gonna miss the plane!" I rolled my eyes. Like I even wanted to step out of the house. "Do you have everything?" My mom asked impatiently. "Yes mom, I have everything... Do we have to go?" I asked. "Honey, I know that you'll miss your old friends, but you'll make some new ones at your new school." She said excitedly. Oh boy, just the thing I wanted to do. It's in the middle of the second semester and she is bringing me to the rainiest place in the U.S., Washington. Great. Well I guess it's not gonna be that bad, I used to go there all of the time to visit my Aunt and her son, my cousin, Quil. My mom is taking me to go live with them on the Quileute reservation. I started to smile- I haven't seen Quil or his buddy Jacob in a while. I gave up with a sigh. "Ok fine- but i call the window seat!" I yelled with enthusiasm and then dashed out of the front door and into the car. "Ok," She laughed. "deal."