I am in a taxi on my way to the infamous La Push, home of the wolves. I've never been here, well I have never really been anywhere. On the two plane journey, no one muttered a single word to me, not even the flight attendent to see if I needed anything. It wasnt anything new to me, I was use to it, I just get glares and stares and shouted at like a dog.
I sighed, staring out of the window. All the sight was is trees, woods. Its different to the sights im use to in Lake Quinault, the tall buildings and busy streets, but thats what bothered me. The amount of civilisation around me, it nawed at me that people are living their happy lives while the freak had to deal with fire, storms, strength, speed, and all the adopted parents that I have come across the years. Things never change.
I coughed, making the driver grimace, " How much further to La Push?" I questioned. The driver slowly drifted his eyes up to the rearview mirror staring at me, shocked that I had spoken to him. His dull brown eyes, stared into my piercing green orbs. I narrowed my eyes, daring him to say something insulting, but he didn't. Only turning his eyes becak to the road and nodding at a sign that said 'Welcome to La Push Reservation'.
Recieving the answer from my former question, I reverted my eyes to my hair that lay resting across my chest. The raven black strands, made a huge contrast between my complexion and hair colour. I had the lightest of complexions making me look ghost like.
'Another reason to be classed as a freak' i thought.
The taxi rolled to a smooth stop in front of a small house that isnt well looked after. The garden a mess, and the paint was chipping of the bricks, this is my 'home' for however long they decided to keep me for. I could tell already there isnt much to do in La Push just from the drive, a single street that contained around five stores and a beach thats a mile up the road.
Face free off emotions, I turned and gracefully slid out of the car like a ballerina turning aroudn to collect my bags grabbing both in my hands, I closed the car door and within in a second the taxi was gone faster than a bullet.
Bracing myself, I knocked on the door.
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The Unbelieveable (Twilight Fanfiction)
FanfictionA girl. She is different from everyone else, making her a freak as everyone says. Tatum- Storm, someone who has given up on the idea of being able to be normal, given up on life practically. Years of being called names, being insulted on a daily ba...
