Another Clearwater.

Prologue.

"Aunt Claire?" I call as I enter her humongous house.

I have been living with my aunt Claire for two years. I kind of miss my mother, father, and my siblings.

"Hey, Page." She greets me. "How did it go with Zander?"

You see, Zander is my boyfriend of one year. Well, he was. He just brought me to the coast walk here in Jersey, just to break up with me. It is devastating, but I saw it coming. This means I have to move.

"He broke up with me, aunt Claire." I whimper. "It hurts."

"Oh, Page." She hugs me. "It's your first heartbreak, it's gonna hurt, lovey."

"I know, aunt Claire." I whisper.

"But you know what this means." She says sternly as she pulls away from loving hug.

"I know, it means I have to go La Push, Washington." I say proudly. "I am actually happy to see mom, dad. Seth and Leah."

Aunt Claire smiles. "Sue is beyond exited to see you, Page."

I hug Claire again. "I will pack, now." 

I climb the stairs to the fourth story, aunt Claire's home is a five story mansion. I have always called it a castle, due to its massive size. You should have seen my face when I first moved up here for my rehab.

You are probably wondering, why in the heck were you in rehab. You see, when I lived in Memphis by myself, I had anorexia. I met Zander in the rehab center. That's why aunt Claire hasn't sent me to my mom's. Last time I was there, there wasn't any wolves. It has been a long time. No one has seen me since I have become a teenager.

I open my huge walk in, packing the main clothes I need. I know my closet at mom and dad's is going to be small. So, I have to pack what will fit. I will also have a dresser, so that will help a ton as well.

"Do you need help?" My cousin Gwen asks.

Gwen is your typical fifteen year old, hormonal teenaged boy. He has shaggy brown hair and pale blue eyes.

"Sure, grab my suitcase when 'Chanel' written on it and pack my shoes." I tell him.

He nods and he starts working. I became close to Gwen. He says I am the only one who really understands him around here. Whenever aunt Claire walks in him masturbating, she grounds him and says that is disgusting. When I do, I guard my eyes and get what I need. I think masturbation is natural, especially for a virgin.

I can't say too awful much. I am a virgin as well. To be honest, I'm not really ready for sex. I am only 17. I am one year older than Seth, and one year younger than Leah. All three of us siblings are virgins.

"There you are, your shoes are packed." Gwen tells me. "Can I sit on your bed?"

"Heck, Gwen, you can have my room if ya want it." I wink.

Gwen boots in excitement and jumps face first onto my bed. Aunt Claire chucked at her son's super self before she helps me carry my bags down to the taxi she called. She has to get Gwen in bed for his fest day as a freshman tomorrow.