User blog:BlondieEllie/Chapter 1 of my Twilight Sequel

1. NEW BEGINNINGS

I sat staring out of the window, listening to some shouty punk band on my iPod, when I felt a bump and realised that we had landed. My mother, who was alseep in the seat next to me, woke with a jolt and stretched her long, thin arms.

"Are we there already?"

"Looks like it."

It had been sunny back in Philly, but here in Port Angeles, in the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State, it was pouring with rain. I sighed, and for the millionth time wondered what had made my mother decided to move back to the place where she had grown up: the tiny Indian reservation of La Push, fifteen miles from the nearest town and otherwise known as Dullsville, USA.

I had been going every summer since I was born to visit my grandparents, but since they died when I was ten I hadn't been back. Though beautiful, the reservation was the place I'd ever choose to live. Great for hiking, surfring, whale-watching and so on, but the village has a single shop, a frighteningly small high school where I would stick out like a sore thumb with my pale coloring, and year- round rain. In short, the rez was my own personal hell, to which my mother seemed determined to exile me.

I had never been able to understand Mom. Our personalities are scarily alike, but mentally we're on completely seperate wavelengths. And physically... well, we couldn't be more different. Mom is almost stereotypically Native, russet-skinned and raven-haired with almond-shaped brown eyes, a straight nose and razor-sharp cheekbones. And beautiful. At almost forty, men's eyes still follow her wherever she goes, not that she cares of course.

I'm the opposite. As tall as Mom, but whereas she's lithe and slender I'm curvy and a few pounds short of plump. Luckily, I curve in all the right place; Mom's not the only one who gets checked out. My hair is light blond, thick and straight, cut to shoulder length, and my skin is the color of fresh cream, though it tans easily.

Outside, the sky was dark, stormy gray, rain falling so hard that I could barely make out the airport building not thirty feet away. I pulled up the hood of my black jacket and and retrieved my carry-on bag from the overhead locker, then followed a fat, sweaty man wering a Seattle Seahawks sweater down the aisle and into the deluge outside.

Sorry, part two of the chapter will be coming tomorrow!