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Chapter 1: No

Nessie's POV

I was sleeping soundly when a loud noise woke me up. I could hear the sound of drums being beat and a guitar being played.

I groaned loudly. Why did my brother and his band insist on practicing at 7am? On a Saturday nonetheless. Wasn't that like illegal or something?

I put my earbuds in and pushed play on my iPhone hoping to drown out my brother's music.

My plan didn't work very well so I ended up getting out of bed and went downstairs to make myself breakfast. By make I really meant just poor myself a bowl of Lucky Charms.

I sat down and started eating my cereal slowly. Today was Saturday. For once I wasn't terribly busy. I'm on the baseball team and my school's swimming team. I've loved baseball all of my life practically. Swimming has always been another passion of mine all of my life. I also ride horses on a regular basis. I've been taking riding lessons pretty much all of my life so I can keep improving my skills. My activities typically kept me really busy.

Then an idea came to me. Shopping. I could go shopping today.

I finished my breakfast and got ready to leave. I ignored my brother and his friends as I went into the garage and got my motorcycle ready. I had wanted a motorcycle because I was a daredevil as my parents put it. I was always a risk taker. I went cliff diving when I was seven years old and I've been doing it ever since. Luckily nothing has ever happened to me.

I loved riding my motorcycle. I loved it. It gave me such a thrill and the feeling of the air hitting my face was just beautiful. I could see why dogs loved it so much. The motorcycle was a gift from my dad on my 17th birthday just two months ago. He was the one that got me into riding motorcycles. When I was little he would just sit me right behind him and take off. It was the best feeling ever. When my mom saw the gift she nearly had a stroke. Needless to say she was angry at my father for days but hey at least I was allows to keep the bike! I already had the license!

I was at a red light getting to turn right onto the freeway when I saw them in my rear view mirror. They were right behind me.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach and the blood drain from my face when I saw three very familiar girls in the car. No. I shook my head. I was just being stupid. It couldn't be them.

I looked behind me and I felt my heart sink even lower. There was no mistaking it. My mother, Rosalie, and Alice were in that car. Three faces that I had not seen in 12 years. My hands started to shake really badly.

The three of them, having noticed that I was staring at them, stared at me right back. Looking at me as if they were trying to figure me out. I briefly wondered if they recognized me but then remembered that I was wearing a pink helmet that concealed just about every part of my fave. My riding jacket was also pink. It all matched my bike which was pink.

I was perfectly disguised and there was no way that they'd recognize me at all.

The light turned green and I stepped on the gas a little to hard and nearly lost control of the bike. Great Ness, turn yourself into a pretzel in front of your mother and aunts why not!

All I knew is that my family was here. Living close to me. This was not good. Not good at all.

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