A/N- To all my beloved readers who have followed this story for many years, I offer you the preview to my sequel, Not Quite Home which is currently residing here on FF. I am so happy to be writing again and I can only hope you will enjoy this story just as much as my first. Please join me(and Ms. Sarah Black) as we rejoin our favorite character once again on the Rez, Forks and their very own beach home in Port Angeles. Thank you so much for your heartfelt thanks, wonderful review, helpful advice, wonderful questions and general concern about myself. You are all just the best people ever!

Take it away Sarah!

Today is my Brother's 13th birthday. Do you know what that means? Besides the fact that I am almost 18? Woohoo! But I am getting off track here; do you know what it means to people on the Res? It means every hot blooded(like crazy hot blooded) male from age 5 and up has invaded my home. I am secretly camped out in the linen closet on my laptop hoping this day will pass without anyone finding me in here. Mom and Dad are really popular here, popular enough for the entire Res to make the trek to Port Angeles and our smaller beach home just to celebrate with us. It's always been this way though. My Dad's like Chief or something. I shouldn't say it like, that sounds like I'm downplaying it a little. He's pretty special, supposedly we all are. I've heard the stories, and yeah I'm in awe of what my parents did. How they saved us, all of us, especially me. Even so, I'm not too sure how siked I am to get big muscles and run around bursting out of my clothes, but hopefully things will stay just as peaceful as they've been. It makes a great campfire story, Grandpa Billy tells it the best, but trust me when I tell you I like to hear the replay but in no way am I looking forward to cracking porcelain skulls with my teeth. I look forward to normal stuff like winter formal and shopping trips with Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosemarie. Picking out colleges with Carlisle and learning the piano from Uncle Edward. Pretty sure my Mom likes it that way too. Last week I got the flu, and I spiked a temp, she practically tackled Carlisle to the floor to read the thermometer. I thought she was going to faint when he walked her out. She just kept muttering something about 1-0-8. I know she doesn't want that….

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