Chapter 1: Background

"So where are we going?" I asked my dad taking a sip of orange juice from my glass.

My dad was sitting on the sofa reading his daily newspaper. By the look of his face I can tell that wherever we are going is not a good place but then again my pa won't take us to any bad place. I waited impatiently for his answer but he kept avoiding my gaze.

After about an eternity (1 minute) he spoke "um... We are going to ..." he stopped again as he was about to say the name of the place.

Okay I had enough. "Come on papa are you not going to tell me where we are going. You should consider yourself lucky that I agreed on moving from here"
Yeah well that was true. I still don't know why dad wants to move from here. He won't tell me about it just said that its time for a start over.

I knew deep down myself that he was moving for me. I won't say that my life was the best. But we can't expect that everything would always be good.

My mother always used to say this to me "things will work out in the end… but you never know when the end is." I remember each and every word she had said to me. That's the only memory of her which I can never forget, her lessons on life for me.
If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be the person I m right now. I've gone through a lot in my life, maybe a lot for a child to bear. But that's the other thing about me, I m not weak as other girls of my age, I m a strong and independent girl. I literally don't take shit from anyone. That's totally against my rule.
I missed her so much. Even after 5 years of her death I still can't forget her. Tears started to weld up in my eyes. No, I have to put myself together, for now.

"Well kiddo I decided that we are going to lapush" dad said the name of the place in a hurry. I can't get what he was saying.

"Pardon me. I didn't get you." I said and started to finish my orange

"I said that we are going to La Push." He said and shifted to the other corner of the sofa waiting for my volcano to erupt. The orange juice that was in my mouth a minute before was now on the ground. Some of it practically gets chocked into my throat. The glass was now in pieces on the floor. I quickly stand up and said as loud as I could.

"WHAT?" I said, anger filled in my voice. "What? Why dad? Why after all these years you want us to move there? Out of all the places on this whole earth you decided to move back to that place? You know I don't want to go there. It's just there are so many memories, I don't think that I will be able to handle that." The last part was barely a whisper but I m sure that he heard it.

He stands up, put his paper on the nearby table and came to stand in front of me. "You can't always run from your past sweetie. You have to face it someday."

"I m not running away from anything dad. But just tell me why? Why after all these years you decided to move back there? I guess I have the right to know it." I said. He took a step a forward and pats my head. Urgh I just can't stay mad at him. I love him so much. My dad is the best dad in the world. He is practically my best friend. I share not everything with him but at least more than any other teenage girl would share with her dad willingly.

"You will know when the time comes" dad said and went to the kitchen to eat his cookies. He can be such a baby at times. He thinks that the conversation is over. Oh no I won't let him get away with it this easily.

"And when this 'time' is planning on arriving?" I asked

"I don't know. But I'll let you know as soon as I know myself." He said and took a bite of his second cookie.

"But dad that's not fair." I said pouting.

"Who said life is fair" he said while grinning. Oh no he is winning.

"Dad you know I can't go there." I said more seriously this time. Memories started to flash in my mind.

"Come on kiddo what it is now?" he said looking directly into my eyes.

"My biggest enemy is living there that what it is" I shouted at him but regretted it as soon as I saw his face. He sighed loudly.

"You two were best friends. No one can separate you two. What happened sweetie?" he said softly but that only added fuel to my fire.

"Everything was fine dad, before he turned into some sick, arrogant, idiotic and the one who thinks he ruled the world! And just stop talking about him. I hate him." I said venom spitting out from my every word.

"You can't always ignore him. He is your best friend." he said rising.

"I will ignore him as much as I can dad. And I don't think that he is my best friend because best friend doesn't ignore you when you need them most. Where was he when I needed him? Do you have any answer? No. he ditched me, dad. And you are asking me to forgive him?" tears were now running down my cheeks.

He came forward and pulled me into a tight hug. Everyone who is close to me knows the way to calm me down. A tight hug and I will eventually calm down. But sometimes even that does not work.

"Shh… baby calm down. Please don't cry. I m not asking you to forgive him, but you know you can't hold a grudge forever." He said kissing my forehead.

"I can't believe dad that you are saying this" I said while a chuckle escaped my mouth.

"yeah yeah I know you … you can hold a grudge as long as you want. But just try giving him a chance" he said.

"I'll think about it, but I don't think that he would still remember me. I have changed a lot in these 5 years dad."I said while wiping away my tears.

"I hardly doubt that. Who can forget such a pretty lady? And by the way does this mean that you are ready to go to La Push?" he said raising his eyebrows.

"You know I can't say no to you." He lifted his eyebrows more "okay okay I know that I m not very obliging as a children but yes I m ready to go there. Not because I want to but because you want to." I said and the last part was true.

"Thank you darling. I m glad that you are doing this for me. Now as much as I hate to say this but you should probably get ready for family dinner. I'll pick you up at 7:00 okay. And don't be late like always. And we are leaving the day after tomorrow for La Push. I hope you have no problem with that. This will be the last family dinner here with everyone." He said with a slight smile on his face.

"Okay dad I will be ready in time. See you later" I said and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. My father is a tall man nearly 6ft and I m not short myself I stand about 5 '15 ft. I m the tallest girl in my class. We said our goodbyes and then he left.

I know that my dad misses La Push and his friends back there.

We are not Quileute's hell we are not even Americans. Yup that's true I am from London and I should say that I belong to a royal family of London. My family background is kind of complicated and long.

But I guess we have time. I guess we haven't been introduced properly. I m Elena Celeste Katherine Anderson. I m a princess but that's the only thing I hate about myself. I don't want to be a princess. I don't get why all the girls of my class want a life like mine. If you know me my life is not the one you would want to have. I have been through a lot in my life. Losing the person close to you isn't one of the best experiences of life. It is hard. But you have to get over it, because life doesn't wait of anyone.

Well about family dinner, it is a family tradition. Every member of the family has to be present unless he or she is out of the country. My family is a large one. The eldest is my Grandfather, Albert William Anderson. He is a man that I admire and not everyone get to that side of me. Me and my granddad are not that close but I know he loves me dearly. Then came my grandmother Katherine Hailey Anderson, she is the third person after my father which I can't say no to. She has a great personality. She handles the situation so perfectly that it makes me wonder some time. You may be wondering if my father is the second most favorite person in the world and my grandmother is the third one than who is the first one. Well I will tell you about him later.

My dad is the eldest among his brothers. They are 3 three brothers. First, is my dad, Lawrence Albert Anderson. Second , my uncle, Evan Jade Anderson, we didn't get along really well but what can I say I m not that good and last but not the least third, Michael Robert Anderson. Well it takes almost a month for me to remember their name. And their wives well I don't remember their full name. Hey! You can't blame me. Try remembering name of a person which is equal to four people that's so not an easy task.

Well let's start with my mom; her name is Celeste Mia Anderson. I love her name. I love her. I miss her so much that I can't even describe, after my mom's death my father completely broke down. I never think that he will be able to put himself together because he love her more than his own life. But he did, when I ask him that how he was able to do that he always said that "sometimes you have to live not for yourself but for the others you love. You have to be strong in front of others even if you are breaking inside. Life is never about living for yourself it is about giving the others a reason to smile" his words always gave me rays of hope in the darkest time of my life.

Then came Aunt Gloria Anderson, wife of uncle Evan. Well again we are not in the best of our relationship. And last came Aunt Christina Anderson wife of Uncle Michael. I am not so close to any of them but I can't blame them we didn't live in our palace. Yes we have our own family palace but we didn't live there. I m very thankful to my dad for that. My dad never wanted to be a prince himself. All the manners and the way the royals behave didn't suit him. He always stayed away from his family. He was on a business trip when he met my mother and the instantly fell in love with each other.

They love each other so much that I wonder if someone out there in the world is waiting for me only me. No I have already made a mistake and I won't do it again. I love only my family and friends. No one else and never will. I have made a hard wall made of cement around my heart and I won't let anyone break it. I have made the biggest mistake of my life by trusting him. I went into depression for 2 months and I don't think that I will ever be able to forgive him. Ever. I don't want to talk about it, about him. My trust has been broken so many times by the people I love the most that I don't think that I will ever be able to love anyone else. My mother promised me that she will not leave me but she did. I may not let my family see it but I m broken inside. But I don't show it because watching me in pain hurts them too. I m not a selfish person like many others who don't care about their family. I m different. I m living, hiding my pain for the sake of my family.

And I will do anything to protect them from everything. I m a family girl after all.

So, I think it's enough for now. I should probably get ready before my father comes and starts shouting at me.

I washed the dishes and then went upstairs to my room. My room is pretty large, having a queen size bed in the middle of the room with half my sized black colored pillows. My walls are painted a light shade of blue color. Well blue is not my color but it's my dad's choice so I just accept it. But in my new house it is definitely not going to happen. I m going to re-design the whole house myself whether anyone like it or not.

I opened my closet and stand in there for 10 minutes thinking what should I wear. Well as I said I m so not all princessy type I wear my casual clothes every time. I never went on a family dinner wearing classy clothes but since it's my last family dinner I decide to wear something 'more appropriate' as said by my aunt Christina and surprise everyone.

So I took out a red knee length dress and a black vest jacket with my black pumps.

I took my clothes and went to take a bath. I found it amusing but water calms every pore of my body. That's why whenever I m sad or angry I took a bath to calm myself. After spending a good 30 minutes in the shower I step out of the enormous tub and headed to stand in front of a mirror.

In the mirror I saw the reflection of pale girl. I got my skin color from my mom but my eyes are my fathers. They are as dark as night. They are the most unique shade of black as said by my Grandmother. But I highly doubt that cause I think black has no shade. Right? Well I don't know. But my father said that my eyes are my best feature. And well I know that it may sound strange but my eyes changes color from black to a little light shade when I cry. My hair came to my waist; I have the longest and darkest hair in my whole family. Even my mother's hair wasn't this long and dark; they were auburn and came to the middle of her shoulder.

I quickly put on my dress and let my hair fall down. Well I don't like putting make-up but I can handle it for a night right? I applied mascara and dark blood red lipstick which match my dress. After taking on last glance at the mirror I step out of my room and went downstairs. My father was waiting there for me.

He turn around and his jaw dropped. "Whoa … excuse me have you seen my daughter?" He asked still in shock.

"Come on dad... Don't act like this I m already feeling a bit awkward. Maybe I should go up and change." I said and started climbing the stairs. But he grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"I was kidding. You are looking absolutely beautiful. You should wear these clothes more often." He said and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you dad." I said

"Now if we don't want to get late we should leave. Ready?" he asked while taking keys to his Escalade.

"Ready" I said locking my arms with him. Then we drove to our palace. It was huge. But it's a place where I can't live. When my grandmother asked me to take her thrown as the rightful heir I declined. I don't think that I can take such a responsibility she said that I have all the qualities a queen require and I m more capable then the others but I think completely opposite. But when I declined she respected my decision and refuses to force me into anything which I don't want to do. But then she said something which I don't understand at all. "Don't worry my dear you have more important work then to be a queen. You are a born leader. Let's see where your fate will take you" then she smiled and left me confused.

When I went to ask her she says that I will know but I have to be patience. That's all.

My dad stopped the car and we climbed out of it. My dad starting walking towards the door leaving me behind as soon as I open my mouth to ask him he turns around and said "there's someone waiting for you dear." And then walk back into the palace.

I was standing dumbfounded. I don't know what he was saying. But then I heard a male voice saying my name.

"Ellie" the voice said. Oh no I know this voice. It can't be true. He can't be here. But when I turn around tears started to run down my cheeks. In front of me was standing Dean Lawrence Anderson. My brother and the first person in the whole world who knows me more than myself. I can't believe that he was standing in front of me. I waste no time in running into his awaiting arms. I miss him so much well he was gone for only a week but what can I say. I love him to no end. He hugged me back tightly and I started sobbing on his now wet coat.

"Hey there midget, I miss you too. But it's only been a week." He said while wiping the tears from my face.

"I know but what can I do I love you so much." I said while he chuckled.

"I love you too sweet pie. And may I say you are looking very pretty. Oh, you grow so fast." He said while sighing sadly. I have to laugh at that.

"You are not looking too bad yourself and for your kind information you are only 3 yrs elder than me ok." I said as we started walking back to the dining room.

"Age is just a number baby. I know a lot more than you." He said

"And what does that suppose to mean" I asked

"You'll know" he said and went to greet my dad as soon as I was going to ask him what he meant.

Urgh. Why did they have to keep things from me? I started to get angry but took deep breaths to calm myself. I don't want to ruin my dinner.

The dinner went quite okay. We said our goodbye to everyone and then headed back home. Dean came with us. We said our good night and then went to bed. The next day was going to be a long day. Saying goodbye to your closest friends is not easy but I will manage. But I wonder how they will take my sudden moving decision.

I put all these thoughts aside and went to sleep.

…

Well saying goodbye to my friends didn't go the way I planned. I thought that it would be easy and I will not cry. But in the end I cried, and Kurt my best friend won't talk to me because I m leaving so soon but in the end he gave up and what surprises me the most that he actually cried. It was weird to saw him like that because he is a 'tough guy'. But as it is said "you know the value a person in your life when they are leaving". Same was in my case.

Dakota gave me a good 1 hour speech on 'how to behave with new people' and 'what to do if someone try to hit on you'. I literally have to laugh on that. She behaved as if I was a 3 three year old and was going on the picnic for the first time.

So, now here I am sitting on the sofa, and crying on my brother's shoulder. He is not coming with us, because he has to complete his college. I shouted at him and then begged him to come with me, he was about to gave in but I thought that it won't be right to destroy his future because of my sake. It was his dream to go into that college and as far as he is happy I m happy too.

"Come on I promise I'll call once …no twice a week. And will visit you on holidays." He tried to comfort me. I know that watching me cry was hurting him. So, I just put myself together for him.

"Promise me." I said while wiping away my tears.

"I promise midget." He said while hugging me.

"Stop calling me that, I m tallest in my class." I said while standing up.

"Okay okay. I m sorry." He said.

"Alright you two, ellie go and start packing we have to leave tomorrow." My dad said while patting kodo's fur. My arctic dog. He is an Alaskan malamute. I love him to death. He is very protective of me. I got him as my 13 birthday present. He is three years old and came slightly above my knee. I thank god that at least he is coming with us.

"Okey dokey dad." I said and climb the stairs to my room, Kodo hot on my heels. I packed everything, my clothes, shoes, books, guitar and my scrap book. I have four scrap books. I love to take pictures. It's the best thing to keep memories safe. I took my dinner and then went to bed. Tomorrow I will be leaving London. I was sad but a part of me was bit happy because I can start my life from the beginning. But still someone was there who I don't want to face. Not because I m afraid but because I wonder what will happen to him when he will see me.

A/N:this is my first fanfic... i know its a bit boring but the next few chapters are important for the base of the story.. hope you all like it.. please review and let me know what do you think. :)