Authors Note: I wrote this when I was really young and it isn't the best. You have been warned!
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Savannah Elizabeth Carter and her family are forced to move to Forks, Washington because of a hurricane. Luckily her cousins...
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(Amber)
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(Josh)
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(Josh's outfit)
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Josh, Amber, and I are sitting on Ambers couch in her living room.
(Amber's living room)
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"Where do your parents get all of this stuff from?" I ask, looking around her living room. "My aunt owns a store in Seattle and sells stuff like this." She answers. "Of course it's your aunt." I say. "You should see the store." Josh says. "I have a idea of it." I say. "It's 100 times worse than this." He says. "Wow." I say. "Okay, change of subject. What are y'all planning to do in the future?" She asks. "I'm planning on owning my father's restaurant." Josh says. "I'm going to be a veterinarian." I say, smiling. "I am going to be a lawyer." She says. "Nice." I say. "Oh! I have to get going, I have to help a friend out in LaPush." I say, standing up. "Bye, guys!" I yell, running to the door and leaving.
~time skip~
"Emily, sorry I'm late." I say, entering her house. "It's fine, can you hang this picture up while I go plant some flowers?" She asks. "Sure." I say. I help Emily around her house and she pays me $15.00 an hour. I told her multiple times that she doesn't have to pay me but she insists. After I hang the picture up, wash dishes, and clean the living room and kitchen the pack returns. "Hey, babe." Paul says, sitting down and grabbing two barbecue sandwiches. Good thing that Emily and I made 80 barbecue sandwiches.
