Chapter 1: Isis

Isis looked down at the two coffins, slowly being lowered into the ground. She was held back the tears that were trying to find a way to escape. She didn't want to cry in front of all the people there. The weather was perfect for the funeral. The gray sky was filled with gloom just like here.

Isis always knew it was hard to lose a loved one, but she didn't know loosing a parent was twice as bad, and she lost two making her pain four times more painful than anyone else in the crowd.

She recognized a few faces, but most of them were a blur. They came up to her before the ceremony and told her how much she had grown up and how they hadn't seen her since she was a baby. They tried to jog her memory but they all failed.

A hand fell on her shoulder and she looked up to see her grandfather. He was the only remaining family member she had left. The only person in her life that still remained.

He looked at her and then at the pile of dirt next to the coffins. She knew what he was saying so she walked over and grabbed a handful of dirt and put it in one of the holes, and then she grabbed another handful and put it in the other hole. Once she was done others lined up to do the same.

After each person was done with that, they came over to her grandfather and her to pay their respects. Her best friend, Anita was in the line. She walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" She whispered in her ear. And she did. She started crying the tears that she had trapped for the past three days. When she was done she let go of her friend and wiped her now soaked cheeks.

"Thanks." Isis sniffed.

"Welcome." Anita smiled.

They stood in silence for a bit before Anita spoke up again.

"Are you sure you can't stay here?" Anita asked, her short black hair blowing in her face. "You know you can always stay with us. My mom as always thought of you as a daughter."

"Thanks, but I can't. I need to stay with my grandpa." Isis looked over at him. He was shaking hands with the last few people who were paying their last respects. "We're the only family the other has left."

"But why do you have to move all the way to California? Why can't he just move here to Washington?"

"It's not like I'm go across the country. I'm only going a couple of states south." I tried to smile.

"School started a month ago, are you just going to transfer? Come on Isis, we both know you've never been a new kid before. You've never even been out of the state for more than a month."

"I know, but that's all just a part of life, I guess." Isis said disappointed. "I don't want to go. My whole life is here, but I have to."

"Isis." Her grandpa called. "It's time to get going."

She looked back at Anita. "Well, this is it. See you around." She said giving Anita one last hug. "I'll keep in touch, I promise."

"You better." She said hugging Isis back.

After a while, they let go and Isis walked towards her grandpa. "Alright, I'm ready."

***

The plane ride from Seattle to Los Angeles was a boring flight. The whole time Isis just looked out the window and listened to her i-pod. She had it on her sadder songs play list.

Isis never thought she would see the day when she moved away from Port Angeles. Now she's moving to a southern Angeles. It had been the only home she had ever known and now it's the one place she can't stop thinking about. It's all behind her now. Her friends, her now deceased parents, her life, it was all behind her now, but now was her chance to start a new life, one in Sunny California.

Isis imagined what it was going to be like. All the beaches, the busy cities, and most importantly the people and school. She had gone to the same school through out elementary school, middle school and high school. Well until now at least.

Isis looked out the window before they were about to land. This is my life now, I sighed. Might as well make the most of it. She thought.

***

Her grandfather's house was a normal two- story, brick house with a kitchen, home theater, living room, dining hall, four bedrooms and three bathrooms. He let her have the master bedroom since she have more things. As soon as she walked in the room, she dropped her bag with a loud thump onto the floor. She sighed and looked around the room.

There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room against the far wall. There was a window with a window seat to the right of it and a door that led to the balcony to the left. The dresser was on the right wall while the walk- in closet was over on the left.

Isis walked out of the house and headed toward the moving truck. She grabbed a box and walked out the back of the truck. She looked down the street, at all of the other houses. It seemed like it was going to be a quiet place. She was expecting the busy streets and loud people like in the movie but I guess that's just downtown.

Isis set the box down and climbed back into the truck to grab another one. This box had all of her weights so it was heavier then the other one so when she jumped out of the truck her hands slipped and she dropped the weights.

She closed my eyes, waiting for the loud pound of metal hitting pavement but it never came. She looked down and saw a pair of hands that had caught the box just in time. Isis looked up at the person who caught it. He was about her age maybe older, it seemed like. His shaggy, light brown hair had a shine in the afternoon sun and his eyes sparkled when the sun hit them.

"Thanks." Isis said taking the box back.

"No problem, it was pretty heavy, do you want any help with it?" He asked.

"Oh, it's just my weights, it's fine, I got it." She told him.

"Your weights? How much do you lift?" He said stunned.

"I don't know like 40 pounds each arm." She said, thinking.

"Wow, that's a lot."

"Yeah, but that's how you keep fit in the rainy state."

"Oh so you're the person that's moving into the house across the street from me. My dad told me that the old man had a granddaughter moving in." He said.

"Yep, that's me." Isis said.

"That's cool though, we haven't had any new people in this neighborhood for a while." He told me.

"Well listen, it was really nice meeting you and all but I need to start unpacking." She told him, starting to feel the weight of the weights.

"Okay. I'm Dean by the way. If you ever need anything, I'm in the house across the street from yours." He said, smiling.

"Isis." She introduced herself.

"Like the Egyptian goddess?" He asked still smiling.

"Yep."

"Alright, I won't forget it." He said. After that they both went our separate ways.