Just Another Mission Trip - 1

Chapter one! Hope you guys like it! Sorry if its a bit boring, but if you read the next chapters the action/romance shall begin ;D

     "La Push?!" I shouted loudly to my grandfather who sat across from me at the table. He nodded slowly, trying to read my expression. It was a mix of excitment and couriosity.

 "Zoe, it's simply for just the summer. I wanted to bring you along, you love Washington, the ocean and nature." He sounded as if he assumed I didn't wan't to go.

 "Nononono Grandad I totally wanna go. It'll just be us right?" I asked.

 "Just us and the mission team."

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     Let me just recap for you. If you don't know what La Push is, it's the Quileute Indian Reservation located in the state of Washington. Ever read those corny Twilight books? Yep, the very brthplace of the fictional boy Jacob Black. My Grandad, Marvin is a part of a church group that goes on yearly mission trips to assist Native American tribes in any way. I always go with, but mainly act as the tourist. I do craploads of research on the side about where we're going. Plus, after hearing that our latest trip would be taken to La Push, I got myself a great exscuse to double my work effort. One reason: the local legends. I'm talkin' werewolves baby. That alone makes me want to jump right in and Google the hell out of the topic. The idea of spending my sophmore year summer with a rumored bunch of werewolves actually sounds awesome!

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     Grandad smiled and stood up with his coffee mug.

 "So it's a yes?"

 "My God yes! When do we leave?"

 "You got a week to pack." He replied and walked out of the kitchen. A week? To pack for a summerlong trip? He was asking alot. I'm a teenage girl, blame me? With a dramatic sigh I made my way up the stairs to my room. Oh, and yes I do live with my Grandfather. The backstory of my parent issues is... long. So, I've spent a lot of my life in the small town of Clarksburg, Nabraska. And when I say small, I mean its small. The heat jacks with my hair, the boys all say "ya'll" and the biggest job around for teens my age is detasseling corn. Its bloody murder if you ask me. Just saying.

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     From up in my tiny room I get out my heavy- duty- made- for- lengthy- mission- trips- suitcase. The thing is massive, and even without cargo still weighs a million pounds. I also stuff a large backpack full of girly necessities with room left for snacks and such. Sure, it was a bit silly to pack for a trip that I wouldn't be going on for a whole week, but come on, I was caught in the moment! After packing a few more things I fired up my Mac and Google imaged La Push. Dang was that coastline beautiful! Imagine in person? I continued to look stuff up about the locals, landmarks and all that jazz, frying my eyeballs in the process.

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      I looked up at the clock. Three in the morning?!? God I pushed it this time. My eyes, red and dialated from staring at the screen, made their way to my bed. It screamed at me.

Sleep Zoe! You know you want some!

I looked back to the computer, and turned it off. Time to retire for the night. Or day. Whatever. I sat up slowly, trying to blink moisture back into my eyeballs. Not caring that I was still fully dressed in day clothes, I trudged to the bed. It continued to call to me until I fell face- first onto it. Ah, twas pure bliss indeed.

Author's Note

Sorry if my paragraphs are a bit small, I split it up a bit because I felt like it.

Reviews

[M. Mae Ringquist]

Wow! I was expecting something different but was not disappointed. I think that you could have added more to the chapter, like maybe further introduced some of the characters so we, the readers, can get a better feel for who they are, you know, introduce their personalities a bit more. One way to do this is to describe the rooms, like her bedroom. What dose she have in it? Dose she have posters of her favorite bands? Dose she have wall hangings? What color(s) are the walls? Things like that will give the readers a feel for who she is and what she likes so they can better relate to her.