La Push was just the same as Iris remembered it to be.

The same old rusty playground she had barely played on.

The same old beaches, overcrowded by tourists in the summer.

The same old streets.

The same old bungalows that would get renovated once in a blue moon.

The school, however, was different.

Or maybe it was because Iris was five, still in kindergarten, when she left La Push.

*

Yet another year of humiliation.

Yet another year of heartbreaks.

Yet another year of feeling like an outsider.

Yet another year with only dreams and hopes for the future... even if they were growing to be smaller as the days went by.

*

Just as Iris thought her life couldn't get any worse, it did. It always did.

Billy died. And it was no surprise for anyone.

The poor man had diabetes and had been in a wheelchair for many years. On top of that, he was a widower, taking care of many young children.

Iris barely cried at Billy's funeral. She hadn't had the chance to get to know him well enough during her two-year stay with him.



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