IN THE BRIDGES HE BURNED
or the way that she died

A small figure was hopping around her home madly trying to find a pair of shoes that were matching. It was highly annoying forever losing things because she was in such an upheaval, but hey it was part of life. She was living with her parents but they told her pretty soon she'd have to go and stay with her cousins, spend some time on their turf so they didn't have to keep coming to hers instead, it wasn't fair. She remembered clearly sighing but secretly being thrilled at the idea of seeing more or Seth and Leah, lord knows she missed them when they didn't come to visit regularly enough. Seth was such a cute boy and Leah had long since stood as Emily's closest friend, she wondered if that would ever change actually.

Finally finding two white sneakers that she thought were matching she slipped them on her feet and began the frantic search for some kind of jacket that could act as a buffer between her and tugged her jeans up over her bottom half again. She was heading down to La Push for one reason and one reason only, she needed to get off the Makka. Seeing the same people over and over again was nice and she liked to know everyone but really sometimes it felt like she was being suffocated by the small community and the way everyone seemed to watch her, just encase she should get hurt. Everyone was protective and Emily had always been one to like her freedom.

When she was finally ready to leave she heaved a sigh of relief and grabbed her bag, skipping out the door without even bothering to tell her parents where she was going at such an early hour in the morning. Emily had always been an early riser, and she always would be so they had just stopped asking after a while, she merely left them to sleep now. Her keys were hanging on the hook just inside the door and she grabbed them just as it closed, pleased to have had the sudden rush of intelligence before the door shut.

Jumping in her car she pressed the key in and was off, escaping the reservation walls and beginning to trundle up the hill towards the other reservation, La Push. She really had no clue where she was going, she was simply wandering down there and hoping to find something to do, or someone to spend some time with. Before she truly knew what was happening she appeared to be pulling up outside the Clearwater Residence. Laughing at her own instincts she jumped gracefully from the car, remembering a phone call she had recieved earlier that week, from Seth's Mom. She'd told her Seth's car wasn't ticking over as it should and so being who she was that was the first thing she chose to go and have a look at. She knew a little about car engines from what she had picked up over the years, so she might as well give it a go as she was likely to be the only person not done for trespassing. After all she was family.

When she heard the voice above her she smiled to herself and put down the wrench she had been wielding with what she hoped was the correct motion. She was just the sub, if she could get it running then great, if she couldn't Seth's Mom would call a proper mechanic. Sliding out from underneath the car she grinned cheerily up at her cousin, her dark hair spilling out as she lifted herself into a sitting position. "Good morrow Cousin," she laughed, quoting from Romeo and Juliet for comic effect.