Growing up in La Push was odd. I always felt like I didn't belong. My older brother would never let me hang out with him. Even at a young age. He fit in perfect, he looked like everyone else. I stood out like a sore thumb when I was in town or at school. I begged my brother Sam to send me to a boarding school, away from this town. But he shot me down every time. I was sick of this small town, where everyone knows everyone. If you did one little thing that was wrong, the whole town looked down on you. It was aweful. People are waiting for me to mess up.