Every light in the house is on.
The light didn't look the same; it was not as bright as I remembered it to be. Standing there looking out the window I could just see how we used to run
around in granddad's well-kept yard. Well it used to be well kept not anymore though. Now it looked like there could be gremlins hiding down there. I looked
around the yard and in the edge of the woods I could just spot the tire swing where dad used to push me, not anymore though,
know he will never push me anymore, I know I may be too old to be pushed on a swing by my dad but it's the memories that count and the feelings that
comes with those memories. Used to that one word kept on repeating itself in my brain used to not anymore how I just hate those words.
tomorrow would be the last day, the day where my whole family or what's left of it will go to Seattle and follow the coffin back home or back to my
dad's childhood home, this will never be home to me, this will be a sad replacement of what used to be my home. There will be no dad coming in
the door there will be no smiles and laughs as I greet my dad when he comes home from deployment and I get to keep him near until they call
for him again.
My Dad LT. James Johnson, proud soldier, great man. My hero. He took care of me since my mother died of breast cancer when I was 5 these last
11 years it has just been us and my dad's parents, my grandparents but they died when I was 16 and since then the two of us stuck together like
glue. Know I need to find a way to hold myself together without him. my dad had just been send to Iraq to train the new troops in close combat he
had been gone less than a week when I got the message, we are very sorry to inform you that LT. Johnson died when a bomb landed in the training
facility. I don't remember the exact word use or the man who came with letter the only thing that is clear in my mind was that I was alone and that
I didn't know how to turn of the heater or if I even should turn of the heater, why was I even thinking about the stupid heater my dad is death and
all I think about is a stupid heater. Why am I so weird, why did he have to die, why I am alone, what I do, who it is I want all these answers from?
know I stand here in a room in my granddad's house in forks, I haven't been here since my mom was buried, my dad and my granddad had a
disagreement and I was told that I never would get to see my granddad again. But here I am looking out of the window out all over the town I was
told I never would see again, but I guess things change. Tomorrow we will follow my dad's coffin from Seattle airport to the family burial plot where
we will lay my dad to rest next to my mom. I think they would be happy to know that they get to spend the afterlife together again, I always felt
like they didn't have enough time together in this life so it makes me happy to think they will get all the time together in the afterlife. I couldn't help
but think about who would turn up to the funeral. Who would care enough about my dad to show up; maybe it would just be my granddad and me.
that would be awkward, he may very well be my only living relative but that doesn't mean I know him or that we can stand there and comfort each
other, but even if somebody comes the only one that would get comfort would be my granddad because to me they a just as much strangers as my
granddad is.
The next day I was up an about by the time my granddad was waking up, I think I scared him a little when he saw me standing in the kitchen
looking out over the yard. But he would never admit that. "Hi baby girl what are you doing standing there? I was just on my way to wake you up."
"Good morning granddad I just couldn't sleep I kept on thinking about the last time I saw my dad, I really didn't think it would be the last time."
I know sweetheart, sometimes the good lord just can't wait and calls good people home before we are ready for them to leave, it happened to your
mother, your grandmother and know your dad sometimes it's just the way life goes." I couldn't believe a word he said. How could he, how could he
think that way, how anybody could think that way. I got so mad that I just took my shoes and ran.
Half an hour later I was walking around the edge of the woods when I heard a noise but it was not just any noise it sounded like a screech but not a
very human screech. I looked around but when I didn't see anything I just decided that I should probably get home and talk about my feelings with
my granddad, my dad always said "when your first reaction tells you to run away, you must instead turn around and run there, because it's the
brave thing to do, and we Johnson's are brave." I always follow my dad's sayings because it was those sayings that made him the man he was and
it will be those sayings that make me the woman I am going to be.
Just the way you are.
The wolf pack had all gathered at Sam and Emily's house, all of them were sitting around and eating breakfast when Paul came in the kitchen looking around
pulling his hair. Emily "hi Paul sit down and have some food before your brothers eat it all. What's wrong, why are you pulling your hair, stop that".
Paul "I don't know, I really don't know, I can't seem to calm down but I'm not mad it just feel like I'm, like I'm supposed to do something or be somewhere else". Sam "do you feel a pull, have you meet anyone?"
Paul stopped moving around and stood swearing in to the wall. The others gave up trying to talk to him and just let him stay where he was. Paul could feel
the pack moving around him, he could hear what they said but he was just suddenly feeling so sad.
Paul left after a while and found himself wandering around the old cemetery. He had no idea what he was doing there put he felt a pull of some kind driving
him, pulling him to go there. He looked over the stone wall and could just barely make out to people he didn't know standing of to the side of a burial plot,
there was some other people standing around but no one he noticed standing nearly as close to the as those two, one of them was an elderly man he stood of
to the side the girl stood beside him holding the American flag, did this mean it was a soldier being buried, he didn't remember to have read anything about
it. Just like that there was a swift wind blowing and he saw the girl hair blowing in her face. Paul hurried along he didn't want them to think he was spying on
them or that he was standing there being creepy. When he was walking back to Emily's and inside the house, he found himself thinking and singing of a song.
"Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying. She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day"
All the guys could hear someone singing and ran in the living room where the only one standing there was Paul. Quil laughed "oh my god Paul did you turn
sissy on us, never thought I would see the day where you would come singing and looking happy at the same time." The other guys laughed and joked, but
Paul didn't care he couldn't find it in himself to be angry or mad. When Paul stopped to think about it, it even sounded strange to here himself think this way,
maybe he was coming down with something. "Hey Sam you jackass I thought you said we couldn't get sick, then why the hell am I singing some lame ass
tune?" Sam just stood there staring at Paul "Paul where were you just now?" "What the hell does that have to do with anything? Are you getting down with it
to?" Quil was looking Sam and Paul up and down with a shocked expression then he moved away from them with a look of disgust. "Ewe, why are you
standing there if you are contagious?" Sam felt like he should beat the dumb one with the dumber one of the two but right now it was a draw between the
two of them. "Paul don't you see what is happening? Don't you feel a connection between the weird stuff that's been happening to you?" Paul just stared at
Sam with his mouth hanging open, but then he started thinking," I was feeling a pull and it led me to the cemetery , then there was that weird song after I
saw the girl and the elderly man at the cemetery. Shit, Sam. Do you think what I am thinking?" "I don't know Paul it depends of what you are thinking"
Quil and the other guys stood of to the side and was taking in the conversation, then Quil blurted out "Shit, Sam you think it's a ghost pulling a prank on Paul
after he was at the cemetery?" Jacob slapped Quil in the back of the head while he shook his own head. Everyone else just started slapping their own
forehead. Paul didn't know what to feel after Quils dumbass comment in a way he wished it had been true because then he didn't have to come to terms with
the scary truth. Sam looked at Paul "you my friend are close to finding your imprint" the pack all dropped the food, the remote-control and Emily even
dropped the pot she was holding. Paul started shaking his head while muttering no like a stubborn teenager. Then faster than a vampire could run he was out
the door. He didn't even make it in to the woods before his body started to change its form.
Sam looked back at Emily and said "I think we need to help Paul as much as we can."
