I do not own anything or anyone. There. I said it. I am sure you are shocked to know I am not Stephanie Meyer but please try to calm yourself from the wave of disappointment.

Prologue

Diary (n.)- A book that you can write all your thoughts and feelings in.

You can also write evil stuff about the people you hate. People like to read other peoples' diaries.

- As defined by Urban Dictionary

Before you truly submerge yourself in this journal I have two things to say:

First, Jacob Ephraim get your grimy little paws OFF my stuff...

Seriously...

Put it down you insufferable little turd or I will sick Sam-O on your ass!

Second, if you are one of those people who loves your normal little life and does normal little things without rocking the boat too much...well you should put this journal down too. Right now. Close it, walk away, and pretend it does not exist, because what I am about to tell you will change the world as you understand it forever.

Anyone still reading? If you are I commend you for your bravery I guess...and apologize for the grocery list on the front page. Apparently dad couldn't find any other paper...

Anyway enough with the tangents already.

I should probably preface this by saying this journal/diary/notebook is thanks to the brilliant and freaking amazing Emily Young. She gave it to me a while back and told me to write down all my thoughts, experiences, and emotions in it. She said it would help "keep me sane". Of course I was grateful to her then, even if a diary was a little girly for my taste, but I had no idea what she meant by the comment about my sanity until last night. Oh boy do I think I lost a lot of that since yesterday.

It's amazing how life can change in a blink of an eye isn't it? It's amazing how one minute you think you know and understand the world you live in and the next you realize your knowledge extends to just about nothing at all. It's amazing how you find out that fairy tale ledgends are real!

Oh...that's never happened to you has it?

Oh well. Whatever. I should probably start filling you in on my story huh?

I guess the best place to begin by saying the man I am in love with is a werewolf...Wait. No no, that's not the beginning...uh...maybe I should start with this:

The first time I met Paul Griffin he tackled me...

UGH! No that's not where this story beings either!

Emily was wrong. This so does not come naturally.

Okay, okay. I legitimately think I know where to start now. Hang in there with me.

Ready? There's no turning back after this.

My story begins like this:

I, Rachel Black, returned home to La Push at the beginning of this summer even though every bone in my body was against the idea. That is when my life changed forever.

Hey guys! First story here. Don't worry the chapters will be MUCH longer than this short little blurb of a prologue.

You should know that I am an avid fan of reviews. Seriously. Your feedback is so very appreciated. So REVIEW...please.

Rachel is a character that is just too much fun to pass up and Paul...I mean come on!

Anyway I hope you enjoy reading Rachel Black's account of her very own wolf story.