PROLOUGE
I opened my window and looked out. It was late. My father, Charlie, had already gone to sleep. I climbed down the tree from my second story bedroom. I raced, as fast as I could, into the forest. There my friends were waiting.
"That took you a while," the voice was familiar.
"Sorry Jacob," I replied, "Charlie took FOREVER going to bed tonight."
"Bella..." Jake was nudged by Sam in the arm. "But perhaps sorry and a hug," he said coming up to me, arms open wide.
He wrapped me in his arms, and held me there.
"AHEM!" Sam said, making Jacob release. "We ought to get going, don't you think?"
Sam and Jacob did what they always do. They go off into different parts of the forest, and change. They don't change cloths, but body forms. They came back carrying their clothes in their mouths. When they came back, they were wolves.