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The biting wind whipped my dark brown hair around my face, causing the wretched tangles to form. I sighed as I shivered and glanced up at the cloudy, gray sky. Usual Washington State weather, except it wasn't raining.
"Spoke to soon," I grumbled to myself, as a light drizzle began to come down. I pulled at my jacket to try to keep all the warmth in as possible.
"Jack," my voice commanded. Soon the fat Jack Russell came prancing out of the woods that surrounded the house.
Jumping up off the back porch's steps, I headed inside the yellow house with the sausage shaped dog right on my tail.
Sitting down at the desk in the hall with the humming computer, my eyes instantly glazed over at the science problem before me. That's what I get for begging my parents to be homeschooled. I sit at the computer table glaring at the different problems, reading and re-reading, over and over again, nothing getting through my brain. My brain drifted off to things I rather be doing, the cause of ADHD. I bounced my leg, chewing on my lip trying to figure some sort of science problem, I most likely will never need to know in the real world. The knowledge couldn't seem to soak into my brain.
I sighed again today. I Carmella Uley was extremely bored. I would rather be listening to all the guys and their perverted jokes or Claire talk about the latest drama at high school. I gagged at the thought of all that drama that happened there. The drama is one of the two reasons that made me get down on my knees and grovel to my parents to be homeschooled. The other reason is I just grew away from my friends as they got older and got into more drama, while I went the other way to the pack. No drama with a pack of werewolves, right?
I grabbed at my fluffy hair and pulled hoping it would wake me up from my daze. It didn't, of course. Thinking my brain needed another brake; I got up and plopped on the large sectional in front of the television. I got most of my work done; I just needed to finish science. I turned on the television leaving it on the channel it was already on. Some older woman was speaking about her ghostly experience, while flaying her arms about. I chuckled at the women. She was worried about a harmless ghost while really there are vampires out there, with a ferocious bloodlust, and can snap her brittle bones with the flick of their finger.
A chill ran through my body at the thought of a beautiful, marbled skinned vampire snapping me into two. I shook my head banishing the thoughts from my brain. That would never happen, being surrounded by a pack of werewolves. I hummed trying to block the nonsense that fuels the fire for my nightmares.
The house was quiet except for the hum of the computer and the soft mumblings if the television. It was too quiet for this house… I didn't like it.
I jumped at the sound of the door banging open to reveal non-other than Quil and Claire.
Claire dragged Quil over to the couch and proceeded into them both falling onto the couch, effortlessly, sending me bouncing in my seat with their combined weight.
"Come on in," I said with fake enthusiasm.
"Don't mind if I do," Claire giggled.
Claire isn't the type of girl I usually hang out with. She thrived on all the drama, not to mention her clothing was always questionable. Her tight white tank-top clung to her curves, while her short-shorts are another skin. I guess Quil was no better with no shirt exposing his ripped muscles, though he's a little too bulky, and some cargo shorts.
"Where are your clothes," I squinted at them.
Claire rolled her brown eyes flipping her blond hair, while Quil chucked.
"You'll understand when you're older," She sighed and patted my head.
I smacked her hand away. "You're only seventeen," I emphasized with my hands, "That's only two years older than me!"
"Whatever you two," Quil jumped in, "Where is everyone?"
"Shouldn't you know with being in the pack and all," shrugging, I asked Quil?
"Shouldn't you," he pointed at me, "with being Sam and Emily's daughter and all?"
"True… but then again, I never get told anything."
"Well, that's because you're too innocent."
"I am definitely not innocent with you guys around."
"But…" Quil was about to retort, but was interrupted by the door bursting open, allowing my seven year old brother, Josh, to come running in with Brady and Collin right behind him shouting about the new video game he got. My mom came in carrying a grocery bag, headed straight for the kitchen.
"Who's not innocent," she asked? Her side of her face that wasn't marred turned up into a half smirk, while the other half remained a frown.
"Nobody that's who," I answered, "Not when you live with a bunch of neanderthals."
"Oh, hush," she scolded from the kitchen.
"What, you know it's true!"
I heard the kitchen radio turn on in my answer.
"Oh by the way you have a stalker," Quil said over his shoulder, playing with a piece of Claire's hair. I waited for him to elaborate, but of course he didn't.
"Well… who is it?"
"Who do you think? Your precious Embry Call, of course," he stated!
I slapped myself mentally. Embry Call, my imprint. The same imprint bond I try to ignore. I mean, don't get me wrong I love Embry, but not in love with him. It's a different kind of love though from the rest of the pack. I love everybody else like a brother or an uncle, but Embry's different. I watch everything he does, every little movement I watch. He always has his leg bouncing up in down, he smirks at even the most horrible jokes just to make the person feel good, and how is automatic response when he's embarrassed is to just laugh it off, even though you can see the marvelous blush that rises to his cheeks. His teeth are a perfect contrast to his smooth russet skin, making his smile look even brighter. His midnight black hair is short, but long enough to run your hands through it. He was tall with the height of 6'4, and slender, but also very muscular. He's perfect. The imprint bond is the problem. I get that he's my soul mate and we would have end up together, somehow, no matter what, but it still got on my nerves. They explained that it was just a shove in the right direction, not forced. The thing is I don't like being shoved around. It shoved Dad and Mom together pushing Aunt Leah on the ground. That was not okay, even though it would have happened sooner than later. Now, I want to disobey it as much as possible.
Embry imprinted on me when I was born, at the hospital. I was only one day old at the time. I grew up with him hanging around. He would play any childish games I wanted to play, even when nobody else would. He would try to wait on me hand and foot and I didn't allow it. Most of the time I would want to do things myself, just because I didn't want to be treated any different, but I took advantage whenever I wanted to. That is the same as Claire and Quil though, and look at their relationship now. Literally, right now staring into each other's eyes, looking too much like one of those sappy romantic movies I dislike. Most likely, God forbid, we will end up like that, looking at each other without a care in the world.
I'm just trying to hold out, stall if you will. Hopefully, during this time, I will get my life in order. What do I want to do with my life? Do I really want to stay in La Push my whole life? Do I want to pursue my passion for writing? So, you see this is like a two for one package deal, making the imprint bond follow my rules and getting my life in order. I may still be only fifteen, but I want something to work towards in my future.
I realized I spaced out for a moment, allowing a knowing smirk form on Quils face. His mouth started to open, most likely to say something smart.
"Why doesn't he come in?"
"Beats me," he shrugged.
Slowly, the rest of the pack came trickling in. It is Friday, meaning it was the pack's designated get together date. The only ones who haven't showed up is Dad and Embry.
I sat still lounging in the living room, smashed with all the girls. They are speaking of stuff I do not want to know or hear, so I blocked the conversation with my mind thinking of new ideas for stories or poems.
The door smashed into the wall at 5:23 P.M. letting in a very disgruntled dad, surprise there. When is he not angry about something? Hot headed fool. He stomped in without closing the door, heading straight to the kitchen, where Mom was baking up desserts.
A few seconds later, I found the problem as Embry strolled in, head down in shame. His white tee-shirt was wet, same for his khaki shorts. His midnight black hair glistened with rain. The blackness, from the wide open front door, was a backdrop behind him as he moved gracefully. He stopped before passing in front of the couch and television. He lifted his head, his dark brown eyes meeting my green, a bright smile blossoming on his face. His goofy grin made the breath get caught in my throat. I groaned internally. The imprint was shoving me hard into the back, like the bully it is.
I hope you enjoyed this! It's my first fanfiction ever. I know it most likely has plenty of mistakes, but please don't be to harsh. If you want more please review and tell me!