So this is the first story I've ever actually wanted to put on here. I know it's a little short but I apologize. On Microsoft Word it looks a lot longer. :) I know this is actually where I'm supposed to put the disclaimer in but I think everybody knows that I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or Breaking Dawn. That is the property of a genius named Stephanie Meyer. I do however own Giada McKenna Solomon, Pop Malakai Solomon, and Micah Solomon. I would appreciate it if I could get some feedback. Positive or negative, feedback is feedback. So I hope yall enjoy the story.
Before I start my story maybe I should give you a little background information on myself. I am newly 18, a quarter Quileute (on my dad's side), and in general weird. My name is Giada McKenna Solomon. I live with my Pop Malakai and my younger brother Micah.
We used to live in an itsy bitsy town called Jasper. It's right on the line of the Sunshine State and good ole Georgia; lots and lots of sun. Imagine my surprise when we moved to La Push so he could get back in touch with his roots. Well that and the fact that Micah was sick all the time. Grandpa said the fresh air would help. So here I am in the middle of nothing but green; it supposedly a calming color. It actually has the opposite effect on Micah.
"Grandpa, I'm worried about Micah. He stays shut up in his room for hours grumbling about the color green and how there's too much of it here. Are you sure this move was for the best?" "I wish you would stop worrying. You're worse than your grandmother was. He'll be alright, when he decides to accept the change that is." "He didn't act like this last time. That's why I'm so worried." "Well get over it. We're having some old friends of mine over so clean up. And take that damn harlot makeup off. I don't them boys to get the wrong idea about you!" "It's not harlot makeup Pop, just club cosmetics. I'll take it off though. I was just playing with all my new stuff." "I'm gonna need you to help me cook." I just raised my eyebrow at him. "Well there's gonna be eighteen people here. And nine of them can eat for three people." "Let me change and we'll get started. I can't believe I'm about to cook for an army." "Thank you Kenna." I just smiled at him.
He was right when he said they could eat for three people. The biggest four could probably eat for around ten. They kept going back for more. I couldn't even finish my first plate and here they are on their fourth. It was ridiculous. I liked Pops friend Billy though. He was a sweet old man. Well he isn't really old, just wise I guess. Oh and handicapped but he doesn't let it bother him. When I asked how he became disabled his son jumped on me like white on rice and a glass of milk in a snowstorm. He was way outta line in my opinion. But the fact that he was incredibly hot, delicious and adorable looking overrode that. His name is Jacob. Hot headed but with good intentions.
The first one that I met was Embry though. A total sweetheart according to his mom, Mika. Then there was Sam and Emily. He was so serious but you could tell he was in love with Emily. I almost felt like I was intruding on a private moment every time they would look at each other. Paul was the main one playing Hover tonight. I have no idea where he packed all that food away to. His mother, whose name I learned means I Love You, was just as amazed as me. Quil and his grandpa were okay. Old Quil seemed just a little off to me. Maybe it was the glasses throwing me off. Seth was like a little puppy wanting attention and Leah was the Queen Bitch. She acted as if she didn't wanna be here. Their mother, Sue Clearwater, was, no is the sweetest lady I have ever met. Then there was Jared and Kim. Another happily in love couple who couldn't keep their eyes or hands for that matter off of each other. It was disgustingly happy yet extremely revolting to watch.
I think I identify with Jacob the most, just from the information I gathered while observing, the pack for lack of better words. He was the loner. Not icy like Leah but sad. And oddly I didn't like seeing him like that. Whenever I looked at him I just wanted to hug him to see if he could smile or do anything besides frown and scowl. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop but I caught a few snatches of their conversation and the name Bella was dropped quite a few times. I'm guessing he just recently broke up with this girl or she did the breaking up. Whatever it was, she really did a number on him according to his friends. It kinda broke my heart to know that someone who seems so strong can hurt like he does. So I made myself promise that I would try to help even if he objects. He just can't stay broken like he is. He needs to come back to reality, well that's what his friends were telling him.
Well I think that's the first time that I have actually ever documented my thoughts. I like the way it feels. Knowing that I can go back and read them at any time. To see what I was feeling that day. Well today has definitely been weird but I like it. And this is me signing off on my first electronic diary entry... Goodnight.