A lot of people claim they know what it's like to be a prisoner. I say it depends on your definition of prison. Prison could be jail, prison could be an asylum, and prison could be your own mind.
Prison could be your home.
I've always been a bitch, from the day I was born to the day I watched my old love wait at the altar for his precious imprint.
But now I'm done. The one man I thought I could trust is gone, a victim to the imprint. So fuck him, and look out world.
Leah Clearwater's back, bitches, and she's ready for some trouble.
A/N: ok, ok, I know that with Dear Sam on hold and me still working on Truly Jealous, I should not be starting a new story. But hear me out! I was thinking in French class about why the caged bird sings, and that got me thinking about Leah C. again. So yeah. Here's a new story.
PS: No, I'm not still as Twilight-obsessed as I was when I first made my FanFiction. So you can probably expect some other FF's here too. But for now, since these are the characters I know best, this is the stories you're stuck with. I'm so sorry if they're not interesting to you.