Dear stupid journal (I will not call it a diary!),
Hi. I'm Elizabeth Black. My dad told me to start writing in this stupid journal as a "way to vent my feelings". Grrr. Mom said that maybe I could publish it one day as a fictional autobiography. Why? Because my life is a fairytale. My dad's the alpha in his pack. Yes, pack. Because he's a werewolf. My mom's half vampire. So that would make me like, I dunno, half werewolf, one-fourth vampire? This is stupid. I know I have other family members out there, including my secret brother that I just found out about last night, and I already know grampa Billy, but what about family on my other side? My mom's vampire side? Ooh, I smell breakfast! Hope I never write in here again,
Lizzy
"Liz! Come down for breakfast!" my mom's beautiful voice called. "And look presentable! Your brother is coming home!" I was in the middle of putting on my favorite pair of sweatpants and a holey t-shirt. I growled under my breath. "Why? I don't even know the guy!" I yelled back at my mom. "Which is why you need to make a good first impression!" I closed my chocolate brown eyes in frustration, trying to control my shaking. My dad wasn't sure if I could transform or not, but to be safe, I needed to control my anger. "Fine..." I muttered under my breath, changing into a nice pair of jeans and a baggy off-the-shoulder top. I trudged downstairs, where my teenage parents were waiting.
To clarify, my parents aren't really teens. They just look it. Stupid anti-aging or whatever. I did my black ringlets into a sloppy ponytail with a hairtie I found on the floor. "Jacob!" I heard a voice like chimes ring out. Loud barking was also heard. Every day. Embry and Paul were probably still reluctant to let Aunt Alice across the treatly line, even though she had gotten permission from dad, like, forever ago. She's the only vampire reletive I know about. She stays here most of the time to give us news on what the Voltouri are doing. Oh yeah, I'm being hunted by this mega vampire army because of my uniquity and my threat to society or something. Whatevs. I don't really care. My mom and mom's mom both went through similar situations and neither died (well, one's heart stopped beating, but that's different) so I figuere I'm okay. For now.