'Ello, people of Earth! I feel imprinty today, and you should know what that means…IMPRINTATION! But first, her back story. It'll be revealed in the next chapter with her appearance. This is just plain stuff like meeting. Yep, an intro. Nothing more, really. Well, eh, review and be happy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Jacob, Paul, Leah, Kim, Embry, Quil, Sam, Emily, Billy, Renee, Phil, Edward, Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle, Esme, La Push, Forks, or anything else but Katie and Mrs. Mary so far. I do not say I do, I do not think I do, and I do not protest I want to. Stephanie Meyer gave us great werewolves and sucky vampires, and I definitely don't want to be the woman who ruined vampires. Yeah, I don't like her, okay? And this goes for EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER I OWN! K? Let's begin!
"You'll be living here now, Katie." The social worker, Mary, said happily. She was driving carefully, checking how I was doing often. "I know the man who lives here and his son." She continued. "They're very nice people. Billy, the guardian, is in a wheelchair, but that doesn't slow him down. And his son has some gene problem or something! He's so huge, and warm and tall and muscular." I knew Mrs. Mary was just out of high school last year. She must've had a crush on him, I guess. "I liked him." She admitted. I was right. "But he liked some depressed girl who never appreciated what she had!" I muffled a laugh with a cough. "Are you getting sick, honey?"
"No." I answered. "I'm fine. Just got a little tickle in my throat or something." She nodded and kept talking. I tuned her out.
Finally we pulled up to a small house with a huge guy waiting outside of it. He had dark skin, dark hair, and even what seemed like dark eyes. He grinned happily, waving. "That's his son, Jacob. Still looking good!" I almost shot out of that car to get away from her ramblings. It looked like he heard her, judging by the look on his face. I giggled alittle.
Mrs. Mary gently handed me my bag with all I own in it: a few shirts and pants, my phone, my iPod, and my other little things. Waving, I watched her drive off and then spun around to meet Jacob. "Hey, I'm Katie." I said, giving him a knuckle touch.
He grinned and said, "I'm Jacob Black. Do you have a last name?" Hmm, no actually. It changes a lot.
I shook my head. "Well, there's been Smith, Brady, Green, Garner, Trailabite, Swift, Rapids… I've had a lot. Guess now I'll be Black, right?"
He shook his head then. "That is too many names. What if your name was Katie Smith Brady Green Garner Trailabite Swift Rapids?" How the CRAP did he remember all those? I can't remember my own last name usually! Well, that makes sense. I can't remember my first name sometimes! And he remembers ALL of those? Holy crap!
"That would be torture to even try and remember. How the crap did you do that?" I asked him, gently punching his shoulder as we walked into the house. The door was creaky. I'd have to remember that.
"I have an amazing mind filled with-" He began.
"Stupidity." I finished. He laughed and shoved me a little bit. Wow, that is really brotherish. Well, I am his new sister. I'm rambling to myself.
"Hey, hey, hey! It is too soon to insult my brain just yet!" He acted mock angry. I laughed at him and we came into the kitchen. It was simple and casual; I liked it. In it, my new guardian was apparently there. He was there in a wheelchair. He seemed to be 50, with the dark hair, skin, and eye color. It must be Jacob's Dad, I realized. Jacob smiled at him, "You went fishing with Charlie, didn't you?" Billy nodded. "Shouldn't be surprised. Anyway, Kat, this is Billy. Billy, this is your new daughter Katie." I waved.
"Hey." He greeted. "We prepared a room for you, and Jacob can give you a tour. I would, but my house is kinda small to try and wheel everywhere." I grinned at him as he chuckled. I liked him. He just seemed…warm, friendly I guess. Maybe he'd actually keep me, hopefully. "Jake'll give you a tour, after he finished making something for him to eat. You bottomless pit!" He addressed Jake, hitting his arm. Jake just laughed and kept making…whatever he was making.
"What IS that?" I asked him, walking over to poke it. White, green, brown, pink, red, blue, and every other color things were oozing out of it. He looked at it for a few seconds.
He eventually sighed and said, "I don't really know."
I laughed. Maybe I'd like living here, after all.
Well review and be nice please! Peace, you peeps! Yeah! Hehe. I'm kinda hyper, if you must know. Bye!
