Hey! I have been rereading the chapters and editing. Therefore i am reposting the edited chapters that i think are much better. So please read and review. I only have chapter one edited but i will write an author note on the chapters i have edited. So here is my imprint story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the werewolves unfortunately.
The taxi pulls up to a house in La Push. La Push is a small Native American reservation nearby the town of Forks, Washington. Far away from Seattle and all the terrible memories of the day of the high school shooting.
It has only been a little over a month since that day and I am happy I left Seattle to come live with my father. He is a doctor at the local hospital, so he at least, hopefully, will not be around a lot to ask me if I am all right or what happened that day.
That is all anyone asked me back in Seattle but here I have a chance to make a fresh start. Start life over. Make new friends and become happy again. Anyone who went through what I did would love and jump at a chance like this but I just cannot seem to be happy about that. However, for my family's sake I will try not to show how miserable I am.
When the taxi driver finished unloading my bags from the trunk, I grab a hold of the handles to the two suitcases and brace myself as I walk up to the front door of this now rather large looking house. Before I have a chance to knock, the door flies open.
"It's so nice to see you again, honey," my dads says while giving me a hug.
When he pulls back, I get a chance to look at him for the first time in four years. He did not look that much different just a little older. He still has the same dark Quileute hair and skin. His grandmother was a Quileute elder back when she was alive. That is why my dad fits in so well around here even though he just moved back here three years ago after being gone for about twenty.
By the way, he was looking at me I imagine he was doing the same thing. You may be thinking he would be seeing the same dark hair and skin but you are way off. You are pretty much comparing a wolf to a vampire. My dad and I look completely different.
Of course, that has to do with the fact that he is technically not my biological father. I did not know my real father since he died before I was born but soon after my mother got together with my dad and I never felt I am missing anything not knowing my real father.
I asked about my real father once, when I was little and before I learned not to talk about certain things. The only thing my mom said was that he was extremely handsome.
Unfortunately, I did not inherit that and I take after my mother in the looks department. Which is not that bad because my mother is beautiful but I guess I did not inherit that either. Instead, I have really blonde hair, which in the sun almost looks white and is super straight. I also have really pale skin that never tans. The only color on my face is my brown eyes and when I blush which used to be very often. I know I should not be complaining since I am not ugly but I just feel average now compared to what I used to feel.
"Come on in now, don't just keep standing there," my dad said while taking my bags. I gave him a small smile at that. My dad was always so nice and can make anyone feel better at least most of the time. That is why I think he makes such a great doctor.
"How was your flight?" he asked walking up a flight of stair while I followed.
"It was okay but you know how I am with flying," I answered.
"Still afraid of planes, are you?" he said with a chuckle.
"Maybe," I murmured a little embarrassed.
"Well this is your room," he said stopping in front of a door. I opened it to find a plain room simply furnished with a bed and desk. My dad put my bags on the bed. They only had clothes and stuff for school. The rest of my stuff arrives this weekend. By then I will know where I want to put my furniture and stuff.
"I'm sorry but I have to get to the hospital and I won't be here in the morning to get you to school."
"It's okay. I can find my way to school," I was about to continue but he cut in.
"Oh no! Someone will be here at seven to take you to school."
"Oh, okay," I said relieved that I wouldn't have to find my way to the school or worse have to take the bus since I'm not old enough to drive.
"I have to leave now but everything is going to be okay," he said hugging me before he left.
I looked around my room before collapsing on my new bed. I am dreading tomorrow but at least tomorrow is Thursday and it will soon be the weekend.
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