Okay this is a sequel to "I Could Give Her So Much More". It's about Jacob imprinting on a fiesty, tempered girl. Here you go!

"Nicole...Nicole wake up!" My mom called. I groaned. "Nicole Ann Jones! Get you butt up. You don't want to be late!"

"I'm up!" I yelled harshly. God, she is so annoying. And I don't care if I'm late. I don't even want to go. I mean I'm getting sent to live with my Aunt Sal and Uncle Peter.

You're probably wondering why I'm getting sent here then aren't you. Well 1.my mom can be a total bitch and over react. 2. I got in some trouble. Not much, but a little. That is why she overreacted. Just because I was caught on school property at 11:30 at night, she overreacted and sent me to live with my aunt and uncle. But, I probably should mention that it is a big school and it has fences surrounding it. My friends and I climbed it. Maybe I love school that much. Okay. That's a lie.

I got up and went to my dresser. It had my clothes on it. I picked up the long black shirt. It's like a dress it is like a tank top. I put on my tight black jeans. I put on a gold chain necklace with a heart on it, and a black bead necklace. I spiked my short black hair. I was finally ready. I grabbed my duffle bag and slung it around my shoulder and I walked downstairs.

"Ready to go dear?" My mom asked.

"Whatever." I said, in a tone that said I don't want to talk to you right now. She just doesn't get it. I grabbed my skate board and went to our SUV. I put my duffle bag in the back seat with my skate board. I climbed into the front. My mom climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. We drove in silence, finally we were at the airport. We both got out and walked to the doors. I grabbed my stuff out of the back. "I'm going to miss you Nicole." My mother said.

"Sure you will."

"Now knock it of Nicky. You know I will miss you."

"First don't call me Nicky. Second then why are you sending me their?" She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off. "Don't answer that. I gotta go."

"Bye Nicole!" I waved back at her.

The plane ride to Port Angeles was boring. I just wanted to go hang out with my friends. I walked down the terminal and saw Sal and Peter. Sal came running at me. "Hey, Nicole. How are you? Hope your good. Your going to love La Push. It's a reservation. Cuz you know your mother and I are Native American."

"Let the poor girl get a word in Sal!" Said Peter.

"Oh I'm sorry. So how are you?"

I put on a fake smile "I've been good. How about you?"

"That's great! We've been good." Good she bought the lie.

"How about we go get your luggage and then we'll leave." Peter suggested. Good cuz I want to leave I don't want to be here. We went and got our luggage and drove to La Push. It took two hours to get their. I hopped out and got my board and duffle bag out of the trunk. I walked into the house and looked around. I knew right away I wouldn't be here much. It was so tiny. It had a small kitchen with a table in the corner. It also had a small living room with a couch and love seat. I walked down the hall one room was Peter's and Sal's. Mine was the other one. It was a nice size for a small house. It had a double bed, a small desk, and a closet. The walls were white. I knew I would be painting them. The comforter was also white. "You can paint the walls and I'll give you money to buy new sheets if you like." Sal said for behind me.

"Okay thank you!"

"Your welcome. How about you finish unpacking and then you can look around this place by yourself. As long as promise you won't get into trouble."

"I promise." This is why Sal was cool. She let you do almost anything as long as you don't get in trouble or it isn't too dangerous. Unlike my mom totally.

I finished unpacking in about ten minutes. I walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of water. "See ya later." I said to my aunt and uncle who were sitting next to eachother in the living room. "Bye!" They both said.