Disclaimer: Well, i'm not so good at disclaimers, so i thought id bring along some friends to help:

Jacob: Aw, do I really have to say this?

Me: Yes. It's not so hard, just say it.

Jacob: Alright. She does not own these characters in any way, shape, or form, and they all belong to the wonderful Stephanie Meyer.

Me: See, now that wasn't so hard, now was it?

Embry: Ha! Ha! Jacob's doing what a girl told him to!

Jacob: Call, shut the hell up before i come over there and show you that I don't take orders from girls

Emily: Jacob Black, you will do no such thing.

Quil: Aw, come on Em. Let them fight. I need some more money.

Sam: Ten bucks says Jacob'll come out without a scratch.

Quil: You're on!

Emily: Boys! you're not betting on your friends fighting.

Me: She's right. Let's just let them get on with the story.

Jacob: Fine we'll do this later.

Embry: See? He's taking orders from a girl again.

Jacob: Call, I'm going to get you for this.

Me: Well, here's the first chapter of...

Embry: Wait! Wait! Let me say it!

Me: Fine, Embry. You can say it.

Embry: Omg. I'm a werewolf!!


"Hey baby." I spun around and for the first time that day, I was excited. The one person I knew could being me out of this slump stood right in front of me: my boyfriend, David. I leaned up and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"Not that I mind, but what was that for?"

"Just feeling happy all of a sudden." I replied before prancing off towards the waiting doors of the high school. I couldn't help but smile when I heard his heavy footsteps following behind me.

"Daddy troubles again?" I nodded once and smiled, partly to glorify in the fact that he noticed so much about me, and partly because I remembered my awesome one-liners, even at six-thirty in the morning.

"Still about responsibility and growing up?" His voice sounded so much like my dad's, I wondered if they had been spending extra time 'bonding'. But that was impossible. David was too 'irresponsible' for anyone to have a civilized conversation with. That was why he was often banned from the house. Good luck with that, Dad.

"Yeah. He still doesn't like that I enjoy having fun. He thinks I should drop photography and take personal finance." Even subconsciously, I felt my lips curl at the dreaded class. Who would want to ever subdue themselves to that kind of torture? David only scoffed at my statement.

"You in P.F? Has he ever seen your math grades?" Of course he hasn't. Aside from being a world-class boyfriend, David also was a world-class hacker and forger. I don't think my dad had seen a real report card or test in the four years since I had known my David.

"Now why would I show him those? So I can get yelled at more about not 'excelling in everything'. I'll pass." I said, using the phrase my dad always used. David held open the door for me as I walked into history, followed closely by him. Another good thing about a hacker boyfriend: all the same classes.

"Nothing will ever be good enough for him." It wasn't a question. "How could he ever be disappointed at someone like you?" I kissed him again, first checking for any signs of our teacher. It wouldn't be the first time we had gotten detention for being too friendly during class.

"Sammie, cut it out. Mr. Varner." I regretfully pulled away and threw a thankful glance towards my best friend, Kaity, who had just walked in at the same time as our teacher. She was next to her boyfriend, Michael, who was rubbing his hand up and down her exposed thigh under the table.


The day passed off too quickly, and soon enough, I was getting in my car and driving home. My house is fairly simple: two floors, the main one consisting of a kitchen, living room, two bathrooms, and two bedrooms, one for my father and one for me. The bottom floor was where I spent most of my time. My dad had converted it into a workspace slash game lounge. Well, he changed it into the workspace. I added in the game lounge.

And this was where I was when I heard the familiar rumble of my dad's Audi on the rock driveway. I groaned and pulled my undone homework towards me and changed the channel from MTV to Discovery Network, the one station I was 'allowed' to watch. Like knowing how snails reproduce will ever help me in life. I wasn't sure how music would help me, but if I was going to watch television, I might as well have fun with it.

"Are you doing homework?" My dad's first words to me every afternoon.

"Yes, dad."

"Well, why are you still doing it? You should be doing your chores by now." Only my father would find something wrong with his daughter doing homework.

"I have a lot." I heard his clanking down the stairs, and by the time the footsteps stopped, I had my science notes out and had done two out of the thirty fill-in-the-blank questions I was required to finish by tomorrow.

"That's not good enough. No daughter of mine will spend hours of unnecessary time doing homework while this house looks like a cyclone hit it. Get up and clean."

"What about my homework? I have to get it done tonight." I retaliated, waiting for my father's return argument. Life in my house was like a huge debate, each side arguing until one wins or storms off.

"I guess you should have thought of that before you left your snack plate in the sink and your bags spewed across your room. I swear I can barely see your floor. Now go up there and clean it up." I vaguely remembered one dish in the sink, and one bag on top of my bed. The rest of the house looked like a military sergeant's. Even my books were organized by height in inches and, if that didn't work, centimeters.

"I have homework to do. I'll clean it tonight before I go to bed." I would have to anyways if I was going to lie down in my bed tonight without lying on top of a bag.

"How dare you talk back to me! Go clean it now, before you don't have a house to clean." I stood up. I could feel my blood boil beneath my skin, my heart thumping with every word my dad spoke. I even was shaking from the rage.

"Samantha, calm down." My father commanded, a harsh, general's tone in his voice.

"I will not calm down. Why the hell should I have to clean the house and do the laundry and cook dinner, all while you sit on your lazy, fat ass and watch T.V? No more!" My dad was now truly frightened as I vented, though I didn't understand why. We fought all the time.

I was shaking more and more with each passing second. I clenched my hands into fists, my nails searing holes into my palms.

"Samantha, what's happening to you?" was all I heard before I passed out.


Jacob: Well, u all know the drill. Just tap that little purple button and tell us wat u think of it.

Embry: Purple? It's more of a periwinkle.

Jacob: Periwinkle? What kind of guy says periwinkle?

Embry: Me.

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