It all started the darkest night of the summer. Living alone for the week while my mom was out on a business trip. Our small cottage in the woods never scared me. The walls were heavy brick and painted yellow. A cute little house one saw in the movies. The wolves howling or the freezing cold wind through the curtains never frightened me. I was used to being alone for the most part. Mom was always on her usual business trips. High school life was the same as any other life. Age 16, sophomore year, never changed. Until now.

The school day started like normal. Only the fact that it was the last day made classes more fun. No more reading old fiction in my English Honors class, and no more talk of frog dissection in Biology.

"If I have to ear the word 'bladder' one more time I'm gunna beat the bloody zest out of someone," my friend Holly blurted out.

The sound of the last school bell rang through our ears like sweet music. Juniors scrambled out into the front parking lot, having the seniors gone. The freshman were glad that they we're thrown in the dumpster and the sophomores were thinking it was just another year ended. One excited junior boy ran around the school in a tiny speedo in celebration. The whole campus laughed at him until the principal came out to make him put some clothes on.

Coming home from the last day of freshman year brought a surge of joy around me. Me and my best friends Holly and Bella skipped out of the school singing "What Time Is It?" from High School Musical like retards. After almost losing our voices cheering that we were finally free for three months, Bella had to go see her boyfriend Edward, so Holly and I bid our goodbyes to her.

"I wonder why her boyfriend is so mysterious?" I wondered.

"I don't know but he's really hot," she drooled. I slapped her on the arm playfully and she just shrugged and laughed with me.

But this isn't the story. This is SO not the story. This is just your intro.

I got home around 4:30, late. Mom was out on her business trip, as I said before. The silence was killing me so I clicked the radio on and Paralyzer by Finger Eleven played. It was starting to get dark so I untied the curtains and let them swing across the open bay window. Locking the doors of the house and such got me pretty hungry so I put some left over spaghetti in the microwave and heated it up. I sat down in the big brown leather armchair and turned the TV on to MTV. After watching a second episode of "Cribs", I heard a faint scratching at the back door. I wasn't too bothered at first. "Just the wind," I kept telling myself, until a light whimper was emitting from back there. So I put down my spaghetti and opened the door. At my back porch was a dog. And a really big dog at that. I thought it was a baby bear at first. It's deep russet fur covered all of its body, and the dog limped on one leg. It's front paw was bleeding pretty badly. I let the dog smell my hand, hoping to let it know I was a nice person and I wasn't going to hurt it. The dog seemed to think I was cool so he licked my hand and tried to get up, but he couldn't. So I tired to pick him up and bring him inside where I could get a better look at his paw.

So yeah, not to sound like those childish bedtime stories, but there was this huge thorn literally stuck in this dog's wound. So like the doctor mom wants me to be, I put some latex gloves on and took it out of the bloody mess. I cleaned up his leg and got some Neosporin, not knowing if it would work on an animal, put it on the dog's paw and wrapped it up nice and tight.

I checked around the dog's neck for any tags of any sort and he seemed to be a stray. And it would be cruel of me just to kick him out while he was hurt, so I let him spend the night at my house. I mean, no one was home anyways. So I fed him some of my spaghetti, watching my show and he slept on my carpet. While he was sleeping I changed into my pajamas and brushed my teeth and went to bed.

YAY DOGGY! He's ok!

Anyways…

Weird stuff didn't start happening until the middle of the night. Howls were heard from around the house, as usual. Wolves do live in the woods, ya know. So my new russet-brown friend starts howling with him. Why did I let him sleep on my bed? Thank God it was summer and I didn't have to get up early. But I managed to fall asleep. But then woke up at some explosion sound in my kitchen.

"Don't tell me some magic bird or something crashed into my window and I have to become the pet-doctor again," I grumbled, climbing out of bed. I walked into my kitchen, really not expecting what I saw. And it was quite a sight indeed. A really tall, muscular, teenage boy zipping up his pants.

I thought I died. Or fainted. I woke up back on my bed and blinked a couple times. The tall boy was staring at me. His skin was the same russet color as the dog's fur. Weird. And the dog was no where to be found. Had he run out while this guy was in my house?

I sat up to get a better look at the boy. I gasped. "JACOB BLACK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?"