Prologue: The Beginning

Never in my life would I have thought that this was were I would end up. I'm your average girl from a small town in Washington. La Push to be exact. Now here I am three months after graduating from Cornell University, an Ivy League college in New York state. One accomplishment after the other I made my way through. I was third in my entire class. Third. The 1st place was a smart butt boy from Japan. In second was my room mate, Mia. Probably the only reason I graduated this high. She constantly nagged me to study or reread a chapter or go through her notes with her or even to make up quizzes for her. Einstein barely did anything besides school work. At least until break.

My first spring break as a college student is something I will never forget. Mia the girl who's normally wearing her flannel pajama pants, a black tank top, and her Cornell sweatshirt, was wear shorts so small they hardly covered her but, and one of those jean shirts kind of like the one Jessica Simpson wears in the 'These Boots Are Made For Walking' video. Her normally ponytailed black hair was down in waves and she had in giant silver earrings. She didn't look like Emily. She looked like my high school sister.

Now I'm living in a house that I own with my fiancé, Ash. We are getting married in two months. Wow. Two months. I never thought I would only have five months between graduation and marriage. It still doesn't seem real. I know it's the right decision though. Ash's everything I ever wanted. He's smart, funny, athletic, strong (just not in the steroid taking way, but in the lean muscle way), loyal (more-so than my golden retriever, barley), creative, outdoors-y, adventurous, good-looking, he can cook and to make it even better he does the laundry.

Never in my life would I have thought I would be here. A fiancé that loves, a house to call my own, the best dogs in the world, friends who are practically family, and family that I wouldn't trade for a million bucks and a lifetime quantity of chocolate milkshakes. Yum. Milkshake. I need to make one of them. Those of you who read that and said or thought "It's those not them," I might hunt out and slap. English has never been a strong point of mine. And u want to know what I said from day one? I said "Screw it." Want to know something else? Ya. Well guess what, I still say it.

It's 12 at night. I have my older sister's baby shower tomorrow at ten. To tell you the truth, I'm tired to. I play softball and I had a practice. Avery brutal one at that. We ran 5 miles, practiced fielding for two hours straight, our two pitchers went and practiced while we did in-fielding, then we worked on out-fielding, then offense. Five hours of non-stop practice stinks, very badly. I played center and cover third to so I was working about twice as hard as everyone else. The sad thing is that I have nothing else to do so I've never thought of giving it up.

I looked at the clock one last time to make sure my alarm was on then let peaceful sleeping take over my mind.