A/N-This is the prologue of my newest story Run Baby Run. I really hope you all enjoy it and also enjoy the plot. Most of the story will be set in this reservation in western Alberta and is not an imprint story. If you don't like it, don't read it and if you do like it, keep reading it and reviewing =]. Also, the prologue is in like a letter/ journal format type thing, but the other chapters aren't like that. Please read and review!

Disclaimer- Me: "I do not own anything in this story. None of the people, the places, the songs, or anything else. Even the title of this story and the titles of all the chapters are not mine, thank the band We The Kings for that."

Leah: "Sure you own some of the stuff in this story."

Me: "No, I own nothing. It all belongs to its rightful owners."

Leah: "But what about Josh and Kara and Giovanna and Mr. Copper and…"

Me: "Shut up, your not supposed to know who they are yet!!!!"

Leah: "Oh yeah… sorry!"

Title- Run Baby Run

Author- taylorxxoo2

Summary- Pessimism usually doesn't work for everyone, but for those "lucky" few it does. Leah Clearwater was fed up with living as the vampires "guard dog party" and decides to leave La Push. As she heads north on an unplanned run away trail, she seeks refugee in the Canadian Rockies. Feeling safe and free in and around the small reservoir of Morley, Leah tries to forget about her past shadows she left in La Push. What she doesn't know, though, is that there is something, or things, that are running in the woods of Morley, things that baffle both Leah and themselves. Read to find out.

Prologue- I'm staring at your insides (Friendship is a Touchy Subject)

Pessimism usually doesn't work for everyone, but for those "lucky" few it does. Leah Clearwater was fed up with living as the vampires "guard dog party" and decides to leave La Push. Full summary inside. LeahxOC. Please read and review.

Dear… whoever's in hell.

There are many reasons why I am leaving La Push. Not only am I leaving because: A) I am bored of my surroundings and B) I am bored of the people in my surroundings, but also for my personal sanity.

You see, life for me hasn't been going very well. I am, you see, a misfit among misfits. The only female wolf among… fifteen other guy wolves. Now I wonder why people call me a whore…

Hey wait, your probably wondering, "What does this bitch mean by 'wolves'" because I didn't explain about my… transformation. Well long story short, I am a "shape shifter" that turns into a wolf, but I like to call myself a werewolf because it sounds so much cooler. And now I'm pretty sure you actually want to hear the long story, because… well who wouldn't want to know about me. Just kidding.

So anyways, like two years, I was nineteen at the time, I got fed up with my father's constant peckering, and I, being a teenage girl, freaked. But instead of just yelling and stomping my feet, I literally exploded. And by exploded I mean I ripped out of my skin and popped out as a gray wolf. Wow did I start freaking out then. Like come on, I just exploded into an animal; I was allowed to be upset. Well anyways, as the story goes, there were other people in my head, one being my ex Sam. They were not expecting me and they started freaking out. Soon another kid popped into my head, the kid being my brother. Well they were expecting him.

So anyways, girls aren't supposed to phase into a wolf, but I did. I don't know what that is supposed to mean, like am I not a girl or something? Oh well, can't get out of it now, well not for a long time at least. And that's one of the reasons I am leaving La Push. The other big one is that the only two people, that are not family, that I have ever felt a passionate emotion for other than hate, left me for things I can't even call human.

See first there was Sam, my high school sweetheart. Oh how much I loved him, and oh how he broke my black heart. All because my ex best friend and also my second cousin, Emily has to come down and KABOOM, I'm now the ex girlfriend. Oh but of course, it was fate. Oh my, I can hear the bells ringing and the angels singing, what bliss… disgusting.

After Sam, Jacob came along. He was three years younger than me and I had known him for his whole life, but I didn't really know him, you know? Well after Jacob escaped Sam's cult, I measured the pros and cons of leaving and staying, and leaving was the much better choice. So after awhile of being in Jacob's "vampire guard dog" party, we clicked. It wasn't a love type of click, but I could actually feel what he felt and visa versa. But then Bella has to pop out her demon span child and KABOOM; I could hear the angels singing once again.

So, after all of this happen, Jacob tells Seth and me, that we can't go home anymore and have to stay and help protect the parasites and the sea monster. Since when did the Loch Nest Monster and a bazillion leeches need protection. So anyways, long story short, I was stuck living in a little shed the vampires built me and eating food that burned my nose. But I'm not stuck there anymore, because I am leaving and never coming back.

So you see, I do have reasons for leaving, unlike all those prissy, stuck-up girls you see on television. I know, this all seems pretty selfish, what with me leaving my duties behind and all, but really I am actually doing everyone a HUGE favor, because I do know that everyone hated hearing my thoughts. They all hated having to hear me complain days on end about how my life is a piece of crap. But you know, being inside their heads wasn't a day at the carnival either. What having to hear about all the baby imprints growing up, hearing about how well the sea creature is getting at killing bears and about how well everyone's partners are at sex.

You know, I'm sure all of you are thinking right now that I sure do hate a lot of things. Which is true, because I do hate more things than I like them, but I do have my reasons. So to add to my list of things I hate, I hate imprints and imprinting. 'Cause you see, it ruins everyone's lives. Not only does it ruin the life you had planned ahead, but it also ruins the plans all the people around you had. And anyways, why on earth are they called "imprints" and "imprinting?"

If you read the definition of imprints it says, "an effect that remains and is recognizable for a long time" or "to learn an attraction to members of the same species or substitutes very early in life," which the first one makes no sense with Emily because no one can recognize her anymore after Sam destroyed her face and then the second one makes no sense for Jacob and "Nessie" because they are not a part of the same species.

Then you look at the definition for imprinting and it says, "a form of rapid learning very early in animal's social development that results in strong behavioral patterns of attraction to members of its own species, especially parents," which tells shows that "Nessie" and "Emily" really are animals…

You know, I was going to go Lemony Snicket style and tell you about why you shouldn't read this story, but I thought it over. Not only would I be taking some amazing authors idea, but I would also be lying. I would be lying because, I actually want you to read about how everyone and everything ruins my life and makes me go crazy to the point I almost get hit by a truck… Oh screw it; I can't waste my amazing idea.

If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you might be better off reading some other story, or maybe not; I'm not sure my story is supposed to end yet. You never know I could get a happy ending, but then again I probably won't. In this story, not only will there probably be no happy ending, but there for sure was no happy beginning and who knows, maybe very few happy things in the middle. This is my life is a piece of crap. Leah Clearwater, that's me, is an intelligent woman and… has pleasant facial features, but I am extremely unlucky, and most everything that is happening/happened/happens to me is/was/were rife with misfortune, misery, and despair. I'm not sorry to tell you this, but this is most likely how the story will go.

Their misfortune began one day at Briny Beach…

Okay so I can't go Lemony Snicket style any longer, but I can go Leah Clearwater style.

Read my story, have emotions and don't follow in my footsteps. Actually scratch the last part; I don't really care what happens to you.

Peace

Leah Clearwater

PS, if you are a cop, detective, vampire or some stupid pack member…

Go suck a cow!

A/N- Hope you enjoyed the prologue of Run Baby Run. Please remember this is not how all the chapters are going to be! Please if you liked this please press down the little purpley button that says review! And also while you're doing that, add this story and myself to your favorites and alerts!!! Also I know this was a short chapter, but all of the others won't be this short!