Confessions of a Bitter Werewolf

Chapter 1

Entry 1

My name is Leah Clearwater, and for reasons I can't even explain with some semblance of sanity, I'm writing a diary. Seriously I've never been the kind of girl who ever feels the need to pour out my hearts desires to an inanimate object, but here I am. Last week my best friend and cousin Emily Young gave this diary to me because she seemed to think I needed this, and to be honest I couldn't just throw it out.

So here I am…talking to a book. I better make sure to hide this from my nosy little brother, Seth. I honestly don't know what to write, but I guess I just document the uninspiring story of my existence.

First of all I'm Native American—Quileute to be exact and I live on the reservation called La Push. It happens to be on the Olympic peninsula in Washington. I have lived in this sleepy (and very rainy) town my whole life, and despite the fact that it is so small that everyone is getting into your business, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

I'm currently a senior in high school, and in a few short months I will graduate and start the next chapter of my life. But to be quite honest with myself I'm not sure exactly what my next step will be though college is definitely something I want to consider. But I'm sure part of that decision will have to coincide with what Sam plans.

Sam Uley and I were high school sweethearts since my freshman year and we truly love one another. I think what first drew me to him was his unwavering spirit, his loyalty, and of course he's quite handsome. Sure we have our ups and downs but through it all we've stuck together through thick and thin. He has already graduated but for the moment he's staying put, and for that I'm grateful since I really don't want to part from him.

Entry 2

I really meant to write in this diary more frequently for Emily's sake, but honestly I haven't thought about it since the last time I wrote. But now I'm more or less writing to get out the nerves that are threatening to consume me. And for some reason writing is calming me down more than anything has.

I'm so stressed because of Sam. He said he wasn't feeling good yesterday, and we ended our date early. But now it's been nearly forty eight hours and I still haven't heard from him. I've been calling him almost every hour all day long, but I've never been sidetracked once except when Seth got annoying.. Which reminds me…I should apologize to him later.

I'm on the verge of calling his mother and finding out what is going on with him. As it is I'm shocked she hasn't already called me. If I don't hear from Sam in the next hour then I think I will have to head over to his place.

Entry 3

I was absolutely right! Something was wrong, Sam is missing! I've never been more terrified in my entire life. Mrs. Uley is over here right now and we're both waiting for the police to come over to do a missing persons report. I needed a quick moment to try and regain my composure which is the only reason I'm writing in this right now.

I hope nothing happened to Sam. La Push is a tiny town, not usually affected by the crime of the big cities like Seattle, but the thing is crime DOES happen every once in awhile, not to mention there are dangerous animals living not far from here…Thank goodness Chief Swan just arrived.

Entry 4

Well I finally can breathe again, but my worries about Sam's well being haven't been resolved completely. Over the last couple of weeks we've had the police and Forest Rangers looking everywhere for Sam without turning up a single lead. It was as if he disappeared off the face of the planet, and I can't even describe how scared that made me.

Yesterday he returned home, not looking as if he'd been kidnapped, lost, or any other farfetched notion that my mind jumped to during his absence. He just came back suddenly as if he hadn't been missing for several days. Still Sam was home and for that I was wholly grateful.

But the thing that really worries me is that Sam won't say a single thing about where he's been. Nothing, not even to me, his steady girlfriend for over four years. At least he truly seemed happy to see me again. It felt so good for him to hold me in his strong arms again, though when he first did I thought he had to have a fever since his skin was hot to the touch. When I made a comment about it Sam just chuckled and said that he was feeling absolutely perfect. Needless to say I dropped the subject.

I'm still concerned as to why Sam won't tell me where he was, but for the moment I'll just console myself with the fact that he is home.

Entry 5

Ok I'm getting really ticked now. Sam is driving me up the wall and I wish he would just tell what this big secret is since this is getting so frustrating I can barely stand it. Since he's returned home Sam hasn't been himself. Yes he's the same guy that I fell in love with, but he's hiding something from me and its going to make me insane before long.

Besides the fact that he disappeared for two weeks and hasn't spoken about it; Sam's also been out at night all the time and is utterly exhausted during the day. We used to spend most of our evenings together at Sam's place, but he never has me over any more. And then during the day all he wants to do is sleep. I can't stand it, he's pushing me away and I'm getting so utterly fed up with this.

And of course just when I'm starting to get this off my chest, my parents have just informed me that we're going to the Black's for dinner. And apparently Chief Swan and his daughter are going to be there too. Oh well, I'll just call Sam when I'm there.