AN: Here is my entry into the competition for ReD-cHeRrY-bLoSsOm's IMing With The Cullen Family. If you haven't read that story go read it now!! It's hilarious!!
Oh.. I almost forgot the most important part. I am very excited and happy to say that I got first place in the comp. and am helping to write the next chapter in the chat!!
Here is my entry into the story contest, hope you like it. If not, I still had fun writing it... (please remember to read her story!! It will be under my favorites!!)

Seth P.O.V.

The van pulled to a screeching halt in front of where I was standing on the street.

I turned to sprint into the house but someone was faster. I large tan hand puled me into the back of the van. I saw Sam's face and then I blacked out...

--twenty minutes later--

I was awakened and told that we were going to take me Cliff diving again.

I tried to run but Paul held me down firmly.

"Leah!! Help Me!!" I screamed as loud as my lungs could manage with the immense weight of Embry on my chest.

My body heated as they made me phase.

They were going to do it to me again!! There was no way to avoid it!! Why did Sam have to insist on using ME as a life jacket?! Wasn't Quil or Embry just as good of a flotation device? The only difference between us is color. Which compared to most bright orange life vests, any color would be an improvement...

My thoughts were interrupted as Sam tied my wolf self across his chest!!

I howled in protest to this cruel and unusual punishment. Never in my life had I experienced such a traumatizing event as the last time he had done this... I cringed at the thought of the pain of hitting the water after jumping off the highest Cliff in La Push.

Wriggling I tried to dislodge the thick ropes holding me to Sam. My futile efforts were stopped when Sam ran to the edge of the Cliff and jumped.

The wind whirled past us fluffing me to twice my average size. The water was suddenly in our faces as we plummeted towards the bottom of the ocean.

My now wet fur was full of little air bubbles from the fall. The bubbles helped us rise to the surface faster.

Once Sam stared swimming back to shore he cut the ropes holding me to him. Instead of swimming I tried to not get any wetter and hold on to Sam.

Five minutes later we reached the shore. All the guys were laughing saying I looked like a wet cat holding on to Sam. Great now I'm a wolf-cat, because being a werewolf was never enough...

Thanks For reading!!

xoxo,

bellacullen1620