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From my mothers old diaries she had the change had been painful as she went into detail telling me all about how your bones snapped out of joints and then you would feel like your bursting and then it would be over feeling sore for up to five days later. However, to me it felt like a hard massage like the ones you get when you get a cramp and then I stood in the forest in my true form.
I knew where I had to go I was already there pacing in the woods remembering the last sentence in her book.
I've told you where to go but not who you must find. All you need to know is the initials B.B.
I do not know who this person was but knew they were special to my mother and apparently to me as well. She had wrote o him often never going into to much detail but telling of the old days when he would swing in the old lemon tree down by the tree or when they had share secret kisses in the dark.
I didn't have many possessions just the set of clothes that were in a bag tied to my leg and seven letters which all had the initials of the special people I would meet while I was in La Push.
B.B, J.B, C.S, P.A, E.C, C.C, & Mine.
All these people I would meet and would be special in a way and once I met them I would know when to give the letter to them apart from Mine for who they were I did not know.
In the diaries it had talked about all five even Mine, I even felt like they were mine but for some reason I felt gleeful to meet them yet at the same time frightened for them and myself.
I started to run for the sake of the finding of B.B and just to feel the wind all around me and fighting against me.
I came across a petrol stop and walked in once I changed. I walked up to the front with a bottle of water.
"That'll be $2.50, thank you for shopping her come again next time." The zit faced store clerk said with a friendly smile.
"Do you know anyone by the initials B.B?" I asked getting straight to the point.
"B.B…Billy Black, yeah I reckon that'll be the guy you're after he just lives down the road from here. I can give you the address." He said already writing the information down.
I left with a fake smile in thanks and ran quickly to the edge of the woods and started to run, although I wasn't in my true form I still had a few of the things I had when I did like speed, smell and hearing.
The looked worn and old fashioned but just as I imagined it. The door was made of hard wood and the structure itself was surrounded apart from a newer shed by thick and rich forest pulsing with life. My hand banged the door with a light thud loud against the quiet night.
The door swung open to show a man my age dressed in a pair of shorts hand full with cash.
You aren't the pizza guy, are you?" He asked face falling into a frown. "What are you doing knocking on our door at this time of night?"
"I'm here to see a man whose initials are B.B?" I asked looking behind him to see a much older man in a wheelchair roll up to the door.
"That's me, Billy Black." He shouted over the now loud room behind him. "What happened now?"
"Nothing, sir. I am here on regard of a letter sent to you by a Renee Swan." I said the words I had rehearsed over a hundred times now slightly nervous since I had not planned to say anything else.
The smile which had been on his face fell and he said, "Please come in this is not the type of subject discussed outside in the open. Mind the mess ad the people in it."
I followed and we walked into a lounge room filled with 5 people who all went quiet as I sat on the floor next to Billy's chair and dug all the letters out.
"Is... How is Renee?" He asked quietly. "Is she happy?"
"You know yourself better than me, Billy. She died when I was two the only thing I have are these letters and her old high school diaries." I said with a sad smile handing him his letter.
He held it in his hand gently as if holding an injured dove and then finally opened it. The room was quiet apart from everyone's breathing and I shuffled through the letters nervous as I wondered if the man who had answered the door was J.B. Finally deciding that it must be looked up and nervously handed it to him than put the rest back in to my bag.
Billy finally cleared his throat, wiping his eyes off with the sleeves of his shirt. "T-thank you Isabella, for coming out here and giving me this memory. Um…It tells me you've come here and need to give out a few letters to some special people, would you mind telling me who they are?"
I pulled them out. "Yours, your son's, P.A, C.S, E.C, C.C & Mine. All I got was her diaries telling me all I needed to know about the past." I handed then to him. "Now if, you'll excuse me I need to go now."
"Why don't you stay?" One of the other guys asked. "We ordered a few pizzas and we're going to watch a game." The youngest of the group said with a smile as he put his hand in front of me. "I'm Seth."
"Bella." I said grasping his hand in a vice grip. "Whose playing?" I asked with a smile as the door bell rang.
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