Okay, so while I'm waiting for people to review FOREVER BROKEN so that I can update, I decided to write a little side story. I want to write about a wolf imprint. So I chose someone I like who doesn't have an imprint already. Embry! Ta-dah!

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"Sweetie," my mom said, walking into my room. She had a donut in one hand and a bottle of Root Beer in the other. Uh-oh.

"Yeah, Mom?" I said, setting my magazine on my fluffy purple bedspread.

"Well, Honey," uh-oh, she called me Sweetie, then Honey, and she brought me a donut and a soda. Oh crap. "I got a job back in Washington."

"What!?" I yelled. Ok, so yelling was unlike me, but was she seriously going to do this to me again!? The look on her face very clearly said, Don't mess with me, I've had a long day, but I didn't care. She was NOT going to do this to me again. Not now! Not after I had finally made friends!

"Sweetie, please keep your voice down."

"No! I don't want to move again! I made friends! And I'm on the dance team!" There were tears in my eyes now. "And where are we going to live!? In case you haven't noticed, Mom, we live in a one-bedroom apartment!"

"Cecily, I don't have time for this."

"Of course you don't! you never have time for me! You always have time to move for your benefit, or get a new ass-whole boyfriend who you like for some stupid freaking reason, or go out to eat with your boyfriends, leaving me with nothing to eat at home!"

"Honey, I know that me being a single mother is hard for you. I know you miss your father, but-"

"Don't you dare bring Daddy into this! This has nothing to do with dad! This is about me!"

"Oh, it's always about you, isn't it!" my mom yelled, her motherly façade over.

"No!" I screamed at her. "It's never about me! It's always about you! And your boyfriends, and your job, and your happiness!"

My mother raised her hand as if to slap me, and I stared at her, making sure my face had, I dare you, written all over it. She dropped her hand. "We're moving next Tuesday!" she yelled. "To live with your aunt and cousin in La Push!" And with that she slammed my door closed.

I fell onto my bed, sobbing. I pulled out my cell phone. At least that's one good thing. I'd be living with my cousin Quil, who I'd always been really close to. He was like my big brother, but without the backseat fighting and the hair pulling, because of the distance between us.

I dialed Quil's number, and sighed with relief when he answered. "Quil! She's making us move again. I hate her! She doesn't care about me at all!"

I waited for his response, but it was silent for a moment. "Um, hello, this is, uh, Quil's friend Embry…I think he's around here somewhere…"

"Oh, my god, I am so sorry!" I said quickly. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable!"

"No, no, it's fine, here's Quil."

"Hey Cecily!" Quil said cheerfully. I burst into tears. "She's making us move again, and now your friend Embry thinks I'm an idiot!"

"No! no, no, no, he doesn't think you're an idiot! Embry's cool. And I heard you're moving in with us! That's cool! But, uh, we only have one guest room…"

"I know! She doesn't care about me at all! She can move whenever she likes, it doesn't affect her1 but I just started to make friends!" I sobbed into the phone.

"No, no, don't cry! It'll be okay! You'll have me! And Embry and Jake and Seth, and Collin, and Brady are in your grade! Seriously, please don't cry!"

I wiped my eyes and sniffed. "Ok, I'll stop crying if you swear to me I wont have to eat lunch alone on my first day."

"Eat alone!? Uh, you're eating with us whether you like it or not!"

I laughed. Quil could always make me laugh. Though I managed to meet people wherever me and my mom moved, he was my only true friend.

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"Ces!" Quil yelled as I got out of my aunt's car at his house. He wrapped me into a huge bear hug. Speaking of huge… "Geez dude! Are you on Steroids!?"

He laughed. Then he grabbed a lock of my black hair with red tips and raised his eyebrows. I shrugged. I liked it that way. I grabbed my suitcase and walked into what would be my new room. My mom was sleeping on the pullout bed in the living room. If it had been up to my mom, I would have been sleeping there, but my aunt put her foot down and told my mom that if we were going to be staying here, I got the guest room. My aunt Janice is so cool.

I looked at my one suitcase and purple messenger bag. I had learned a long time ago that the less irreplaceable item I had, the easier moving was. My suitcase was huge, I'll admit, but it was still only one bag. I pulled my Twilight poster out as well as my All American Rejects poster, and my autographed picture of my favorite author, Meg Cabot. Then I found a stapler and began to decorate my room.

"Twilight?" Quil's voice said from behind me. I nodded, not turning around.

"What's it about?"

"Vampires," I replied. "And some werewolves, but mostly vampires."

Quil apparently had nothing to say to that. "You need help unpacking?"

"Sure," I said. "You can help by pulling random crap out of my bag, and I'll tell you what to do with it." He laughed, and for a moment I was happy again. But then it was gone.

"Okay, picture of you and your mom."

"How old?"

"You look about five."

"Bedside table."

"Okay. Let's see, vacuum sealed bag of shirts."

"Open the bag and dump the contents into the…top drawer."

"Got it. Vacuum sealed bag of…oh, um, let's see, uh, what else is there?"

I laughed at Quil's nervousness at touching my bag of underwear and bras.

"Oh, hey, there's a picture of me and you. Bedside table…Okay, let's see, stuffed animals?"

"Bed."

"What do you have this for!?" Quil asked, shocked. I turned around. "What do you- Don't touch that!"

I ran and grabbed my gold locket from Quil. I never wore it, for fear that I would lose it, and because it was supposed to be a secret that I even had it.

"I'll explain it to you some day, but only if you keep your mouth shut, ok?"

"You got it. Okay, let's see what else is in here…"