"Don't go in there," my mother Bella Cullen warned me without looking up from the novel she was reading. "They've been at it all day."
"What started them off this time?" I asked.
"I believe there was a basketball game of some kind involved. I'm not sure if they were playing or watching, but it's bad."
I sighed. My name is EJ, and even though I am only six years old, I look and have the emotional maturity of a regular eighteen year old. This is more than I can say for my two namesakes: my father Edward Cullen and my mate Jacob Black. I love both of them, but lately they have been fighting a lot. I think dad was great with making Jacob part of the family when I was a baby, but he's still uncomfortable with me and Jake actually being together now that I'm an adult.
"This has got to stop." I remind myself before I make the phone call that will make life even more difficult in the house for several days, but I'm looking for long term results here. They have left me no choice.
