I put the card down and go back into the hallway. I walk towards the first step and stop, "She just lost her parents, so.." I roll my eyes, I've heard this a thousand time. I walk away from the stairs and back to my room. I was gonna say thanks, but hey, technically they're already conversing with me. I open what I thought was the closet to find a bathroom. Hmm. I open the small door in the corner of the bathroom and find a closet. It has space or hanging things up and shelves with towels on them on the top. I close the closet and go over to the mirror.
I don't know if I'm what you would call pretty.. I'm Quileute and French, and somehow that came out with a dark burgundy hair color. Hair that is impossibly curly, like tiny corkscrew curls. They fall to about my collarbone, and I have black streaks at the tips. My skin color is lighter and sorta more milky than Quileutes. I mean I am one, but only half of me. I have small peach lips, and a "beauty mark" under the right corner of them. My eyes are the weirdest shade of dirt/mud brown and my eyelashes are super long. My ears are super pierced, about six in each ear. My nose is pierced also, a little red ruby that my daddy gave me. I'm tiny. Period. I'm fifteen, and about four foot seven. Yeah, and apparently I'm done growing. Could I be classified as a midget? My mother was a bit... Charismatic. So, on the front of my left shoulder, I have a large Phoenix, flames coming out of its mouth - tattoo. It's pretty damn awesome, it's black and the details are red, orange, and yellow. The tips of the flames are indigo blue.
Someone knocks on my door, I come out of the bathroom, pulling on basketball shorts on the way, then smooth my blue tank top over the shorts. I had taken a shower and painted my nails black and silver. I open the door and look up at the giant in front of me. "Hi, I'm Embry. Damn, you're tiny... Anyway.. Emily says dinners ready. Oh and I like your tattoo." He says. I smile, "Thanks, I'm Jaycee. You can call me Jay though." I clamp my mouth shout. Shit, I'm supposed to be getting thrown outta here. I follow him downstairs, quiet again.
We walk into the kitchen and see everyone at the table. I sit down and fold my hands in my lap. The three guys stare at me. And I stare back. "Ah-hem. I'm um Sam." The largest says. "Jaycee." I mutter. "Boys." Sam says expectantly. "Paul Lahote." One of them says, focusing on my chest. I clear my throat and he looks at my face. I cock an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes and looks away. "Jared Cameron." The last one says, his eyes on the empty plate I front of him. Emily comes to the table and sits down a pot full of spaghetti. Then, she sets down a platter of bread.
"Well I'm gonna go to bed, I'm tired." I say, pushing my plate forward. I grab my mug of hot chocolate and go up the stairs. "Sam, can we get a wolf tat like that?" One of them asks excitedly. I laugh. I go in my room and unpack my suitcase, hanging some things and folding the others. When I open one of the drawers, I find socks, tank tops and stuff. "Wow Emily's pretty damn nice." I whisper. I put my stuff up and then open the bottom drawer. In it is two polar fleeces, a thin green parka and rain boots. And under them, a pair of black ankle uggs. Sure, it's summer here right now, but their summer and winter are the same thing. Then, at the absolute bottom, I find knee high black and green striped slipper boots. Wow... I'm pretty impressed.. She got all the sizes right and everything.