Hi luvvies! Thanks for all two of your reviews! IheartHP95 and Spooky Kat 87 were my only two reviews, unless I get more as I'm writing this chapter! I forgot to put translations for my last chapter's other language. The first translation was from the name, which translates to The Academy of Arielle Frances of Studio of Dance except it was supposed to be The Arielle Frances Studio for the Academy of Dance, but the translator I used was stupid and it wouldn't let me have all that. The second one is Appreciate your time of dance please and remember: We do not want dancers who want to dance, we want dancers who HAVE TO dance! So IheartHP95, you were VERY close. Cheri is Darling, so any time you see that, you should know. Splendid Gooses, or what my characters called them, 'Gorgeous Geese', was Oies Splendides. Oui, oui. Avancez, alors, le chéri! means Yes, yes. Move forward darling, then! Loving my superb translating skillz? Droit? Droit. Bien, sont vous dans? (which I forgot to put in italics in the story, sorry!) Translates to Right? Right. Definitely, are you in? Voir-vous les jolis poulets plus tard, alors the last one, translates to See you the pretty chickens later, then! Okay, done with that! Enjoy Seth's point of view, because I thought he deserved one! It'll be short, with just about zero action. Not very exciting, eh? Maybe if you review, you'll give me ideas! Maybe I'll make it a double update day! Love you all, Allie. And review, lovelies, review!
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So...He's a Werewolf
If there was one thing I hated the most about being a werewolf, it was having to keep it from everyone. I'd love to go and flaunt myself in front of the ladies and say, "Hey, where are you gonna get some werewolf?" and watch them swarm. But that's not what would happen. Someone would call Animal Control, or PETA, or something like that, and all I'd get was a dose of tranquilizer while they put me up somewhere in Canada. Even if I was a werewolf, I had no sense of direction, per se. If I got stuck up in Canada, someone would have to come get me.
But there are perks to being a werewolf. The speed, the sense of smell (mhmm, Emily's cooking...), the fur — it keeps you warm, mind you, and most of all, the sense of family. I've never felt closer to my sister in my life, even if she is still a total brat. It's nice to fit in, to belong somewhere, and that's just about my favorite part of being a huge, sandy wolf. The feeling like your part of something, feeling like you matter. Even though, well, I've never really mattered much because Collin, Brady and I were the youngest and, well, that doesn't leave much for us to do but be tag-a-longs. It was rotten, but then again, we were always first to get the food. And, man, was it always worth it.
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"Cowin, hand me yow muffin," I said, trying to talk around my muffin.
"Why should I! It's the last one. Do you think I'm that thick?" Collin thrust his muffin into his mouth. It was probably cold by now, because he'd been hoarding it the whole time while Brady and I were stuffing our faces. Did he honestly think that it would be better after a long wait? I thought not. Emily placed a new pan before us.
"Slow, it's hot. Don't touch the —," but she stopped, remembering that, even if we touched the metal, it wouldn't be much hotter than us. That was another thing for a werewolf — you couldn't really get burned. I mean, sure, you could, say, you fell into a bond fire pit, but we werewolves always healed up quick. It was a perk, definitely. I loved being a fast healer. I could do tons of dangerous stuff, and not have any consequences for it, all save for some grief on my mother's part about, "Not getting the point," or "Do you see Jacob or Quil or Embry doing that?" She always compared me to the three of them. Sure, Jacob was just about my idol, but that didn't mean that every time she compared them to my actions, I'd see the light. It just didn't happen that way.
I yanked two muffins from their slot in the pan and thrust them into my waiting mouth. Brady broke his in half, tossing one half in the air, shoving the other quickly in his mouth, then attempting to catch the other in his mouth. Keyword — attempting. He missed and the steaming zucchini bread muffin slapped him in the eye. He clapped his hand over his eye while Collin and I erupted in hoots of laughter. Emily rushed over with a cold pack for the thirteen year old while he took off the muffin piece. While Emily wasn't looking, he pushed the half into his mouth.
"What did I tell you, Brady?" she asked in a tone laced with sternness and warmth. That was normally the Emily combo.
"Not to do twicks wif muffins." She was so busy with his eye that she didn't notice that he was chewing as he spoke. With an enormous gulp, he sighed gently.
"How does that feel, Brady?" She asked kindly, standing back so see if his eye looked OK. It looked fine to me. Besides, we were fast healers.
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Have you scented the Cullens or others, Seth? I recognized Sam's cool, calm voice inside my head. I was just at the edge of the forest, near the treaty border. I hadn't scented anything along the border, so they hadn't been near here in a while. Maybe they'd been going to the state park to hunt? I had nothing against the Cullens, but I didn't like the fact that they went out and drank animal blood. I mean, sure, it was better than human blood, but still. It gave me the heebie-jeebies. A strong, familiar plant scent caught my attention and I looked over to see a blackberry plant to my right.
Nope, no vampires here. It was boring not to find anything. I hated not finding anything. I'd always longed for a vampire to fight, even if I wasn't the best at fighting. It would turn this work into play. Yes, I considered patrolling work. You had to go around all of the borders, and check the area inside of them. Vampires weren't common, so when you were on patrol and you found on, it was lucky. Well... lucky if you didn't die, that is. Or get all your blood sucked out, which is dying, I guess. Not that any of that happened...yet. But it could.
OK, then, you can go head in. Make sure you tell Embry it's his turn to come out. Ask him to bring Collin and either Jacob or Quil. OK? His voice was commanding. He was always so in control.
Got it, I thought, trying to hold in my excitement. I was getting off early! It was always great to get off early, because then I could go with Collin and Brady down to Port Angeles. There were always the hottest girls there.
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Well, how was it? I'll never know until you guys review. I'm seriously considering making this a double update day, so get ready for either the Encounter between the two of our characters, or another Annabelle chapter, which would be meeting her mom. I'm going to do more Annabelle until I can get Seth's character in order. He seems kind of flat to me right now, so I'm going to do some character development. OK? Bye Dearies!
Love,
Allie