Jenna's P.O.V.

I had been staring at the same point on the brick wall in front of me for 6 hours. I sit in this alley day after day, no food,
no water except what continuously falls from the sky, and no body to love and comfort me. I have been having this weird feeling lately. The only way I can describe it is depression. Usually I am a pretty optimistic person. I am almost always happy. My friends always told me that someday I would be a depressed witch someday because I spent my lifetime share of being happy already. But, that was when I had friends. Now I just sit here.

With that thought my attention is returned to the brick wall. Soon enough I had fallen asleep.

I awoke that night, my guess would be around 8, and found that I was extremely hungry. But by now I had learned to shut out the hunger pains.
I clutched my wooden pendent of a wolf.
This necklace was all I had left off my dad. He gave it to me on my 14th birthday. It was a Sunday night and I had been crying because he wasn't here for my birthday. I hadn't gotten to see him all day, but just as I was getting ready to fall asleep, he walks in. That night I clung to him like I hadn't seen him in years.

* *Flashback* *
"Dad!" I yelled, "I thought you weren't coming"
"Honey, you know I will always be here for you."
"good. I never want you to leave me." I snuggled into his warm embrace. "Here I have something for you," he pulled out the necklace, "I hope you like it."
I squealed. It was beautiful! "Oh, dad! It's absolutely beautiful! Did you make it? How? Does it stand for something?" I fired questions at him. He rumbled a deep, playful laugh. "Yes, Jenna, I made this. It stands for beauty ...as well as something that you wouldnt understand quite yet. But I promise someday I will tell you and you will understand completely." he smiled his beautiful pearly white smile ,that stood out against his russet skin, down at me. He laughed at my awed expression, "now go to bed honey."
That night I fell asleep happier than I had been in a long time.

In the morning I woke up and took a shower, put on my makeup, styled my hair, and very carefully I put on my beautiful necklace. As I was going downstairs I realized that my father's loud voice was not to be heard.

My dad worked at the police station and he would always be called out on business for reasons that he said he couldnt control. I guess because of this I really didn't think much about why he wasn't home. I suppose that he was gone so much I just put it in the back of my mind.

That day when "the evil step-sisters" and I got to school, it was just a normal day. Until 1:53...
**End Of Flashback**

Thinking back on it, my father had never talked about work or where exactly he went every night and day. I had never thought that maybe my dad could have been lying to me about where he went all those years. I was too innocent to think that he could have been hiding something from me. I might not ever know because he died before he got a chance to tell me.

Again my attention was diverted back to the brick wall. The ugly dirty red and brown bricks made me feel gross and claustrophobic.

I had to get out of here. I had to leave, go somewhere else.

It was almost as if I was being compelled to walk to the next alley over, to get away from this place.

I stopped when I was walking through the garbage piled up in dirt path. For some reason, it seemed like something deep inside of me was telling me to stop here. It wasn't my conscious, but something else entirely. It couldn't have been that the spot next to the overflowing garbage looked comfortable or inviting because it didn't. It really, really didn't. But there was no hope in telling that to me. I ignored the garbage, the rats, and the smell because...well I dont really know why. I just did. And the second I sat down I was out like a light.

2 hours later

I was awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps coming toward me. I panicked. I began telling myself that if I just sat here and pretended to be asleep the people would pass by. Nobody ever wants anything to do with a homeless person. People act as if we are diseased.

The sounds were becoming louder, more disinct.

I looked through slitted eyes and realized that it was four men.

Four huge men. Holy shit! I think I'm dead, that one in the back looks just like my dad. Hmm...well this is definitely not what I expected heaven to be like. Unless. Shit! Am I in hell? oh crap. Oh God, I really didn't mean to call them evil step-sisters.

I was parted from the little rant inside of my head when the two in front stopped and looked directly at me. A man behind them said to stop there are homeless people all over Seattle. Let's just move on.

Yeah that one almost got me to stand up and slap them all silly. Almost.

But I stayed still pretending to be asleep. The one that looks like my dad gave the group a look like he did not want to be messed with and that they needed to listen to his commands. I wonder what that was all about.

The man in front continued to come forward and from what I could see he was really hot. Tall, extremely tall, muscular,
extremely muscular, and tiny cutoff pants. Wow, maybe I am in heaven.

"Seth" the one that must be in charge ordered.

Before I could even process anything else the man that must be named Seth was standing right in front of me. I slowly looked up first gazing over his feet, calves, thighs, butt (sigh), abs, shoulders, and finally his face. I must have looked like a retard gawking at him like that. But for some reason I just couldn't stop. But as I continued to look at his face I saw my reaction mirrored in his. It looked like he was a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.

I could have stared all day long, but far too soon the man the looked like my dad was standing before me too. He looked exhausted

Seth turned to him "Sam, What do I do? I can't just leave her here. You know that."

The man that was named Sam turned to me "What's your name?"

Oh what the hell. What do I have to lose? "Jenna Lonetree," They gave me a blank stare. "Yeah, I know it's weird. I'm Native American."

They just continued to stare

I divulged even deeper.

"I know I don't look like it but my dad was from La Push. He met my mom and moved here...and here I am."

An uncomfortable silence surrounded the group.

"Okay, well we are from La Push too. I'm Sam. This is Seth, Paul, Collin, and Embry." He gestured to the boys behind him.

They all look similar, big and tall.

Getting a closer look at Sam I could tell that he didn't look as much like my dad as I had thought. There were definite similarities like his muscles and this russet skin.

I looked away quickly. It almost caused me physical pain to look at him for too long.

Seth broke the silence, "You should come back to La Push with us!"

He looked almost a little too eager to hear my response.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam giving him a questioning look.

Oh boy. They are probably going to kill me now. But, for some reason I had a gut feeling that they wouldn't hurt me.

So I did the logical thing that everybody would do in this situation. I decided to go with them.

"Uh. Okay. I guess." I answered.

Was it just me or did Seth look extremely happy after I said that? And he still hasn't stopped looking at me either. It was getting a little creepy.

Well here goes nothing.

As I was getting up I heard Embry say under his breath, "Well there goes the bachelor party."

Seth gave him a nasty look and we started to walk towards where Sam said the car was.

Seth and Collin were talking to me all the way there. About where I went to school, how old I was and other general knowledge questions.

Paul, Embry, and Sam were engrossed in conversation. Just as were almost to the car, I turned around to find them all staring at my necklace.

What. The. Hell.