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This chapter reminds me of what I did when I was little, 1. Hide well in games and 2. Get separated from my mom easily. It's fun to hide in the clothes racks, but then you can't find mom and everything goes blank. If you read this, tell me about a time when you have lost a parent and found them again or any good places to go for hide and go seek. Don't forget to review… I've only gotten 3 reviews as of right now and I've got, like 109 hits or views. Even if you don't say a lot, say something.
Hide and go seek
Wow that little girl could hide well. "You'll never find me," she said as she ordered me to count to 30 and then I had to go find her. I started looking in all the usual places like behind the couch, in the closet, under the bed and under the table. When I didn't find her, I looked behind all the doors and in all the other places I could think of. Finally, exasperated after 10 minutes of searching I called out. "Claire, I can't find you, can you like, make some noise or something?"
At that exact moment I heard the doorbell ring not once, not twice, but three times in such a rush I jumped at least three inches off the ground. "That's her, alright," I thought to myself. She had really taken a great dislike to me even though as I told myself it wasn't my fault I imprinted and it wasn't my fault that Claire just happened to be visiting Emily at the time I was and it wasn't my fault I was a stinking morphing dog…speaking of that I had better watch my temper I told myself. Note to self: These conversations with me are not a good thing, better watch that. Scratch that, it goes against itself. Argh! (From the author: If that's confusing, let me know, everything works out perfectly in my head.)
While I was talking to my evil twin, the doorbell rang impatiently again. I ran to answer that and seeing Josie's anxious face through the window was not a good thing. Her hair was frazzled; her makeup obsolete and dark circles under her eyes had formed. This, I guessed was from her youngest daughter Steph. Steph was just a baby, not a week old when I first met her. That was the reason that Josie and her husband Luke had visited La push the day I imprinted in the first place. Then I noticed that on her hip she held Steph, who was sitting there perfectly still and looking at her mom like she didn't know who she was. That was to be expected since usually kids don't see their parents upset this much. I let them in, only to be bombarded by questions. The first thing Josie said when she walked through the door was: "Where is she?"
Then I realized, I didn't know. Not a good thing to not be able to answer a mother who was separated from her cub, I mean kid. Josie did somewhat resemble a bear, though, and I had to giggle at the thought which only made her more agitated.
"Well," I said slowly, "She's in the house, but there's a problem."
"Problem, what kind of problem, I thought you said she was here and I came over here at…"
"Seven o'clock," I prompted.
"Yeah, seven o'clock, only to find that I have to search for my daughter yet again. If this is any resemblance of the future-"
I cut her off there, "We were just playing hide and go seek while we were waiting for you to arrive and well, I have to admit, I cant find her. "
"Okay, well let's get looking" she said sharply.
We looked for a long, and I mean verrrry long time until we just gave up. "Claire, we give up," her mom said, "Please come out."
"Yes Claire, please, for me?" I added, not knowing if I should say anything or not. This earned me a glare from the momma bear in such a ferocious manner that I couldn't help but wonder if she too was one of us.
At that moment, Steph decided to help. "Peanut butter," she cried. "What in the world?!" I thought to myself. Apparently that is the word to have someone reveal themselves in hide and go seek and it means you give up. At that moment, Claire came bounding through the door of my bedroom and bounced up into my arms. "Told ya you'd never find me," she whispered in my ear. "You were right, and now I need you to go talk to your mom about your super escapee skills," I said. "'Kay," she said reluctantly.
"Mommy, what are super escapee skills?" she asked innocently. Only my Claire could ever break the ice as easily as she did. With her daughter back in her arms Josie seemed to calm down sufficiently and answered, "That means you are good at escaping and hiding, and you know what else?"
"What?" Claire asked eagerly.
"You are an extremely intelligent young girl," she said with a look in her eyes that can only be shown through pictures and you know how a picture's worth a thousand words? This would have been a million times that. It was like one of those soppy chick flicks where the teenage daughter finds herself after a major struggle and makes amends with her boy friend she lost. Then she returns to the mom and the mom is sooo happy she's almost crying, she's so happy about the relationships that were fixed…it's kind of like that. Only in this 'movie' Claire was 3, (Though I'd probably give up anything for her to be my age) and the mom was hateful towards the boyfriend who was way older than the girlfriend. I'm so hopelessly in love with her. Right now, it's just like she's my sister, but later… Anyway, moving on. Being the imprinting werewolf that I am, I decided to take up (don't laugh) poetry. This one I wrote for her.
Your touch your ways leave me dumb without reason
Your love my cage my prison so pleasing
I spend my days tangled in thoughts of you
Stuck in this place, resigned to be your fool
Silly, I know, but it describes my feelings for her perfectly. She can knock me senseless when she does anything that would hurt her. I'm stuck to her because of the imprintation and love it. I think of her all the time and there's no way I can get away. And yes, I constantly look like a fool in front of my friends. Don't tell Josie, but when I have nothing to do, sometimes I, study and practice espionage (spying). I hear all of their conversations and they never know I'm even there. I could be a great CIA operative if it weren't for all the medical documentation they have to have. My stupid temperature gets in the way of a lot of stuff. It helped Jacob keep Bella the betrayer's toes from freezing, so I guess that I'm stuck with it.
While I had been lost in thought, Josie had packed up the kids and was now saying goodbye to me. One thing I truly wanted to know was where Claire had hid. What they didn't know though, was that I knew these were not the last words I'd hear from Claire today.
