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The Revelation

I got up an hour early this morning. I wanted seriously to do some damage control. My life relies on what I was going to do today. It was still too early to go to La Push. Still, I dressed up and tried not to think what I was going to say to Jacob. I ought to be spontaneous. I hopped in the car and drove all the way to La Push. Just when I parked my car at the beach, I sent a message on Jacob's cell phone. I am waiting for you at the beach. Come soon. I was absentmindedly playing with my bracelet. I noticed the tiny wolf made of silver wire. It was so beautiful, it looked so strong. Just like my Jacob. He had gifted it to me once. A keepsake. Thinking about Jake always made me feel warm. I always felt protected when I was with him. When he looked at me, I felt like I was the only important thing in the world for him. A smile appeared on my face when I thought about him. I so hated it when I couldn't see him. Distress flooded through me. I never realized how and why, my train of thoughts was always channeled towards Jacob. When I was small, he was someone I looked up to. He was like an older brother. But now, he was more of a friend to me. His scent, woody, like musk, soothed my senses. His russet skin, his perfectly contoured body made my heart flutter. One thing was sure, I was attracted to him. Who wouldn't find him physically attractive? But was I in love with him? I had him in my mind all the time. And I can not imagine life without him. Aren't these the signs of love? Well, I am in love with him for sure. He was the core to my existence.

What if he was in love with someone else? Was that the reason why he couldn't spend enough time with me? The mere thought made my mind numb with pain. I never had to share Jacob with anyone. If he really had a girlfriend, then he should have told me directly! I decided to confront him, right here, right now. If he is with someone else, I'll deal with it. It's not his fault that I am in love with him. He has a right to be with whoever he wants. I would not let him know my feelings for him. I would first hear him out. Then, I will decide how much to give out.

I was blankly staring at the waves come and go. I could feel the cold breeze against the bare skin of my arms. I needed Jacob badly. I was so cold that I needed him like oxygen. I felt cold and lonely from the inside. I wasn't cold in the literal sense. My skin was always warmer than the humans. Another similarity, I thought. I somehow knew that I was made for Jacob. Then why can't he see that? Maybe he never saw me in that light. He had seen me grow up. And so, maybe that was the reason why he never felt about me the way I did.

My phone started ringing, all of a sudden, pulling me out of my little place in my mind which was big enough to occupy only me and Jacob. The phone was buzzing fretfully. It irritated me. Who could that be, I thought. I pushed the phone to my ear as I saw Jacob's name flickering on it.

"Hey!" I managed a gasp.

"Um, listen, I can't come to the beach. I am in Canada right now. What are you doing there anyway? What's wrong?" He said it all in almost a single breath.

"What are you doing in Canada? No, nothing's wrong here. I just wanted to meet you. So I came over." I was waiting impatiently for him to reply.

"Okay. You almost gave me an attack, although, it's really difficult for a werewolf to have an attack." I heard a throaty laugh on the other end. That vexed me even more.

"You didn't answer my question. What are you doing there? Is everything alright?" I wondered what on earth would make him run to Canada, that too without telling me before going there. Or was he lying to me? But he has never lied to me before. No, he can't be was lying.

"Well, it's nothing serious. It's just a tiny problem with the wolves which needed sorting. I'll explain it to you when I get there. Don't worry everything is alright." And, before I could frame another question, there was silence on the line.

I stood there on the beach for sometime. I didn't know what to make of it. Okay, so it has something to do with the wolves. And I was worrying in vain. He was really worried about his pack. He was the alpha of his pack, so it's his responsibility to keep things in order. I think my confrontation has to wait for a while. I guess I'll have to learn to share him with his pack. The wolves need to learn to behave. Jake can't go running behind them every time they take off. I wasn't sure if it was Leah. She was a very level- minded person now. She has gotten over Sam after all. Who was it then? Were they fighting? I have to stop worrying, I thought to myself. And, anyway Jacob told me that everything was alright.

I drove home, and saw Aunt Alice working on her yellow Porsche, with its hood up. When I got off the car, she rose up and looked at me curiously. "So, went for a little drive? Gosh, it really irks me. I can never tell what you are up to."

I smiled at her. I was glad that she could never keep tabs on me. "Yeah, I just went in the woods for fresh air."

She didn't seem to believe me, but then she didn't press any further. She nodded, and got back to what she was doing before.

I had plenty of time for getting ready for the school. So, I walked to the cottage where my mom and dad lived before they moved to Hanover. I seriously needed some distractions. The little cottage where I spent some years of my childhood was a place out of a fairytale. I had special memories of us together here – mom, dad, me and Jacob. There's no place here where I could just forget about him for a while. I opened the door and stepped inside. It wasn't changed even a bit; the same pastel yellow wallpapers on the wall, the fireplace, everything made me feel nostalgic. I walked towards where my room used to be. When I moved out a year ago, mom decided to make a little library there. I have read most of her books; I glanced over the book volumes. I remembered the time when mom used to read to me at night. I liked Shakespeare more than any other fairy tales. I found a little closet where I kept my toys before. I opened its door, expecting to find some more books. But I saw some boxes stacked up one above another. I pulled out the box which was at the top, and set it down. I started turning over the things inside the box, only to find some clothes. I found "Old clothes" written on the one side of the box. I felt stupid rummaging up my mother's belongings. Just when I was about to keep it back, a little book fell from the top of the box I was holding. I kept the box on its place, and knelt down to pick the book. It was bound with dark brown leather, with the year 2006 embossed on it. Curiosity got the best of me. It was a diary. I know, reading someone else's diary was improper. But, it most certainly was my mom's diary when she was human. I turned the cover around and on the first page, I found "Bella Swan" written on the left hand side, in an untidy scroll. I was curious about my mom's human life. I tucked it in the pocket of my jacket, which I was holding in my hand. I looked at my watch, and I realized that I had around ten minutes to get ready. So I shut the door of the closet, and ran out of the cottage. I decided to read the diary after the school.

Fifteen minutes later, I was on my way to the school. As I walking through the passage to my class, I found Amanda busy reading something on the notice board. When I came closer to her, I said "Hi" to her. She turned around, smiled and said, "Hey. I was just reading about the new drama club in our school" – pointing at the flyer she was just reading – "I was wondering if you'd like to join the club with me. I am good at singing, and there's no one else I know who wants to join. So what do you think?" She looked at me with those pleading eyes.

"But I can't sing." I hesitated. The truth was, I didn't want to sing.

"Well, you can try acting. Besides, you are pretty. Who cares if you can't act?" She was pushing hard. I didn't know what to say.

"Um, I don't know."

"Oh, come on. You don't have an art teacher. So, you can go to drama at that time. See, it's at the same time." She coerced. Somebody has studied my time-table diligently. I smiled. If I am being forced to enter this drama club then I would like to do something I really like.

"Okay, but I'll play the piano. I mean, let's see if they take me for a pianist." I surrendered.

"You can a play a piano. Cool. I tried learning it when I was small. But then I gave up." She was beaming now. I was glad she was happy.

I had World history today, so I excused myself and ran to my class. Mr. Ervin had started the class, he gestured me to enter the class as soon as he saw me. He didn't want to be disturbed as he was in the middle of explaining the causes of the European Renaissance.

I entered noiselessly and took the seat beside Skye. I wondered why she'd taken a seat in the last row. She always liked to sit in the front row.

I took out my books, and noticed Skye scribbling something on her notebook. Maybe she was taking notes. I concentrated on what Mr. Ervin's lecture. I felt something poking my arm. I looked sideways and found Skye trying to slide a piece of sheet surreptitiously towards me. I took the sheet.

Remember that day, when you were asking me if I knew Seth or Jacob Black?

I looked at her curiously and nodded. She took the sheet back and began scribbling again. I paid attention to Mr. Ervin while she was writing. Then she slid the sheet in my direction again.

Well, I know both of them. It's just that I kind of like Seth Clearwater. That's what I always wanted to tell you.

I threw her a surprised look, and gave the sheet back to her.

I don't understand. What's the problem here? Seth is a nice guy. I wrote on my sheet and showed it to her. She looked at me scornfully and began scrawling again.

To me, he is not. He's been really mean to me. I couldn't stand it anymore. That's why I even changed the school. She wrote. Seth has just joined the rez high school again. I never thought he could be such a nuisance.

Ok, I think we should talk after the class. I wrote back. She nodded and tucked her sheet back in her folder.

Mr. Ervin ended the class five minutes before time. I waited for the other kids to go out. I turned to Skye, "So, tell me."

She shook her head and said, "I liked Seth. I still am crazy about him. Maybe even I am in love with him. But he has been rude to me ever since I was a little girl. He doesn't like me, I am sure of that. How could I bear to around a person whom I love, who in turn, hates me?" she sighed and then continued, "I thought if I entered this school, I could stay away from me."

I was surprised with the sudden rush of words. "Maybe I could talk to him, he is a good friend." I offered.

Her eyes widened with anxiety. "No, don't. It's not of any use. He won't listen anyway. Besides, he might another reason to hate me.

I gave a little nod. Maybe, I shouldn't meddle in someone else's business, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe it was the same Seth I have always known. Seth has always been like a brother to me. A good person with the purest of minds, as Dad would put it. And if Dad had a good opinion about him, then no one has any reason to doubt him.

At the Algebra I class, I sat beside Kevin as usual. He was easy to be with. He didn't like small talk either. So, he kept mum for most of the time.

Mr. Hunter paired me and Amanda for the science project, for which we had top make a project report on Crustaceans by the next week. As soon as the class ended, she dragged me to the lower hall at the building five for the drama auditions. The singing auditions were already started when we reached. We registered our names at the desk on the entrance, and Amanda ran to the group which were about to give the singing auditions. The girl on desk, a brunette with green colored specks all over her hair, sent me to the opposite site in the hall. There were a few musical instruments kept in the corner of the huge hall. I noticed an acoustic guitar kept beside an old harp. And at the centre was an old shabby piano, T. Gilbert & Co. etched on its one side; definitely an antique. I sat on one of the few chairs kept near the instruments, waiting for someone to come.

An old lady entered the hall followed by a few kids and I stood up. Ms. Carlton introduced herself as our drama teacher. She asked each one of us which instrument we can play. A blonde girl with a messy pony tail started playing a guitar. She played a Taylor Swift number. She wasn't bad, but there were a few flaws. Ms. Carlton looked impressed. She said, "Alright Mary, you are in." After a few people it was my turn. She told me to go ahead and play the piano. I sat on the stool. I didn't know which piece to play, so I decided to play the one which I had played recently. I began playing Debussy's Arabesque #1. I could feel the piano keys moving gradually under my finger tips. Listening to a piano play always made me feel calm and pleasant. I didn't realize how long I played. But when I finished playing, every person in the hall was staring at me with no expression on their faces. I looked at Ms. Carlton perplexed. She blinked once and the said, "Oh dear. That was great. Where did you learn playing a piano? What else can you play?"

I hesitated. I never thought it was such a big deal. "I had a private tutor back in Minnesota. I can play a few compositions by Bach and Chopin." I didn't mention that I also knew all the compositions by Beethoven, Mozart and Schumann.

"You know you should go to Julliard when you grow up. And do I have to tell you now? You are in, my dear." She beamed at me. Then, she turned to the rest of the kids and said, "Okay now, who's next?" And the auditions continued.

Julliard. I never thought about it. I'll think about it later, I thought to myself. After the auditions ended, Ms. Carlton announced, "Those of you who are selected, would have to come to school every Saturday at 10 in the morning. The rest of you can try in the next semester."

I found Amanda smiling ear to ear. Apparently she got in too. We went to the cafeteria. Amanda couldn't stop telling everyone how great her audition was.

Mr. Lewis took a test in Pre Calculus. It was pretty easy. I took all the time in the world to finish the test, at a slow human speed. The bell rang sometime after I submitted my paper.

Gym was boring, we had to sit back and listen to Coach Clapp. He explained to us the rules of basketball.

After the gym ended, I realized that I was tired. Too many things happened in a single day. The diary can wait some more time, I thought.