Well...

What can I say?

I'm not even going to bother saying I was busy seeing as that has been the excuse the last two times I wrote and didn't meet my quota of updating once a week and instead updated every eight-nine days. Well now I practically went a whole month without updating. I must admit though, I missed you all. Even if the only way I get to know you all is through the review/follows/favorites that I get through the story. That's right, every person that follows or shows any interest in my story, I generally like to read their bio. It interests me to see the people that the story attracts and I want to put faces on the people that like the story. So don't be shy to talk to me. I will definitely like to get to know everyone.

As for the next order of business, I'm so sorry that I take longer and longer to update. I have noticed that the more the story starts to develop, the more I am critical of how the story is perceived and what direction I am going to take the story next. I have a general idea of where the story can go, but getting it to a certain point without the characters losing any part of them is hard! So I am really on the same boat as all of you. I'm just steering the boat, however, that doesn't necessarily mean that the waves don't surprise me though. The exact opposite honestly. I like this chapter for a different reason than I do the others I have written. I will discuss what I wrote on the footnote after the story, so be sure to read that if you like.

OK, well here we go!


Group Projects...yay?

"Daniella what's up with you?!" Tanya screamed as I had finally managed to block everything, get in a comfortable position, and close my eyes-even just for a moment.

Grumble grumble grumble

"Nothing, nothing. No need to yell. I just didn't sleep as much as I would have liked to." I said as I sat up and effectively woke up.

"Why?" Cristina asked as she took another bite of her muffin.

"There were wolves howling outside of my window."

"Are you fucking serious!? Tanya yelled, "They kept me up for an hour!"

Cristina not missing a beat asked the million dollar question: "They were outside your window?"

"Yep, atleast that's what it felt like. Ever since yest- or well since spring has begun they have been hanging out by my house. They always stayed far into the woods, but it seems they got closer."

No need for Tanya and Cristina to worry. After all, the man was probably gone. He might be fast, but the pack of wolves were huge.

They probably massacred him, ate his entrails, and buried the rest of it to eat at a later date.

"Be careful Daniella. Wolves are dangerous. Just imagine if you became the wolves next meal"

Too late.

"I heard that they usually stay in the woods. Obviously something is wrong if they started to get closer to civilization."

"Stop worrying about Daniella, Cristina! She's fine. She can handle herself."

"Well I'm sorry that I worry about our friend. I'm just trying to be a good friend." Cristina snapped at Tanya

"Daniella is a big girl. I'm sure she can handle herself. Hey if she can pull two bitches off of beating each other up, she can handle the world."

"Stop bringing that up. It's bad enough that Paul has slept with practically everyone and through that you can almost say that I have done the same. Now I have to find out he slept with you too. This sucks. Life sucks. Everything sucks."

"Very inspirational Cris" I interject since I never would have imagined Cristina to be so...that

"Sorry Daniella. As for you Tanya- forget you."

"I love you Cristina...but you have to realize this happened. Paul, the manwhore, has slept with many girls in his days. I don't know if he ever loved you. I don't think he ever could love anyone. He's too...himself. The only person that could make him feel love would be an amazing women."

Cristina nodded her head in agreement then added a "I'd like to meet her one day."

During this entire little conversation about Paul, I had lay my head down on the table. I never liked it when people slouched in their chair to rest their head on the table, but I was past caring.

I was tired.

I heard Cristina whisper to Tanya to let me sleep.

Our roles were reversed today.

Normally I was the one to make sure that Cristina and Tanya were in maximum condition.

The change was nice and very deserved on my part, if I do say so myself.

I managed to get some sleep in between the clatter of the cafeteria until somewhere in my dreamless sleep the murmur of the cafeteria started coming back to life.

"Do you think she's dead?" Tanya seemed to ask Cristina.

"She had a long night. I say we pick her up and carry her bridal style to the nurses office and fake nausea that way she can sleep."

These two are crazy.

I woke up from the dreamless sleep and blinked my eyes, letting in the sunlight that was going through the windows of the cafeteria.

"She's alive!" Tanya mock yelled while throwing her hand in a celebratory fist pump.

I got up from my cafeteria seat and raised my arms to stretch.

After my senses finally cleared and the confusion of waking up in the cafeteria rather than my bed diminished, was when I finally started moving towards my next class.

Tanya and Cristina had walked a bit ahead of me and were waiting for me at the cafeteria doors so that we could atleast say a proper 'see ya later'

After that I was left to what the rest of the day could make of it.

*Last Period of School-History class*

By this point I was about ready to fall asleep.

Not that my history teacher was boring, more along the lines of my not being able to stay awake.

My teacher managed to grab my attention though when he mentioned a project that would be assigned to us today.

Well that and the fact that almost everyone in class groaned.

It wasn't that bad, was it?

"As you know class, we have been studying the treatment of Native Americans for the last three weeks. Now I could sit here and talk about how western expansion and how manifest destiny affected everyone, or I could let everyone see for themselves. Now the public schools of the local La Push have agreed to allow one history class the opportunity to come into the reservation as guests and learn about their way of life. What's even more exciting is that I was selected as the teacher, whose students would do this research report. I have faith in all my classes, but I have a feeling this class would be the one that would do justice to the project. The reservation selected seven candidates whom we could follow and their loved ones. This means that we will have to get into groups of three, which I will allow you all to choose."

A slight yip of everyone was heard and people immediately started to get into groups of three. I was normally one of the people that had no partner and usually worked alone, so I would just have to go with any group that was made of two people.

After the shuffling of desks ended I saw who I was going to be partnered with.

I didn't exactly like the pairing.

I was to be paired with two girls who seemed to be the type that would throw themselves at everyone.

I know what should be going on in my head, Daniella, be rational, you have never even talked to them.

Believe me I am, but after having overheard those conversations that they did not care to conceal from others, I had to question everything.

I smiled to the two girls and realized that I was being rude and the type of person I didn't want to be.

I could let the preconceptions be held by others.

I would be different.

Besides wasn't the point of the project suppose to be to disprove any stereotypes.

You could say that I was going to have two projects instead of one.

I walked over to the girls but before I could sit one of the girls launched into an attack to find out about me.

"Hey, aren't you the girl that had to stop Cristina and Tanya getting into a fight" the red-head said.

"She is Elizabeth! So what, why did you stop Cristina and Tanya's fight over Paul?"

They were both leaning in their chairs almost dubbling over to hear what I had to say.

I was actually surprised at their fearless attitude. No one had asked me anything personally thus far and well I didn't expect anyone would.

Leave it to the gossip girls to be so consumed with intrigue that they break that wall of silence to hear what i have to say.

I wasn't going to tell them anything about anything though. I would at most muster up a sound of carelessness and go on with our project but before I could even open my mouth to say anything the Elizabeth girl addressed the girl whose name I wasn't sure of.

"I told you Nicki! She probably slept with Paul and wanted their hands off of him!"

I let a breath snake out of me and finally sat down.

I would let them talk.

Besides that's all it was, harmless talk.

I looked around and saw that most everyone was off starting to figure out their plan of attack of how to rid the world of stereotypes and anything negative of the world. I look back at my group to still see that they are arguing about what transpired that Friday night.

I would have let another groan escape me except this time the teacher addressed us since the two minutes he had let us get in our groups.

"I will now be coming around with a hat full of the seven names of Native Americans whom you will be following around for the next month or so."

My History teacher looked around to see which group should be allowed to pick first and set his eyes on our group which was set on the corner.

Elizabeth and Nicki perked up and both wanted to try their hand to see the luck they managed to get out of this project.

My history teacher jerked the hat he had placed the seven strips of paper with the names scrawled on it away from them and motioned towards me.

I did as I was told and shuffled around and settled on a piece of paper.

"Whodjaget?" came out of Elizabeth's and Nicki's mouth so fast that I was barely able to register that they were saying 'Who did you get?' instead just a strangle of incoherent words.

I open the piece of paper to see Sam Uley written on the paper.

...Wait

"Ahh!" I hear the two girls scream as well as a couple of other girls in other groups groan and tsk in disappointment

"We got the leader of the group, Sam Uley" exclaimed Elizabeth

"Ugh too bad he's going to get married to that Emily girl." counteracted Nicki

I was right.

It WAS the Sam Uley from the bonfire that I had met the other time.

With my luck recently and with everything seeming to revolve around Paul, I might just run into him.

I didn't want that.

It seemed that I had grabbed his attention and his attention was unwanted.

That and because I didn't really want this right now...or ever.

I was as content as I had been the last seventeen years of my life.

I tried to convince myself that this would be no big deal, but to do this project justice would mean that I would have to start creating some sort of roots there, or well atleast start making friends.

I just couldn't seem to do that. I just couldn't do that.

It would feel like everything is changing and I just couldn't handle that right now.

That's when the bell rang signalling the end of the school day.

Normally everyone would have left but some girls stuck around my group to gossip about how lucky we had been to get Sam and the others.

That didn't help.

It only reaffirmed my assumption that somehow I would be getting myself into a huge mess and the worst part was that I couldn't stop it.

"Hey, why are you so sad?"asked Cristina as she intercepted me and accompanied me to my locker.

"I'm going to hell Cristina" was the only thing I could think to say.

Ok everyone well that was it. Again, I am so sorry that took such a long time to update. I will have to make it up to you all.

As for the story, I hope you all like it. I kept on thinking about this story and thought that I could use this as a chance to break some negative stereotypes. Anyway the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. Don't be surprised if I put in some things here and there that show that. I just thought I could kill two birds with one stone and add a little something to the story.

Well that's it.

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