Haha, I'm back. The muse killer was back this chapter, that's why it's slightly shorter. But luckily I managed to revive it before it went completely kak, and I'm actually quite satisfied. Once again a MASSIVE "I love you 3" to all my reader and reviewers. You are all made of awesome.

I tried to get this off Italics and the Editor completely spazzed out on me so I gave up after wrestling over the first three paragraphs. I won. *looks smug* Bu then as soon as I tried the author's note it then put the entire chapter in italics and I wasn't going through all THAT again.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Twilight Saga, just my own characters.


All through breakfast I couldn't help but be incredibly smug. I won against Jessie, my older, stronger, supposedly cleverer brother. I was entitled to be proud of myself.

"What are you doing today?" I asked him before diving into my orange juice. Jessie speared some more eggs before answering.

"I'm off to Seattle to get a new microphone. You know mine's spazzed out." I nodded thoughtfully while clearing the table and putting the plates in the sink. It was unfortunately true; last band practise the mics had cut out and we'd had to shut down early. Aidan wasn't impressed although I'm sure the neighbours got a kick out of our pain. Us rowdy youngsters huh? Just because they wished they were us.

"Right, well I'm off to the clearing with a book, 'kay?" I wasn't even sure he heard me, he was so absorbed in his magazine. From what I could see it was an interview with All Time Low (they're awesome, for the record), a band that recently had Jessie obsessed. Rolling my eyes I thumped him round the back of the head on my way down the hall, laughing as he inhaled the last of his toast. Moron.

The day wasn't sunny, but I wasn't surprised. The weather had been fair yesterday, and even that was too much to expect of La Push's temperaments. I'd picked up the lack of sunlight pretty quickly, and learned that leaving a building without a raincoat was pretty stupid if you wanted to stay dry. The weather was overcast- not raining, but quite cold. It didn't bother or deter me from my planned escapade, so I grabbed my Narnia copies (what? They're awesome) and threw them in a backpack with a raincoat and headed out.

In the woods surrounding the house, it was a regular weekend activity for the older siblings in the family to go hiking for the day. Coby had lost interest after a while, preferring to go round to friend's houses. They would have gone into town if they were able, but come on. This was La Push- there wasn't anywhere to go to. Me and Jessie however, stubbornly kept up with the hiking as much as was possible.

A few weeks ago we'd found a small clearing that was filled with grass and some delightfully climbable trees. We'd been back about twice since, but I was still a bit iffy with the location so as a second thought I took Dad's map of the surrounding woods. I knew it wouldn't particularly help, seeing as the clearing was unknown to everyone but me and my brother, but it meant that if I got lost I wouldn't be completely useless. Or that was the theory anyway- I hadn't really inherited my mother's knack for orienteering.

The woods were silent as I made my way through the outskirts of the trees. I couldn't see the house any more, it was just me, a bunch of living wood, and green. Just the way I liked it. I did slightly miss Jessie though- this was normally our thing, the one time of the week I had my brother all to myself. I rolled my eyes knowing it was entirely possible Dorkus didn't even know where I was. I grinned to myself as I brushed past a tall pine and pulled the map out of my hoodie pocket.

It was time to get technical.


Approximately two hours and fifteen minutes later, I was still wandering round the foliage wondering where the hell I was. I'd love to tell you that it was the map that was at fault here, but I suppose that when you intentionally walk off the path you can't really pass off the blame. Yes you heard me. I know I'm stupid and all but the voices are awfully persuasive.

I sat down on a lone tree-stump and reached into my bag to find a book. My legs where vehemently protesting against any form of exercise right now, so I figured I might as well just sit here and do something productive. The sky begun to gradually darken and I glanced worriedly up at it. I might not mind rain, but being stuck out in it for a few hours wasn't really my forte.

Sure enough, wet droplets began to slide down the back of my neck and I quickly stuffed my book back into my bag. I didn't really like the idea of trudging round the woods soaking wet either, so I slid on my raincoat and prayed that the worn plastic wouldn't give out. It had been in my possession since I'd lived in the UK so it was technically a OAP, something I didn't relish in.

Hopping down off my stump I closed my eyes and pointed a finger, setting off in the direction it landed on. Quite frankly, I was about as lost as it was possible to get so it couldn't hurt. The path I'd unwittingly chosen was covered in thick ferns that were hard to move through, biting and grabbing at my ankles. Everywhere else didn't look much better.

The rain began to fall harder, soaking through my jeans. The sensation of water spreading across my legs was awful, like the spot on your back that you can't quite scratch. I shifted uncomfortably as I walked, plucking ruefully at the material. Today was going wonderfully, and I thought I'd been so prepared. Oh the naïvety.

Of course with the way my day seemed to be destined, I didn't notice a rather large tree root in my quest to get past all the plants. With an undignified little screech I toppled over forwards as my tie exploded in pain. On the way down I twisted round and landed with an "oomph" on my back with my feet poking up in the air. I glanced at the throbbing foot with a grimace at the massive streak of mud across my converse.

The ground was soggy, so I didn't stay there for long and used the offending tree to haul myself into a standing position. I looked flatly at my surroundings. God was so laughing at me right now. The clearing stood innocently in front of me, as if I hadn't been looking for it for the best part of my morning. It was slightly maddening. Beaten by some trees- my ego was shattered.

Still huffing I made my way over to the nearest tree and shrugged off my backpack, swinging it up to rest in the little crook between the main branches. Then I managed to haul myself up after it, inching up a little higher until I reached a little dip in the branches that I could rest on. Once I was settled I propped my feet up on the branch opposite and yanked my bag up to my lap and dug for a few seconds before retrieving The Magician's Nephew. It was probably my millionth time reading the series, but what's fun in just having the label dork?

From where I was sitting I was comfortably shielded from the rain and without the addition of more water I hoped my jeans would start to dry out. One of the worst feelings in the world was trying to walk in soaking wet, but also cold jeans. Ick.


I lost myself in the book, ignorant of the world around me. There was an abandoned granola bar squashed in the depths of my rucksack which I munched on happily as Jadis began wreaking havoc on London.

Just as I swallowed the last of my food, a branch snapped relatively close my and my eyes flickered to it before brushing it off. Then I looked up from my book, startled, as three massive boys burst into my clearing. Embry and Paul were furiously yelling at each other, faces flushed dark against their tanned skin. Folding the corner of my page and shutting the book I flinched backwards at the livid looks on the two boy's faces. This was the first time I'd ever felt afraid of Embry...Paul? Not so much, but even his famous reputation didn't give the snarl on his lips justice.

A few scattered words from the conversation drifted into my hearing range, but none of them were really relevant as to why the argument started. It also didn't explain why they were in the woods in nothing but cut-offs. "Idiot!...You don't know what you're talking about..."

Sam Uley was trying his hardest to get in between the two, his frustration evident. His loud bellows added to the loud noises, but both younger boys were beyond control. Good luck to him if they started throwing punches. I knew I should leave, but all the joints in my body seemed to have frozen so I just watched with bated breath. I didn't think I'd ever seen anyone this angry before. Whatever was the matter, it looked a lot worse than a dead puppy.

Very deliberately I sunk back into the little dip of my branch. Getting involved wasn't the best idea that came to mind; that would have been to run away, but I'd never really been known for my common sense. I watched transfixed through the leaves as everyone's faces got gradually angrier (if that was possible), the insults getting worse, my heartbeat speeding up. All three began to shake and I seriously considered trying to bolt, but of course my legs had other ideas and hung uselessly.

Paul was the first to snap, his usual temper winning out. His tremors began to increase and get worse, rendering him a violent blur. I was pretty sure my eyes were bugging out of my skull. No way in hell was this normal. So busily was I looking at Paul, I failed to notice Embry's shakes getting worse until they lunged at each other, deep rumbling growls vibrating from their chests.

Then they were twisting, contorting, flying through the air, bodies writhing and turning. A loud ripping sound caught my breath in my throat, head jerking forwards, eyes following the two boys as they were falling, falling, falling...
Paws hit the ground, along with fur, tails, sharp teeth-
I fell out of my tree with a strangled squeak.

Holy Shit.

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LET ME PUT A RULER HERE YOU FECKING EDITOR! SHEESH! Ok...I just give in. I really do. WAIT! THE STARS WORKKKKK! AHAHAHA! I WINNNNNNN!

*ahem* So...SHE KNOWS! *happy dance* I was planning originally having her find out next chapter, but I honestly couldn't drag out the forest scene any longer. I hope that the way she found out was good enough, and not too over-used. And forgive Gail her little Potty-Mouth moment, she did just go through a life-changing experience after all.
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