AN: I know this is a huge jump, but we're fast-forwarding six years.

This story would just be a bunch of filler of the six years in between this chapter and last, and I'd rather not waste that much time since I, and so many of you lovely reviewers, want to get back to "The Black's Are Back."

Enjoy a first look at Carlie's POV and review please :)

Chapter Thirty-Six

Carlie's POV *Yay! finally lol*

I sighed as I twirled a piece of my long curly black hair between my fingertips. It had been meant to be an exhale of breath, but I was in an irritated mood to say the least so it was somewhere between a growl and a sigh.

I was currently watching my little sister Rosie and her imprint flirt back and forth with each other. She's twelve, for crying out loud! Why isn't Dad freaking out about this? Though she looked fifteen, two years older than I did, she was still way too young to be allowed to act like this.

But Dad just sat in his chair across from them and flipped through the latest newspaper. He was on the hunt for a job. Well, another job. His last one as a local mechanic in the small town of Henderson, Tennessee had only lasted three years since he couldn't look like a nineteen year old kid for any longer than a few years at a time before he had to quit.

I wished that Mom and EJ weren't out on a long hunt this weekend, because I could really use her advice right about now. I had never been jealous of Rosie and the feeling was overwhelming me now.

It's not that there hasn't ever been a reason to be jealous of my little sister. I mean, she's definitely pretty-she has pale russet skin that shimmers gorgeously in the sun and long straight brown hair that reminds everyone of our grandmother as a human and the same brown eyes that every female in our family has.

But I had always been too secure in my own self to care about competing with Rosie. But now that I was thirteen and started my "cycle," I was moody all of the time and things that never upset me were now eating away at me.

Like Rosie and Jesse, for instance.

Jesse had always been there, her big brother of sorts, but lately, since her body had been aging, he had been allowed to respond to her crush when he hadn't been allowed before. And no one saw a problem with it since it was the imprint magic. Both of my parents understood what that was like; him having to wait for her, and her so desperate to grow up to be with him.

And I was jealous.

I didn't like like Jesse, if that's what you're thinking, but I liked the idea of "Jesse"...or rather, my own imprint. I know that it's rare for our tribe, but it seemed less likely that I wouldn't imprint than that I would, so I was just hoping that I would find my Mr. Right...and soon. Because if I didn't, I was going to go crazy.

"You have the cutest nose on the whole planet." Jesse cooed, reaching down to poke Rosie's nose playfully. She giggled in response, her whole body reacting to his chaste touch.

"Oh yeah?" Rosie asked, a grin splitting her face. "Well, you have the second cutest nose on the whole planet." She touched his nose just as lightly, a blush gracing his cheeks.

They continued like that for hours, until finally I couldn't take it anymore.

I stood up, my legs bumping Dad's as I headed for the door.

"Where are you going, Carls?" Dad asked, looking up from the Help Wanted ads.

"To Aunt Becca's." I growled angrily. "I can't handle all of...this right now." I threw my hand backwards towards my sister and her imprint and Jacob nodded in understanding.

"Don't stay too late. Mandi has school in the morning." Dad said, nearly wincing at the expression on my face when he said the word school.

I was suddenly envious of my ten year old cousin too.

I grew normally as a child, I was thirteen and looked thirteen, so I didn't understand why I wasn't allowed to go to school with human children like Amanda. But whenever I asked, I was always told that I could 'possibly' phase someday, so my parents thought it best that I not be around humans when it happened. I think that they didn't want EJ and Rosie to feel left out though.

"Carlie, are you okay?" Dad asked, noticing my scowl.

"I'll be fine." I growled in response, taking the last few steps out the door and smiling slightly when it slammed behind me.

I ran as fast as I could, my legs carrying me farther than I expected them to. I didn't even notice when my two legs transformed into four or when my clothes shredded into the wind.

Looking back, I think it's ironic that I had missed my own first phasing due to my anger...