RenRawrzBby here! So sorry for the wait guys! Here's chapter two, which is in Leah's POV. Just in case you didn't catch it, the last chapter was written by thing 2, Del3195, my bestie (: so, ten reviews please? Tehe On with the story!
Leah's POV
I woke up, the morning light shining way too brightly for my liking, right in my left eye. My baby blue comforter wrapped complicatedly around my legs like a game of fabric twister, I tried to sit up but failed miserably, falling off the bed in the process. Ouch. I managed to bump my head roughly against the side board, but not hard enough to do any major damage. I doubt there would even be a bruise.
I rubbed the crust from my eyes, and stretched out my long sore legs. They were a dark olive skin tone, and naturally tan. My straight black hair fell down to my mid-back in tangles, when had I last brushed it? Let alone washed it. I was miserably tired from last nights "stake-out" or should I say this mornings, seeing as I didn't even get in until four. Let's just say the second my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.
Unfortunately for me, I managed to get stuck with Jared and Paul on shift. They get into roughly seven fights a night, over the most pointless things on the planet, and every time I tried to break it up or put my two cense in I ended up getting injured. They didn't even apologize. I might be "One of the boys" but I damn well deserve an apology when someone rips out a tuff of my hair. I inwardly growl at the thought, but smile when I remember the huge red hand print on Jared's face.
My stomach growls as I try to recall the last time I ate. I'd go to Emily's for breakfast, but it makes me sick being there. Watching her and her Prego belly, that's right, pregnant, seven months pregnant. Tell me about it. Her and Sam, looking at each other, off in their perfect little world. While I'm stuck fighting six other boys for an effing muffin. Oh yeah, life's good. I'd rather just have a warm delicious stack of fluffy white pancakes, made by yours truly. Mom was at work, like always. It was like a stress reliever for her. After my dad's death, she became a workaholic, not even being there for me at my sweet sixteen. (Leah will be seventeen in this story, so that max and her are close to the same age)
I walked into the kitchen, passing by the form of my sleeping fifteen year old brother on the sofa. I started the stove and grabbed a box of pancake mix, just as the house phone launched into an annoying ring.
"Yes?" I could practically hear the perkiness oozing from my cousin's voice.
"Leah dear! Is your mother in?" I sigh; she's probably calling to get an opinion on baby names.
"Sorry, judging by the dirty dishes in the sink, you just missed her," I look up to the sink, flipping my lightly browned circle of fluffy goodness.
"Oh, no worries! I just needed an opinion," bingo.
"Would you mind coming over and helping me with the baby's room?" yes, I would.
"No, of course not," I faked politeness, "Be right over."
"Oh, thank you dear!" she hung up, and I could hear Sam's musical laughter in the background. What once sounded so sweet, like chiming bells, now makes me unbelievably nauseous.
When I turned around, the long, lean form of my brother rested against the door frame. He probably smelled the cakes. Figures.
"Hey Lee-lee," he always calls me that in the privacy of our own house; I didn't have the heart to tell him it reminds me too much of my father and that he should stop. So every time he says it a piece of my heart crumples. I can't feel like every day I come closer and closer to shriveling up and dying. If only I could.
"Hey Sethy-kinz," I place a stack of buttered cakes and a tall glass of milk on the table, and kiss the top of his head. He grins at me and digs in. My brother is all I have left, and I'm not letting him out of my sight without a fight. I never wished this on him. I never wanted his fate sealed like mine. This cursive memory. We would always be animals. Werewolves, as mortals call them.
"Morning," I can barely understand him through his constant smacking and lip licking.
"I'm heading over to Emily's I'll be back soon, okay?" I give him a worried look, as he nearly falls asleep on his plate. Syrup sticks to the ends of his dark locks of hair.
"You sure you'll get on without me?" he just nods, exhausted. I bite my lip, trying to be strong.
"Get some sleep Sethy," he sticks his tongue out my pet name. I walk out swiftly, and glide through the forest. Half way there something stops me dead in my tracks. Or should I say someone?
Just a short introduction to Leah's POV (: More to come! Next chapter will be written by Del3195 in Max's POV, please review!
