I awoke to a light rainfall from outside the house, but no other sounds. Since it was only Saturday, I decided to explore what little of La Push there was. I wasn't so happy for going to school on Monday, though. I jumped out of bed and walked into my walk-in closet. I picked out some faded skinny jeans and a red tank top. I know that it's cold, but it won't bother me, thanks to being a wolf. I changed into my clothing and slipped on my knee-high converse that were black with a few red stars on them and red laces.

I stomped downstairs to see that the house was empty as usual. I sighed and ran outside to my car. It was a black Porsche Carrera GT. I decided not to go in my wolf form.

I reached La Push Beach and parked the car. I walked almost to the edge of the water. The light, gentle waves were a welcoming sound to my ears. I heard a scream. I searched the area to see a boy, or from the looks a man, jumping off the nearby cliffs with no shirt on. There was also three more boys still on top of the cliff, waiting their turn to jump.

"Idiots." I murmured. Again, I let the sound of the waves take over my hearing. Here and there I heard the screams or the laughs of the boys cliff-diving. It sounded fun so I might give a try sometime, only not that high,

Soon, it was getting dark and I knew I should be getting back home. I climbed into the car and drove home.