Hey everyone!
Sorry I haven't been updating. I play on 2 lacrosse teams plus I tutor, babysit, participate in Battle of the Books, and am a active member in my schools Current Events club. Working 25-hour days can be difficult. ;D This week is spring break so hopefully I will have a few updates for you all. Again I'm sorry!
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Song - The Spill Canvas - Himerus and Eros (Best song ever; youtube it.)
Chapter 3 – The Meadow
Poor Claire. Her whole frame was slammed with an earthquake of trepidation as we slowly treaded up the staircase leading to her classroom on her first day of school.
'Tuil..." Her voice was barely audible above the little kids squealing like gerbils.
Squatting to her eye level, I looked her in the eyes. "Yes?"
She looked up at the school building with fear in her eyes. "Will I be okay?"
"Would I let anything happen to you?" I replied, sincerity in every word.
Smiling weakly, she replied, "The kids will throw Play-Doh at me and hate me."
Tempted to say, "Throw it back", I instead ignored such childish urges and, being a mature role model for her, I replied, "Claire, you are going to make a ton of friends, learn a lot and have a really good time. School is fun!" Even my best efforts could not conceal the snarky undertone and the slight wince I emitted.
"What about homework? Elizabeth gets so much!" Her eyes widened in sheer terror at this new development.
"You won't get too much, Claire."
"You sure?" Doubt etched each word.
"Positive."
I picked up her "Wiggles" bag, which had fallen to the ground during our conversation, and wrapped it around her shoulders. Today she had helped her mother pick her outfit: it was a purple, green, white and blue striped dress with a yellow shirt underneath. She was wearing a pair of shoes we had both bought together one day; they were "her favorite," her mom always said. Little flowers covered the shoes, and Claire says I sometimes smell like flowers. Usually she says that that after I go for a run in this meadow I found. Flowers wildly sprout from the ground like brilliant skyscrapers in a city. A small river slices through the meadow, and at the mouth, a little waterfall creates a bell-like sound. When I'm allowed, I'm going to tell Claire what I really am in that meadow. It's a perfect spot. After I told Claire's parents, Anne and Cole, that I'm a were they sort of freaked out a teensy bit. . .
"What the hell?" Her father's skin started to boil.
"You can't be." Her mother glared at me, frozen. Suddenly Cole leapt up from the couch and went into the kitchen. He returned with a dangerous glint not only in his eyes, but from his hand as well. A knife captured the light. Sam looked between both of us and motioned toward Jacob. They ran at Cole, seriously pissed off.
"Shit," I muttered.
"Get outta here, Quil! Come back later!" Sam yelled from the kitchen, where I'm sure some fists were being thrown about. I didn't think twice; I bolted. As I galloped out the door, I saw Anne rocking back and forth sobbing.
Just then, I noticed that little Claire had climbed out of her "big girl" bed and started watching this whole thing. Her eyes had a thin layer of water coating their surface. I resisted the urge to turn back and take her into my arms, to tell her it would be okay. This would be only the first of the many problems we would have, but strive through.
Turning on my heels, I ran. My white shirt fluttered back like a flag, a temporary sign of defeat. I felt the change pulsating beneath my muscles. My animalistic side was begging that I succumb to its strain. Claws protruded from my skin. Chocolate fur slowly skimmed over my body. A howl erupted from within. The ground crunched beneath my feet. It was now the only thing I could control. Blindly, I ran faster and faster, pushing myself as hard and as quickly as I could. My muscles rebelled against the effort. I feverishly tore through a thicket of trees. The succulent scent of flowers slapped me. It calmed me, and I could feel the earthquake bubbling inside me leisurely cease. I curled into a ball and waited for sleep to overtake me.
"I'll go back later," was my last thought as the beauty of sleep lured me into its grasp.
I remember that, when I woke, Sam said that not only had they managed to calm Anne and Cole, but they got them to move to La Push for good. I don't know what Sam, Emily and Jacob did, but nonetheless I was grateful.
"Tuil," she groaned impatiently. "Come on."
"Weren't you trying to avoid going inside just a few minutes ago?" Teasing her, I tapped her nose.
"Tuil, come on. I'm a big girl. I can handle preschool."
"I'm sure you can handle anything."
"I know."
Laughing, I walked her inside.
I hope she can cope with anything. We have a lot against us.
So what did you think? Yes, I took the meadow idea but I just love that concept. So. . . expect one more chapter this week. (I hope :D )Does anyone know any good songs that I can use for listeners? Something that related to Quil and Claire? It could be for their relationship now or later. Claire is 3 years old now by the way. The reason why I did two chapters dedicated to 3 years old is because I found that 3 is one of the most important transitions in a little kids life. Its when they get out of the terrible two phase and start pre-school.