I AM SO SORRY. I was a counselor at church camp, went on family vacation and have begun band camp in these past weeks, and let me tell you. Children Ages 8 to 11 should NOT have sugar. I have a million and one crazy stories I could tell, but I'll spare you the drama. I've gotten some good names for the story so far, but I am not opposed to more ideas. The story has actually been picking up steam and I'm excited for the next chapter! This one is kind of a filler. It's an apology. I'm going to start school soon. So, I'm going to write a long chapter next, and it will take a while. Also, (maybe it's just me), my line breaks never show up. If you review, please tell me if you can see them. I'm going to try another method this update, so we shall see. The disclaimer was on the first update. Also, be free to suggest things to happen in the story. Welcome, all new followers. So far, as a little update, there are 12 Reviews, 28 Favorites and 47 freaking followers! I'm amazed at the reaction to the story, though it is only in its beginning chapters. At this point it's also at 1,130 views.
I am going to start putting stuff up on my tumbler about this story. The username is littledarling13. Keep in mind if you follow that my blog is for everything, and there will be almost anything on it, not just my book stuff.
Someone asked how Ed could get into La Push. This story takes place before the treaty. It will actually be made during it. (hint hint extra-long chapter) Now to the story!
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Whatever that smell was, it was gross. It was a mix between bleach and cheap bug-spray. Paul had taken the long way around La Push for his most recent patrol. It was his first patrol by himself and he wasn't going to mess things up, so he did the entire reservation. Even the desolate woman whom had married a man from almost half-way around the world was included. And boy did it stink here; he could tell why the others skipped this house. Suddenly, a bright light shown in his eyes, from where he had stopped after discovering the disgusting scent. Previously said lonesome lady came out of the car. Still in a nurse's uniform with nametag, she climbed the steps into the house. Just as he was about to leave, a shout hurt his ears. "WHAT the FLYING FREAKING Load of BULLCRAP is THIS!". A door slammed and a light turned on in the second story. Maybe the isolated woman wasn't as alone as the tribe has assumed. "I keep you SAFE, give you SHELTER, work HARD for the CLOTHES on you BACK, and THIS is how you repay me? With some cheap diner SHIT?" He could hear everything through the thin walls of the cabin, a seemingly plastic container was ripped open and the smell of cooling hamburger and fries was released into the air. He could hear it hit something (most likely somebody unless the rumors were true and she was insane). Then he heard something finally come from the mysterious other person. A sniffle. The only thing he could tell from the tiny sound was that the human was female. Once things calmed down and the old hermit went off to another room, (and seemingly sleep) he dared to continue moving. Sadly, he was new to being a giant wolf and immediately cracked a large fallen branch in half, and the mystery girl was still awake. She came through the window a blurry silhouette behind a curtain, then continued her way past to some other destination. Paul (now watching his feet) crept back into the woods and continued his run. Once he was done he would question Sam on the burning stench.
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For once, Minerva was excited for the weekend. Last night had ended up badly, no matter how much she found she adored talking to someone moderately her age and skin color. Ingrid had come home in a foul mood and let it out on her. Throwing the nice food she got for her, in the pouring rain, all over her bedroom. But Edward had invited her to go out with him and his 'siblings' to the movies. And Sue had asked her to come around more often, maybe lend a hand with the diner and help Seth, Harry, and the rest of the kitchen staff with filling orders. Ingrid had the day off today and was most likely going to go up to Port Angeles for some shopping tonight, so she didn't have to worry about making dinner. As long as she stayed away from Paul during the school day, and made sure not to get too bruised up, she would be fine for going out to the movies. Once she was home she could change and look presentable, but for now she had to blend in as much as possible. Paul Lahote was back. And that meant she had to hide again.
The walk to school took exactly 27 minutes. The one bus showed up at 7:12ish at the school building. If she was to arrive at school during the most crowded part of the morning rush to get inside, she would have to leave the house in about 17 minutes. Toast takes 6 minutes to pop in the old toaster, getting a glass of orange juice takes around 45 seconds and devouring her meal quickly, but slowly enough to not cause stomach pain would leave her with enough time to feather dust the first floor, which would get her head started on her chores so she would have enough time to get dressed in semi-casual clothes for the movie. All homework had been simple and had been completed the night before. Her backpack was by the door, next to her simple white tennis shoes. All homework was inside of it, along with a prepacked lunch from the fridge that had an extra sweet because it was Friday. Now all she had to do was remember what she had let herself forget these past couple weeks. Head down, shoulders raised. No eye contact, quiet steps. Stay out of other people's ways. Don't get distracted, bad things happen.
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The way Jared explained the smell to Paul, he felt like an idiot. 110% of him was fed up with being 'the pup'. Sam immediately had him lead the group back to where he found the trail of vampire stank, but it was simply from the road to the front porch. There was no telling which way it went after the road. There were no mysterious murders here or in Forks, so we assumed ourselves to be in the clear. On a different note, both Jared and Paul were both very late for school. Just as they had only stayed the morning yesterday, they were only about to make it to the second half of school today. Luckily for Paul the class immediately after lunch (and the second to last class of the day) was with Minerva. It was English, Literature, whatever you would like to call it, and it was usually one of Paul's least favorite classes. They had recently started working on Poetry, but he had tuned that out for a while. Instead, he fixed his gaze upon the light of the world. She was so focused on what the teacher was saying, so enraptured with his words. Never before had Paul thought of being a teacher but Mr. Wallace's position looked like one he would like to be in. Everyone suddenly stood and he jumped, startled that the class had already ended. Now he would have to wait the entire weekend to see her again, and he wasn't sure he could do that. Paul almost went up to talk to her, until her gaze fell on him and she bolted out of the room as fast as she could (while semi-walking). Every time her saw her flinch, his heart broke a little bit more.
Paul could remember when they were little she had been a ball of sunshine and happiness, then she became quiet and conserved in late elementary school and he and his so called 'friends' made sure she would stay that way. He still didn't know why she had become so introverted when she had been confident and open. Grant had heard something about a death in the family. They didn't really bully anyone when they were younger. In fact, until they met Matt, he and Grant were decent people. Matt pointed out how stupid, ugly or weird people were, and soon enough, Paul and Grant joined in.
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Today, Paul hadn't been a problem. There was a little scare in English, but other than that he was away from her and didn't seem to be actively seeking her out. Matt and his last lackey, on the other hand, seemed to be out to get her.
First, she was tripped in the hallway. Then, repeatedly slammed into a locker. Also, shoved, prodded, picked at with a pencil, called names (only older ones since Paul had normally came up with them), had spitballs shot at her, and when taking a drink at the water fountain, shoved into the spray of water multiple times. Finally, she was their main target in dodgeball. Her legs had ended up being very bruised, along with her forearms. The only good part of the day was when Edward texted her at lunch wondering about her movie choices, and telling her the time they would stop by to pick her up. It made her feel like an actual teenager.
