Dear Claire,
So Happy 16th. I hope You have a good birthday, and awesome presents and other awesome stuff like that.
So I'm sure this letter seems fairly pointless at this point. And I guess it is, I just wanted to write you a letter while you were still young and innocent. Because as much of an angel as you are right now, I've seen the sweetest of little girls grow up into awful bitter harpies (yes, that means you Leah, because I can tell you're reading over my shoulder.) I've also seen the bossiest of little kids turn into the kindest of adults (yes, Emily, you were a bossy little devil.)
So before you turn into hell, like all little kids do, I just wanted to remind you how much of an angel you were (are? Hopefully.). I don't know how to describe it. So obviously, seeing as we're werewolves (were you supposed to know about that? I think Quil will have told you by now. If not, we're all werewolves except Emily and Kim and Rachael and maybe some other people like 13 years in the future.) we all burst into giant wolves when we get angry. And I will admit (see I will admit it!) that I have a harder time keeping my temper than any of the others. But not so much around you. I don't know if it's because you're a kid, or something else. I just can.
You have that affect on all of us though. Like Leah. She's being maternal. It's scary. And Jacob. He's not so angsty about Bella anymore. And obviously you've had the biggest affect on Quil (who of course, is NOT a pedophile as he constantly reminds us.) He's so protective. Like if you trip and fall, he'll like, want to take you to the hospital or something. It's crazy. It's hilarious though.
I don't think he appreciates it when we tease him about hanging out with a 3 year old all the time. But you've got to admit, (and I'm hoping you're old enough to see the humor in this now) that a 16 year old guy hanging out with a 3 year old girl, watching Dora and playing with Barbie's, is funny, imprint or not.
And I have the right to say that. Ever since I imprinted on Rachael, I've understood why you mean so much to Quil. If anything were to happen to her, I don't know what I would do. I'd be devastated. Look at me, pouring my heart out to a child. Well, I guess you won't be a child by the time you read this, but it's still weird. But I guess I'm asking you, though it wasn't my intention, to be good to Quil. He's my friend, and even though he's annoying sometimes, he really, honestly, loves you, and if his overprotective-ness bugs you, let it go. Rachael's older than me and I'm horribly overprotective of her, so I can only imagine how bad it is for Quil.
Leah's glaring at me right now. She thinks my letter pointless. I don't think it's pointless! I told you about being a werewolf. She's just being dumb. She's like convinced these letters will be secret love letters or something. Well sorry if 3 year olds don't do interesting things every day. I don't even know what the point of these is. He could just tell you he imprinted on you. And that we're wolves. Isn't honesty like the basis to a good relationship? But no, he goes and listens to Ms. Grumpy-Gills over there. Oh well. Happy birthday Claire!
Love,
Paul
Claire sat back and rubbed her eyes. Tonight, she had a thing or two to say to Paul about being a "devil". Werewolves? She knew the stories, of course she did, but that was ridiculous right? There were no vampires here. And then there was that word, imprinting, again. If imprinting was what had happened to Paul and Rachael, wasn't that what she wanted for herself? She blushed at the thought of her and Quil being that intimate. And the people mentioned were so different from those she knew! Except Emily. Emily was still kind. But an angsty Jacob? A bitter Leah? A pedophile Quil? She laughed to herself. Apparently the last one was true. Still smiling, she reached for the next one.
a/n: So these first few chapters have been really short. I have an idea for the next one (age 4) so hopefully that one will be harder. It's a challenge, writing long letters! REVIEW!