Hello people!

I hope you are liking this story, and that my Jared is believable enough.

As I have said, I've never been a werewolf, so I don't have the faintest idea what it feels like, and it never really describes it properly in the books.

I don't own anything about this story or anything, but I do own the things my characters (well, Stephanie Meyer's characters) say.

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Chapter 2: MIGRAINE (and everything else-graine)

I woke up in the morning with a splitting headache. My whole body hurt, but I felt as though my head in particular, had been stretched out of shape. I ran my thoughts though yesterday, to figure out why my head hurt so bad.

Ah, yes. I turned into a blooming werewolf. That would explain why everything hurts.

My mother always did say I was her special little boy, and it seems she was right.

I sat up in bed, just to be pulled back down again by the mere weight of my body. I felt almost 10 tonnes heavy. I moaned at the pain of my moving. Apparently I wasn't going anywhere today.

I would usually cheer that I had the day off school, but today, I just felt so rubbishy that I didn't have the energy.

"Jared?" My mother called from the sitting room in our large house. "Is that you?" She asked. Well, who else would it be? The other boy who sleeps in your son's room?

"Yeah" I groaned.

"Oh, dear. You really don't sound too well today. You can stay off school until you feel better. Is it because of the...well, you know, your...you being a werewolf?" She asked softly, coming to stand at my doorway.

"I think so, but mum? I'm not really up to talking now, if that's alright. Can I just...sleep?" I asked, as hopefully as I could, with my sore throat.

"Sure, honey. If that's what you want. I'll go get you some lemon and honey tea. Your throat sounds bad."

"Thanks" I replied.

I knew I was lucky to have a mum like her. She took such good care of me, even in weird situations like these, and when she was dying of grief for losing my dad.

We had a large house, my mum and I, left to us by my father when he died. He had been ill with cancer for quite a while, so he wrote up his will early. It turned out he had been saving up quite a bit for me. We had always been quite well off, but I had an extra one-hundred thousand lying around in my bank account, ready for me to pick up next year. I wasn't sure what to do with my life. I had always wanted to become a wine-taster, because then you could drink wine, and be paid for it! Now, with my "werewolfness", it had gone and messed up all my plans for the future, as it was clear that I would be going nowhere now that I needed to protect the reservation. Protect the reservation from what? It seemed to be going perfectly fine on its own. Maybe I would have to ask Sam the next time he came in my mind.

My mother did interior design for work, and my father had been a lawyer, protecting hundreds of innocent people a year, or at least I like to think so. My grand-parents had also been wealthy, but they cut us out of their life when my dad died. They said they couldn't handle the grief of the memories I brought back, and my similarity to my father. I had always been proud of looking like my dad. I knew I was good-looking, but in that moment, when I was told my grand-parents didn't want to see me, I was shattered. I still went on as usual, though, but in times like these, times when I was ill and in indescribable pain, I was always reminded of my father, and the struggle he had to go through, and his strength. Right now, it felt like I had broken all the bones in my body, but I didn't mind too much. Some people out there had it so much worse than I did. They had to suffer for a long time, while my pain would probably be gone by tomorrow, mostly.

I lay in bed, thinking about illness, and things like that, when my mother came in silently, brandishing a hot cup of honey and lemon tea.

"Thanks mum" I croaked.

"Anytime, Jarrie. I'm going to leave you to sleep, now. Feel better soon" she said, sweetly, and left my room, closing the door behind her.

I sipped slowly at my tea, willing the pain in my throat to die down. It honestly felt like I had coughed up a lung, or swallowed a handful of gravel.

It wasn't just my throat though. It was my entire body, skin, bones, even hair. It was almost like someone had tried to turn me inside out. Skin on the inside, guts out.

Yeah, not a nice mental image.

I lay in bed for the rest of the week, occasionally getting up to go to the bathroom, or even phase. The pain I felt had faded long ago so phasing was now a painless event. It still felt weird, though, changing from a wolf to a human.

I talked to Sam about why we were here, as wolves. He said it was because there were vampires running around near La Push, in Forks. Dr Cullen and his family. When I heard that, I instinctively ran off to hunt them down, but he said they were (and this is the really weird bit) "vegetarians". Apparently, they didn't eat people, but animals. I had to laugh at that. Vegetarian vampires? Who knew? They weren't allowed on our land though. This I was pleased about. I didn't want any of those filthy bloodsuckers, even if they were vegetarians, anywhere near my mum. I didn't want to take the risk.

I was really enjoying my time off school, even if it was to learn about the freaky, weird things happening in my life. I took about two weeks off school, give or take a few days. I didn't want to ever go back, as I had a purpose in my life, and I wasn't allowed a real future. I protested against my mother, and argued against Sam when he told me I needed to go back, but then he commanded me to go to school in a strange voice, and I felt like it would hurt me to refuse.

I didn't ever want to go back. Ever. I would not be allowed to speak to my mates, so what else did I have to gain from school, except really bad grades, and a so called, "education". I wasn't even allowed to talk to the dorks, unless it was about school related things, and I had to be distant and mysterious, even then. It would break my heart, and my friend's heart, that I had to ignore them. I may sound like I'm being overdramatic, but we were really close, and we meant so much to each other. They were even there back in primary school to help me get over the loss of my dad. Paul especially. Oh my god, I sound like I'm about to burst into tears, and grab a tub of ice-cream.

Enough chick-flick moments for me, I need to go to school.

And at that thought, I am walking up the stone steps of the Quileute School, and into my new life.

There you are guys. Another chapter on "When I Found Her" complete for your reading experience.

Lots of love,

Deany-Bob101