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HELLO EVERYBODY! WAS UP? IM CHILLIN AND WRITING AND EPIC STORY!
SORRY THAT NOTHING REALLY THAT EXCITING HAS BEEN HAPPENING, BUT DON'T WORRY IT GETS BETTER! I SWEAR!
I JUST HAVE TO WRITE IT! BUT I KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING, TRUST ME (DON'T ASK ME WHAT, I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE, YET, BUT IT WILL BE AWESOME!).
ANYWAYS, HERE IS THE EDITED VERSION OF CHAPTER 4! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!:
Chapter 4 – Left Out
How could this happen? Well, of course it would happen to me. Sometimes, though I wish I was a normal person. It would be so much easier.
'But what's life without a little adventure?' Jake would always say when I would complain to him. My answer was always, "Painless." He would always laugh and assure me being normal was not painless.
'How would you know? You were never normal!' I would ask him this.
He would reply, "I was normal once. And it was very painful. Being a werewolf took me away from that, after awhile."
I would always ask him to explain, but he always just brushed it away with a comment like;
"Being a wolf is totally awesome!"
I rolled my eyes at the memory and took a deep breath. I was going to get through this. At least for the day.
I walk to the house in a daze. I walk through the glass house and into the living room. All grows quiet.
I try to smile and they just stare at me like I'm some sort of animal or something. i try to ignore the stares and focus on Jacob and Alice who actually smiled at me.
At least they are good at acting, unlike my family. I mean, they are good around humans, but not around me.
I brush past Alice, Mom and Dad and tell them that I heard. They vaguely nodded, their faces still stoic, giving away nothing, or so I hoped.
I'd talk to them later. And probably beat the crap out of them. With words of course.
I sit next to Jacob and he gives me a grin. I smile back as best as I can and strike up a conversation with Carlisle about how we're learning about cancer in science.
Of course, he starts going on and on about how bad it is and all that. I knew I picked a good topic so I could think and not have to talk.
I thought about Jacob. Why hadn't he told me? Could I love him?
I did love Jacob, but as a brother. Nothing else. How could I convert that love into... what? Goo-goo eyes? Silly kisses like they do on TV shows?
I couldn't imagine Jacob and I in that way. It was just so weird to think about.
I finally noticed that Carlisle stopped talking and asked me a question that I didn't hear.
"What?" I said, "I'm sorry I missed that."
"I asked, Are you okay? You look a little distant today."
He put a hand to my forehead and said, "You feel hot."
I laughed bitterly. "I'm always hot." I ignored the grin Jacob grinned.
"I'm fine. Maybe I should go home and get ready for school."
"We'll go with you," Dad said quickly as he and my mom stood up and followed me to the house.
I saw Jacob's eyes follow me, as if he wanted to go to, but Alice kept him with something about his father, Billy.
"You heard," Mom whispered when we got to the house.
"Yes."
I was too in shocked to be mad at them for not telling me. I'd to the yelling later.
"Honey, you must understand why we didn't tell you. We wanted you to grow to love him. On your own. We didn't want to thrust this upon you and force you to."
"I guess I can understand. May I please not go to school today," I whispered mechanically, barely hearing myself. I needed to think... and sleep. AGAIN.
Of course, they heard me and nodded. Dad looked at me with sympathy in his black eyes. Mom and him needed to hunt.
"Thank you," I mumbled and fled to the shelter of my room.
My bed was repaired and a note was taped to the bedframe:
Fixed this when you were asleep.
-Jake
P.S. Hope you feel better about Will
I let myself smile a little, then groaned and fell on my bed. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts swirl around me like an endless whirlpool.
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YAYYAYAYAYAYAYAY! LOTS OF TEEN ANGST!
SO, I JUST CHECKED THE BOOKS AND THIS IS WHEN SHE IS ABOUT 6 1/2 YEARS OLD AND FULLY GROWN UP. SHE'LL BE TURNING 7 IN SEPTEMBER!
ISN'T THAT SO WEIRD TO THINK ABOUT? ANYWAY, HOPED YOU LIKED IT!
AND NOW, A QUOTE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT:
"Everyone has a photographic memory. Some don't have film."
~Anonymous
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