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I hope this chapter meets expectations and that I have improved on problems.

Disclaimer. I don't own Twilight Saga.(Sadly)

Autumn. xx.

PS. Just thought I'd say the house they're living in is based on my dad's home. Thanks for letting me put it down slightly. =)

Our new home . . .

It looked like it had been a nice house when it was new. The outside was white, with large bay windows facing toward the ocean, and the back had a conservatory and the end of the back garden merged into the woods. All the rooms were big, and the front and back yard were massive. But the white paint was fading, beaten by the sea spray, the back garden had wild plants creeping into the lawn. Finally the rooms, well the front room was painted a sunny yellow colour with orange curtains that seemed to glow, the kitchen was nice, with again sunshine yellow cupboards and a white floor. The dining room and conservatory were both white with wooden floorboards, old and creaking.

My mother and father's room was a light and pale blue with soft indigo carpets. Lola's room was white with a black carpet . . . I don't like it much. And Corey's room was blue, like my parents but a deeper blue and had a dull white carpet. My room . . . I was the last to claim a room so I received the smallest room in the house, coming second to the bathroom. The walls were wallpapered grey with a white a grey carpet. It was very plain . . . like me I guess.

Once we had unpacked I set about trying to organise my room, this was going to take sometime. I sighed, sitting down on my new double bed. It took up almost the whole room, my desk and chest of drawers were wedged in the corner and my tall bookcase loomed over me from where it stood next to the window. Laying back against the bright sheets I pulled out my paints, I was half way through trying to paint an interesting colourful canvas to put on my wall when I heard my brother shout he was going to out and slammed the door quickly. I frowned, he hadn't been acting like himself since he saw that girl. I ran downstairs to find my mom and dad putting away plates.

'Mom? Where's Corey gone?' I asked, leaning against a counter. She looked sideways at my dad but didn't reply. The crease in my forehead deepened.

'Mom? Dad? Whats up with him?' I asked, trying to see their reaction. Once again my mother glanced at dad but still they said nothing.

'WHAT?!' I said, my voice raising, I was missing out on something and I didn't like it.

'Lora, sit down.' my mom said, giving me a sympathetic look. What? Sit down? That means big news? Was he going to die? Oh my god, no. I'm going to die? He's gone to tell my Aunt!
Of course it wasn't half as bad as I had thought.

'Imprinted?' I repeated, they had tried to skit around actually telling me but eventually they blurted it out. I think they thought I was going to cry or something.

'Yes. Alora? Are you alright?' they both said, concerned. I just nodded.

'On that girl? The one outside the shop, the pretty one?' I said, remembering the girl this morning. They both nodded. Oh.

'Also he is meeting the pack this evening so I don't want you or Lola to wind him up. He's really nervous as it is.' I nodded then left the house and wandered out heading beach-ward.

It was to cold out, but it was raining lightly. I didn't mind the rain I guess. Well rain is alright as long as its not too cold and the wind isn't bitter. It wasn't heavy rain, more of a light drizzle, if that's what you could call it. I found my way down a path to a bay, the sign said Second Beach. It was different from First beach, which we had passed on our way through. This was empty, bar from a few figures walking down the other end of the beach. I walked along the shore line, it wasn't windy here, the cliffs sheltered it and the waves crept up the shore making a small hissing noise. It was relaxing.

I ignored my hair as it began to stick to my face, frizzing in the rain. I hated my hair. A lot. I looked down at my trainers, I'd worn my old ones. I was pleased I had when a wave rushed forward closing round the shoes. The bottom of my jeans got wet, I shivered and stuff my hands deeper into the pockets of my jacket.

'Ali? Is that you?' a voice asked. Only one person in the whole world called me Ali. I hadn't noticed how far I'd walked, the two figures were now close. Close enough for me to recognise my cousin, my younger cousin. Collin.
Had he always been that tall? Oh no. It was like Corey all over again! Collin?! He couldn't be a. A werewolf?

'Collin?' I said, smiling and stepping toward them. 'Wow. Your really-'

'Tall?' he said, finishing the sentence for me. I nodded, and he embraced me in a hug. He was so warm. . . like Corey. Oh no.

'So who's your friend?' asked the other boy, his voice similar to my cousin.

'Oh. Ali, this is Brady, my best mate. Brady, this is my cousin Ali.' I smiled and shook his hand, it was also warm. I then noticed they were wearing loose cargo pants and thin tops.

'Err. . . Collin. Can I speak to you for a sec'?' I asked, looking at him sideways in a meaningful way. He shrugged and walked with me.

'Erm. This is gonna sound stupid but are you are erm Brady err were-' I tripped over my words, feeling idiotic. Once again he finished my sentence.

'Werewolves?' I nodded. So did he.

'Oh.' I said, then half smiled, he gave me a broad grin.

'Except its not werewolves, its shape shifters. Some vampires told us a few months ago.' huh? Vampires.

' . . . Va-Vampires?' I said, my voice shaky, then I passed out.

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I know I'm not a great writer but I try. =)

Autumn. xx.