January 8h
Dear Journal,
What a weird first day, I mean, really odd. Besides the fact that everyone else seems to have dark hair and tanned skin besides me, I was a total outcast. They weren't rude - the girl I sat next to said high (her name is Leann) and the guy on the other side nodded (he didn't introduce himself but I heard someone call him Walt) – but they were distant.
I sat alone at lunch, somehow I choose the loser table without even trying, and this one group of guys (they looked like a pack of wolves) just starred at me a lot and whispered. I wanted to slap the whole lot of them, but I didn't. It was like they weren't sure if they could trust me or something, I don't know.
And another thing is how they talked about other people. I've even heard Grandpa mention it now. Apparently there is this new family in town – well, new as in they moved to Forks in August – but Grandpa just says that they "moved back" whatever that means. All the older people are kinda freak'n out whenever someone mentions it and that pack of boys get really jittery. I don't know what it's all about. I really want to find out though.
I asked Granny Franny why everyone seems to suspicious of this new family – I've heard them referred to as the "Wolfes" – but she wouldn't tell me. All she said was "Jenny, it's not important, just go read one of our books until dinner". She always wants me to read those Quileute books about legends and stuff. I never do. I mean, it's not that I don't like my ancestry, I just don't care about their superstitions.
Its crazy! They talk like these "Wolfe" people are blood-sucking vampires (doesn't that seem ironic?). Some of the older men are always saying things like "they claim to be relatives" or "they claim to stay on their side". What? I just try to stay out of it. I guys in their old age they have to be entertained somehow. Not that I believe them, but I would like to know what all the fuss is about.
XoXo Jennifer Heartly