January 20h
Dear Journal,
So today I met Jason at some diner in La Push. He explained a lot, not everything, but a lot. We sat together at the smallest, most out of the way table; he didn't want anyone else to hear. I'm sure people got the wrong idea. He said he couldn't say why they were meeting because he didn't really know. But they were meeting at his house because Jacob is his uncle. He had only seen him a few times before because Jacob's family wasn't welcome on the reservation.
He also said that Jacob and Sam were good friends back in the day, which confused me because Jacob couldn't be a day over 24 and Sam had to be at least 70. When I asked why Jacob's family wasn't welcome, Jason said that it went "way back" and that is was just Quileute superstitions. That's when I said the wrong thing:
"Superstitions? Grandpa talks as if they are some sort of monster, but they didn't seem like mass-murders when I met them." Oops.
"You met them?" Jason asked, stunned at my confession. Granny had told me not to tell a soul. "Jenny, I may not agree with the legends, but they aren't good people. Jacob even told me that he would prefer I stay out of their way for a while." Jacob had said that? Maybe he just wanted to protect his nephew but still...
"I..." I sighed and looked down at my plate. I had eaten only about half of my lunch. "There is just so much I don't get. Everyone just talks in riddles and stuff. It's frustrating, you know? With Grandpa and Granny being so...weird about stuff and all these stupid legends. Life was so much better in L.A.." I think that last bit hurt him, at least, it seemed like there was a bit of sting in his eyes when I said it.
"Yeah, I know we're weird," he joked and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Just a bit."
"I don't know everything either. Why they stare and what's up with Jacob's family. But you just learn to accept it and not ask questions."
"I can't help but be curious. Nothing's normal and it's stupid." He didn't respond for while, just picked at his food. Even though things were a bit silent, I was glad I had someone to talk to, to rant to. But it was weird; I had only known him a little while.
After we finished up he dropped me off at home. Granny kept making comments about 'That nice boy, Jason' and Grandpa just mutter about 'bad roots'.
In other news, I got a job! It's at the small cafe where I saw the Wolfes, which is a little strange and will probably keep me paranoid for a while. I'll be working Friday and Saturday afternoons (starting next week) trying to get that whole waitress thing down. I've gotta say, I almost hope that the Wolfes come in again. I feel almost ashamed to say it, but I want to know what else I could find out by eavesdropping some more.
Oh. I forgot. Last night I had this weird dream. I don't know what it means, I can't even remember it all, except that we suddenly had a pet wolf and Caden was in my room. Ah, forget it. Nevermind.
XoXo Jennifer Heartly