I don't own twilight.

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Quil pov.

After school I watched Amethyst drive off then I got in Jakes car and we went to Sam and Emily's house. "Hey Sam can I talk to you?" I asked him when I we walked inside. "Sure?" I turned around and walked out the door. We walked down the road for a little while and stopped at the beach. "Ok you're being quite and you asked to talk. What's wrong?" He asked me. Figures he'd say something like that. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. "There's this new girl at the school. And when I made eye contact with her. It was like I had this connection to her. It's hard to explain." I said. Then I looked at him. He was looking at me in shock. "What do you mean connection?" he asked me. "It's like I really care about her even though I just met her. And I can't stop thinking about her." I explained. "Quil, you just imprinted." He said then he walked away.

I transformed into a wolf then ran to the Lee house. I saw the Lee's car drive up when I was almost there. Then I heard them call Amethyst down stairs to eat dinner. I heard her walk down the stairs and sit at the table. "So Amethyst what do you think of the school?" Mr. Lee asked her. "It's alright." She said. I really want to know what happened to her voice. It's unnaturally gravely. "Well that's nice." Mr. Lee said. "Amethyst after school tomorrow we're going to go shopping and we're going to redo your room. It doesn't seem like it will fit you and you're only 16 you will be here for a while." Mrs. Lee said. "Oh. Thanks. The police confiscated everything from the house they only left me with my personal items and five posters." She explained. Why did the police confiscate her stuff? Embry asked. Running over to me in wolf form. Oh god. Then he saw the conversation I had with her in first period today. Oh. Wonder what her dad did to go to prison. He said. Then he left to go make rounds. "What did they leave you with?" Mrs. Lee asked. At least she's trying to get to know Amethyst better. "A Bella Morte poster, an Evanescence poster, a copy of Van Gogh painting called a starry night. A copy of Edvard Munch's painting the scream. And a wolf painting I did when I was bored." She has a wolf painting. That's ironic.

They finished eating and she went upstairs. She got that drawing pad out of her bag then she opened her window and sat on the window ledge and just started drawing. She did that for a while. I just sat down and watched her draw. Really Quil. You're just going to sit there and watch her draw? You say I'm strange. Jake thought. Shut up Jake. Then he left me alone. After she finished the drawing she went back in the window and got a book out of a box. I noticed the title was The Worlds Greatest Horror Stories. After reading for a while she changed from jeans to purple shorts and put in a c.d. then went to bed.

I went into her room when I was sure she was asleep. The first thing I noticed was the smell. Her smell. She smells like ink, some acid smell, and some sort of flower. I noticed she smelled like the flowers that were sitting on her dresser. They were dark blue. The card said they were lilies. On the back there was a note.

Amy,

Hope these help you get threw this. I know this is hard on you. Remember I'm always here for you. You have my number call any time. Hopefully La Push has your favorite flower. Otherwise you won't be getting these for a while.

Love Ya.

Peirce.

Her favorite flowers are these things. Well they do smell good. And they are kinda pretty. Did I just think that? I noticed by the flowers was her sketch book. It seems new. She only used a few pages.

Page 1: a house

Page 2: a guy with a lot of piercings

Page 3: a skull in flames with a snake going threw the eyes

Page 4: a bat

Page 5: me

Holey crap! She just did a picture of me! How? This is the one she just did! I watched her draw this! It is a amazing drawing. It looks exactly like me. She's a talented artist. She rolled over in her sleep and I turned around to look at her. My eyes went to her wrist. She has scars on them. She used to cut her wrists. They look really old. So that's good. I stood there and listened to her breathing and her heart beet. God im weak. After a while I ran home and went to sleep. I can't wait to talk to her tomorrow.

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