Hi:) okay, so in this chapter, there's a court thing to determine where Michelle's going to live. I have never been in a court or seen something like this, soooo I completely guessed EVERYTHING. Please don't be mad if I screwed it up or something.

MICHELLE'S POV

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. But to me, time had no meaning. I didn't go back to school, I didn't talk to anyone. There was no reason for me to get up in the morning. I stayed in bed for two weeks after the funeral. Emily forced food down my throat, and no matter how much Paul tried to talk to me, I just pretended to be asleep whenever he came in the room. After two weeks, I looked out my window and thought to myself, if it starts raining in the next five minutes, my dad's thinking of me. Two hundred thirty six seconds later, it started raining. So I got out of bed. I just felt the need to, because I thought my dad was thinking of me.

I didn't know what to do with myself. I just walked around the house for a while. It was five in the morning, so Sam and Emily were still sleeping. No one else was there. I went into the bathroom and stood in the shower for a minute; I couldn't bring myself to get clean. I put the same clothes back on and wandered into the kitchen, picked up a knife and looked at it for a while. After putting it back, I walked into the living room. When it stopped raining, I went back to bed.

After that, I just walked around in the night. Nobody would bother me then, because nobody knew.

PAUL'S POV

"I just don't know what to do."

"Should we get a doctor?"

"I'm so worried about her."

"Won't talk at all."

"Think I hear her at night."

Michelle seemed to be the topic of everyone's conversations. Nobody knew what to do. A social worker came last week about Michelle's living arrangements. There's going to be a court and everything because apparently she has an uncle somewhere that would be willing to take care of her, even though Sam and Emily practically begged her to let Michelle stay with them. But it's up to Michelle. Unfortunately, Michelle won't talk to anyone. Not even me! It's literally killing me inside. She pretends to be asleep when I go see her, but I know she's awake. This is all wrong! I imprinted on her! She's supposed to want to talk to me.

I followed Emily upstairs for what felt like the millionth time. It was the day of the court and we had to try and get Michelle up so we could take her. I could only hope Michelle wanted to stay here, because her uncle lives in Texas or something and I couldn't bear not seeing every day.

"Michelle?" Emily whispered kindly, pushing open the door.

I was surprised to see Michelle sitting up, staring out the window next to the bed. There was ten seconds of silence and then it started raining. She let out a sigh and looked at us. The dark circles under her eyes were still there, she was just as thin as ever. Her face held such sadness, I can hardly describe it, but there was something in her eye that caught my attention. Like a glint of hope, just from the rain. I inwardly chuckled, only my Michelle.

"Michelle, y-your court date is today and i-if you want to stay with us, you have to go to it," Emily whispered.

"He's thinking of me," Michelle breathed, I couldn't believe she was actually speaking, "he sent rain to me."

She didn't even look at us as she got out of bed and walked slowly to her closet. Emily and I looked at each other before nodding and quickly backing out of the room so she could get dressed.

He sent rain to me? What could she mean by that?

"She was talking about her father," Emily sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall.

"I see," I said, feeling frustrated because I didn't realize that first.

Michelle came out a few minutes later in jeans and a sweatshirt. She walked, almost in a dreamlike state, down the stairs. Everyone that had been in the kitchen turned to look at her with wide eyes. She completely ignored them, but went to stand by the door. Emily looked pointedly at Sam, who dropped his muffin and grabbed his car keys. The pack followed and soon we were all piled in 2 cars going to the court house.

Everyone was in a state of anxiety. Nobody knew what Michelle would say, if she would say anything. And who was this uncle that was willing to take her in? We arrived at the court house in Forks. Michelle had her arms wrapped around her legs, but she untangled herself and got out of the car.

We were directed into the court room and everyone sat down. To the left, I saw a guy who resembled Michelle's father slightly. But he looked a little creepy. His eyes were sunken in and he was eyeing Michelle in a way that made my hair curl. She would not be living with him, that's for sure. The rest of the pack seemed to agree, because they were looking at him in disgust. What would a guy like him want with Michelle? As far as I know, he's never been in her life before. He wasn't even at her dad's funeral. The judge walked in. She was a nice looking lady, which could work for us because she didn't seem like the kind of person to let a 14 year old girl go live with a creep.

The judge called up Emily first.

"Please state your name," the judge said kindly.

"Emily Young," Emily said.

"And you would be willing to become Michelle Adam's legal guardian?"

"Yes," Emily smiled at Michelle, who was curled up in a ball again. I just wanted to hug her.

"Can you tell us why?" the judge asked.

And it went like that. After Emily, she asked Sam. They both explained how attached they'd grown to Michelle and how they loved her like their own. The uncle was next. He disgusted me. His name was Todd Adams, and he had to be reminded Michelle's name six times. Six! It wasn't until he leaned over and asked the judge how much money "the girl" was to inherit that I realized his real intentions. Money. That gold-digging creep! I wanted to rip his head off right then and there. Sam put his hand on my shoulder and I had to stop shaking before I got kicked out.

"Thank you Mr. Adams," the judge said, looking distraught, "I would now like to call Michelle Adams up to the stand."

At the sound of her name, Michelle's head popped up.

"Go sweetie," Emily said kindly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Michelle shrugged it off and slowly stood up. Shakily, she walked up to the stand, her eyes on the floor. She sat down and looked at the judge, biting her lip.

"Please state your name," the judge said encouragingly.

"M-Michelle," Michelle whispered.

"Hi Michelle. I want to know, now that you've seen both sides, who would you rather live with and why? We want your input as much as theirs because in the end, you're what matters most," the judge said, smiling down at her.

Michelle looked around for a minute. The whole pack was holding their breath, on the edge of their seats. Finally, Michelle looked at the judge and opened her mouth.

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