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Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Relax.

For the rest of the day I was like this, trying to relax myself and jumping a bit at every noise I heard. When my Mom came in and planted a kiss on the back of my head, I swear I jumped to the moon in fear.

"Chicky?" She asked, placing her hands on my shoulders to steady me. "Is there something wrong?"

I tried to relax and make my voice even. "Nope, nothing's wrong. Just a bit jumpy, new house and all," I lied and faked a yawn. "I'm tired, I'm going to bed. Bye!" I raced up the staircase, leaving my Mother scratching her head in confusion.

It's not really that bad, I mean it's not like they were following me or anything. I flopped down onto my bed and gazed up at the ceiling. They were probably just going for a walk, like me, and just happened to be right where I was. That's probably it. Nothing creepy about that, just a common interest in flowers.

I swear if they took my purple flower, there will be hell to pay.

I tried to sleep, I really did, but the sounds of howling wolves echoed throughout the dark night. It was currently 1 o'clock in the morning, and they would all sound off every ten minutes. Every time I was finally drifting off into sleep, they would all howl their lungs out.

"Shut up!" I mumbled into my pillow when they started up again. I had had enough.

I paced over to the window groggily and lifted up the bottom half. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screeched into the night air, and immediately the howling stopped. "Thank you!" I slammed the window closed and stalked back into bed and waited for sleep to take me.

I am the wolf whisperer, or yeller.

Hell yeah.

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Somehow, (not sure if luckily or unluckily) I still managed to wake up reasonably early the next morning. I must have had an inbuilt alarm clock or something. I tied my hair up in a loose bun and made my way downstairs in hope to catch my Mom before she went off to work. Sure enough, she was sitting at the dining room table eating her breakfast and reading the newspaper, still half asleep.

I grabbed some weetbix and milk and slid into the chair opposite her.

"'Morning Mom," I said cheerfully.

"Mmm." She mumbled back in reply, deeply engrossed in the latest gossip.

"Did you hear the wolves last night?" I asked, munching on my food.

She groaned. "Oh, yes. They were quite loud, weren't they?" I nodded quickly in reply. "I had to put on my ear muffs to block out the terrible sounds."

Damn, why didn't I think of that? "Do you think we should call the police or animal control or whatever they have here? Do they even have any of that here?" I suggested, watching her as her eyes still roamed the pages of the newspaper.

"Of course they do sweetie. I called Sue this morning and she said it happens a lot. You just have to get used to it," Mom droned. "I guess it's what happens when you live right next to the forest, I just didn't expect it to be a problem." She sighed and placed the paper on the table next to her bowl.

"Are you going now?" I asked, shoveling my breakfast in my mouth, enjoying the disgusted look on her face.

"Yes," She started to head out the door, but quickly turned back to face me. "Oh, and Darling, I bought something for you. It's on the lounge room floor, hopefully it makes getting to school quicker." She waved goodbye and closed the door.

Curious, I got up and walked into the lounge room. "Oh. My. God!" I gasped at the brand new long board in front of me. I'll have to thank Mom later, she makes up for bad parenting by giving me awesome gifts. Giggling uncharacteristically, I picked it up and rode it slowly on the wooden floor, it was so smooth!

"Thank you Mom!" I called out, knowing she wouldn't hear me. I ran upstairs and quickly got changed into a green tank top and light blue jean shorts. I rushed back and forth quickly, not wanting to miss out on the chance of getting in a quick skate before school started.

When I opened the door I was met by a frost biting breeze that knocked the wind out of me... maybe I should get a jacket. I slammed the door shut before I could turn into a snow man and grabbed a hoodie that was conveniently draping over one of the couches. After putting it on, I went back outside and felt so much better than before. My legs were still a bit cold, but I could deal with it.

I skated around from one side of the road to the other for fifteen minutes, before I decided to go to school. Ugh, school. That means I'll have to see the clones again, there's something about them that's just not... right. Seth probably didn't deserve me being so rude to him yesterday, but still I felt something strange about them. Unnatural.

I whistled as I skated along, getting a proper look around the small town of La Push. There were no main shopping centers like in Florida where I used to live, everyone seemed really equal. I suppose if I wanted to go to shopping I'd have to go to Seattle or Port Angles or something.

I rolled into the school car park and checked the time on my phone. Ten minutes 'til the bell goes, good I don't have to rush too much. The halls were much fuller than yesterday; it seems that this is the main time that people come into the school.

"Uh, Michelle?" I stopped trying to fit my long board into my locker, and turned around.

"Oh, hey Kim." I smiled at her and turned away to cringe, oops, I forgot about abandoning her yesterday.

"I just wanted to apologise." I whirled around and gaped at her. "I'm sorry for-"

"Wait, hold the phone, why are you apologising!?" I asked confusedly. Oh god, someone slap me. I just said hold the phone.

"I-I didn't know that you didn't seem to like Seth," Kim stuttered, looking at the ground and shuffling from foot to foot. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

I stopped gawking at her and shook my head so quickly it nearly gave me whiplash. "No, no, no! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have embarrassed you like that; do they think I'm a nutcase now?"

Kim giggled. "I heard Brady saying something like: Must have forgotten to take her pills." I scowled and shut my locker with a loud bang. Well, he must have taken a little too many of his. "And Embry thinks you might need some sort of anxiety help after you kicked him where the sun don't shine yesterday."

I threw my head back and laughed at that. "Well I'm not sorry about that!" Kim laughed at that too. "Say, don't you have any girls that are friends? Not that I'm judging or anything, I'm just curious."

Kim just shrugged. "Yeah, but they're not in school anymore."

"Oh."

"What do you have now?" Kim asked, leaning over to check my timetable. "Maths, I think you might have Paul in your class!"

I just stared at her.

"Who the hell is Paul?"

Kim smacked her forehead. "Oh, right, sorry. You don't know him, but he's nice." She smiled encouragingly at me, but I didn't miss the 'Sort of' that she muttered under her breath as she walked to her class.

Great.

I slipped into my next class just before the bell went and took the only seat left. The one next to this really buff looking guy who didn't look like a very happy chappy, his face was etched into a permanent frown as he glared at his desk.

Looks like somebody's on their period.

I sat down hesitantly, positioning myself ready to bolt if he suddenly took out a knife (come on, he looked like a serial killer!). His glare intensified as he sensed me sitting next to him, and he turned to face me. But then his face suddenly dropped and the lines of his frown faded away as he stared bug-eyed at me. Weird. I slowly turned to face the front of the class, still feeling his stare on me. To say that this was creeping me out would be the understatement of the century.

I tried to pay attention to the teacher talking, but his gaze still hadn't left my face. It was making me feel just an itsy bit uncomfortable.

"Could you stop that, please?" I hissed at him after a couple of minutes, still keeping my eyes on the teacher. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath and I flickered my eyes towards him. Yep, still in the same position as before. Maybe he's training to be a statue?

"Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly, keeping my voice quiet.

"Paul." He whispered. Oh-kay, definitely some sort of mental issue, what the hell is a Paul?

"Uh-huh." I tried to smile at him, but it came out as more of a grimace. This guy is wacko.

"My name is Paul." He seemed to have snapped out of the whole 'deer in headlights' thing, but was still gazing at me in awe. Maybe I looked like his favourite celebrity or something?

Going against everything I represented, I figured it's always good to be polite, even if it's to a mental case.

"My name's Michelle." I whispered as quietly as I could, I didn't want a detention from the teacher on my second day.

"Michelle," He repeated, his eyes finally leaving my face to look up at the ceiling.

"Yep, that's my name." I muttered and turned back to the teacher, completely ignoring this 'Paul' for as long as I could. He seemed to focus back on the teacher, but kept glancing my way every now and then.

I gasped suddenly, resulting with the whole class looking at me in confusion.

"Do you have something to add, Miss Robbins?" The teacher raised her eyebrow at me. I could see Paul looking at me with a worried look on his face. What is that dude's problem?

"Uh nope, I'm just uh, hungry." I lied meekly and she just rolled her eyes and continued talking to the class. I sneaked a glance at Paul, who was still looking at me worriedly; I just smiled hesitantly at him.

I had just realized that this was the Paul that Kim was talking about; does she have some sort of sympathy towards psychos? I guess that he did fit in with the clone quota: unnaturally tall, mega buff, short hair. Maybe they were in some kind of cult? Taking steroids and then abducting innocent little girls like Kim, maybe I was next! Whatever they don't scare me; I'm not going to fall for their niceness crap. Or in Paul's case, their creepy crap.

The bell FINALLY went, and I tore out of the classroom. I breathed a sigh of relief as I made it into the hallways, but my relief was cut short as I spotted someone following me.

"Leave me alone, you creeper!" I turned and glared at Paul who was glaring down at me too.

"I'm not a creeper," He responded darkly. I rolled my eyes.

"Well prove it by going away!" I snarled at him and stomped away, pushing past all people to make my escape to the cafeteria. But alas, Paul was still following directly behind me. And by direct I mean nearly touching me. "Did you not hear me?" I turned to glare at him, but ended up smashing into his hard chest, for he had not stopped walking.

"Ow!" I rubbed my nose and took a step back. Woah dude, those are some pretty hard abs.

"I am going to sit with my friends; I have to go this way." He explained, probably not even noticing that he had hurt me. Arrogant jerk.

I ignored him and touched the bottom on my nose. "Ow! Dude, you gave me a blood nose!" I growled and held the bridge of my nose.

"Oh," He said. "How did I do that?"

I hissed like a snake at him and stalked towards Kim's table, well aware of Paul trailing behind.

I saw her sitting on Jared's lap and laughing about something he said. All of the boys were there except one, but I can't remember his name.

"Kim!" I called out, still holding the bridge of my nose. She turned around and blushed, probably at that she was sitting on Jared's lap.

"Hey, Michelle." She said, and then gasped. "What happened?!"

I growled menacingly and jabbed my thumb at Paul, who was standing next to me. "He." I started, and saw that the clones were all staring at me and Paul. "Gave me a blood nose!"

"I don't even know what I did!" Paul glared at me, but I could still see that he was looking at me like I was some sort of God. What a weirdo.

Everything was silent for a second. The clones were all looking at one another then back at Paul and me, as if sending some telepathic message, they all grinned simultaneously. Realization dawned over Kim's face, and she looked positively horrified. Seth let out a low whistle.

"Dude, you didn't." He said, grinning. Somehow I get the feeling that this wasn't about my blood nose anymore.

"You know I can't help it." Paul said, exasperated. I just raised my eyebrow at him. You can't help being super buff and giving people blood noses by making them walk into your ripped chest?

"But, dude, you'll hurt her." Seth stood up from the table. "You're both too... alike." I scoffed, everyone ignored me.

"I would never," Paul growled, literally, growled, sizing Seth up.

"I beg to differ." Seth gestured to my nose, and I frowned at him. Paul started to shake violently. Jeez, anger problems much? Holy crap maybe he's having a seizure!?

"Michelle!" Kim squeaked, and jumped out of Jared's arms."Come! I have tissues in my bag!" She dragged me forcefully away and out of the cafeteria.

"What a freak show," I murmured when we made it to Kim's locker.

Kim handed me a tissue.

"Here you go," She said and leaned against the locker beside hers.

"So..." I started, getting her attention. "You and Jared, eh?" I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, enjoying the blush that played on Kim's face. The bloody tissue over my nose kind of ruined my mystique, but she was an easy blusher.

"Yeah, we've been dating for a few months." She blushed even more at the suggestive looks I was giving her. "Stop it!" She whacked my arm and I laughed. "What about you?"

"What about me?" I asked.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nah, boys are idiots." I shrugged.

"You need a real man." Kim said in a gruff voice, doing some sort of macho stance.

I laughed, and then added more seriously. "What was up with Paul?"

Kim laughed at that, and I raised my eyebrow. "After I say, 'You need a real man', the first thing that you say afterwards is about Paul!"

"Erm, no, just no." I shook my head and finished wiping my nose again with the tissue. "He's a total creep! You should have seen the way he was staring at me in Math! It was the strangest thing ever."

"I know how you feel." She muttered and then took the bloody tissues out of my hand and dumped them in the bin. "How about we hang out today? Just me and you? You can come to my house after school and I can show you some of my favourite places in town."

"Okay, sure." I replied smiling, I really didn't deserve someone like Kim. "I'm just going to go to the toilet, could you wait here?"

"Okay!"

I wandered off to the bathroom and washed my hands when I had finished. But when I went to go out the door, another girl was blocking my way.

"Uh, excuse me." I said politely, trying to get around her, but she just kept stepping the way I was going to go. She had peroxide blonde hair (which is odd considering this is an Indian school) and wore skimpy clothing even though it was freezing cold weather. I could hardly make out what eye colour she had because of the amount of eye make-up she had on. "Look, could you move?"

"No," She glared at me. And two other girls appeared behind me. What the hell, when did they get here? "You better stay away from Paul."

"No problems there," I said and tried to step around her, but one of the other girls behind me elbowed me in the back. "Ow! Look, what do you want?"

She ignored me. "Paul is mine, if you want him too, then you better get in line." I just raised my eyebrow. What in the world is she on about? "I, Rachel, am his current girlfriend, next is Molly and then Grace." She pointed to the two girls behind me.

"Every girl gets a turn." Grace said, grinning at me.

I finally realized what they were talking about.

"Oh." I breathed. "You mean that he..."

Rachel laughed at me. "He probably just wanted to try out the new girl, you know, since he's already done everyone else."

Even though I disliked Paul, I still felt betrayed. I guess in the end, there is only one thing that men want.

"Don't worry." I glared at Rachel. "I won't go anywhere near him."

Rachel laughed again. "Good," She leaned in to my ear and whispered. "You better stay away, or else you'll be sorry." She grinned at me and sashayed out of the bathroom.

"Ciao!" She called back, and slammed the door behind her.

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Review! PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU!

Has anyone seen the newer episodes of GLEE? I love the Jesus-with-the-Dreads guy! I love how Puck was like: Dude, you have a twig in your hair.
Jesus-with-the-Dreads:
Puck: No dude, I'm serious. You actually have a twig in your hair.
Jesus-with-the-Dreads: Oh. Thanks mate.

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