So, hi. Here I am, after a two year absence from the world of fanfic. It's been an interesting two years, that's for sure! I've graduated college, been maid of honor at my sister's wedding, had my heart broken into a gajillion pieces, painfully put them back together again, and now I'm entering nursing school. How've you been? (And yes, I promise: eventually, Ivy Tree will be finished. I'm just stuck on that for the moment.)

It's been over a year now since my relationship fell apart, and I'm finally able to write again. This story originally began three years ago. It was about a very kind and sweet girl named Amelia who was imprinted on by Seth.

My love for Seth notwithstanding, I've developed a huge liking for Paul's character. I started to wonder….should I write an imprinting story about Paul? (I kinda pretend that "Breaking Dawn" doesn't exist, so Rachel isn't a huge concern for me.) But then I decided that Paul imprinting on a girl like Amelia was highly improbable, so it needed to stay a Seth centric story. I was perfectly fine with this decision.

Still, I sat down today to jot out a couple of sentences about Amelia. Just to get my feet wet in the whole writing game again. And all of a sudden, this badass, determined, opinionated girl completely took me over. It was like being possessed – I was consumed by her. Before I knew it, I had typed out six pages about this girl named Clara. And I LIKED her. I had always been fond of Amelia, but all of a sudden, I knew that that wasn't the story I wanted to tell. THIS was the story that was bursting to come out of me. And in my time of writing, I've come to learn that when there's a character this hell bound to talk, you'd better just type as fast as you can and go with it. I hope you enjoy the fruits of this wisdom!

This story will probably be shorter than some of my others (unless Clara carries me away again). I'll try to update every other day or so – I want to see where this goes as much as I hope you guys will! Please, leave me reviews and tell me what you think.

Warning: this is NOT a Mary Sue. Not everyone will like her. She is not gorgeous beyond all compare. She is not an Elsie Dinsmore. You may not like all of her opinions, but that certainly won't stop her from saying them, even if she's wrong. Ye be warned.

I'm so glad to be back here! I hope everyone reading this has an awesome day! Review, and you shall find some hot Native guy suddenly look deeply into your eyes and start panting. Trust me on this one.

BlindingFirefly

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Flying Inside Your Own Body

Your lungs fill and spread themselves,

wings of pink blood, and your bones

empty themselves and become hollow.

When you breathe in you'll lift like a balloon

and your heart is light too and huge,

beating with pure joy, pure helium.

The sun's white winds blow through you,

there's nothing above you,

you see the earth now as an oval jewel,

radiant and sea blue with love.

It's only in dreams you can do this.

Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,

a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;

the sun's a hot copper weight pressing straight

down on the think pink rind of your skull.

It's always the moment just before gunshot.

You try and try to rise but you cannot.

— Margaret Atwood