Yeah, so, this is the prologue. Hope you like it!
Oh, by the way, this story takes place around...Let's say, New Moon. But the prologue doesn't.
Jacob sat in against a tree, his face buried into his legs curled up against his small, eight-year-old body. His suit was getting dirty, but he didn't care. All he cared about was getting away from there; his dad, his sisters, all those tall people that pitied him…And her. She promised. She promised. She promised that she would never, ever, ever leave him. She had promised. She had pinky swore. And you can never break a pinky swear. She had promised, pinky swore on it, and gave him one 'never' and two 'evers…' But she didn't keep it.
Now she was gone. And she was lying in that casket. Lifeless. And he couldn't do anything about it. Sarah Black, his own mother was never going to come back.
Jacob was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear her sit down next to him. Her. His best friend. Leah Clearwater. She tapped his shoulder.
"Go away," he sniffed. This was the first time she had seen him cry. And it was kind of embarrassing for the self-proclaimed "not a sissy."
"You can't hide out here forever, ya' know," she explained to him. Then she realized he was crying. "Hey," she softened her voice a little bit—like her mom did. "Don't cry. It'll be okay…" she gave him the best hug she could in the position that they were currently in. Jacob leaned into her embrace. The pity was better from her than from anybody else. She was his best friend, after all.
The two stayed like that for a long time…Or at least until Jacob had stopped crying.
"You…Okay?" Leah asked hesitantly. Jacob nodded and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his suit jacket. Leah did her best not to cringe in disgust.
Suddenly, Leah brightened. "Hey! Do you wanna' come to my house?" she asked. "We can ask my mommy if we can make pancakes." When Jacob didn't answer, she put in, "We can put chocolate chips in them…" she smiled slyly. Only Leah would know that his favorite food was chocolate chips—the boy could put it in anything.
At this, Jacob looked up. He let out a little smile, and Leah snatched up his hand.
"Yea! Do you like pancakes? Yeah, I like pancakes…!" Leah sang. "Don't worry. My mommy can be your mommy, too!" Suddenly Jacob stopped walking with her.
"No one will ever replace my mother," he told Leah firmly. Leah nodded her head.
"Okay! Oki-doky, artichoky!" Then she thought of something, "How about this: we won't mention you-know-who…Except in our memories."
Jacob looked into the distance and thought for a few moments. "I guess it'll okay. She's gone, but she's never forgotten." He looked at Leah and smiled…A real-live-genuine-Jacob-Black smile. "Doo-da-da-doo can't wait to get a mouthful! Last one to the house is a rotten egg!" He took off running.
Leah laughed. "Hey, no fair! You got a head start!"
Leah smiled sadly at the memory. That was eight years ago. And she would never forget that day. She put the picture back into her over-sized purse, and sat back in the airplane seat.
It was hard, but she knew she had to do it. She knew that she had to leave. There were things said, and things done that she wished she could do over.
Psh…Only in her dreams.
Leah thought back to the events over the past couple of weeks; her boyfriend broke up with her to get with her cousin. She had been heartbroken for days. Sitting up on her roof, looking out into the forest. Praying that he it was all just some practical joke and that he would come back.
But he didn't.
And, on top of that, she found out that she was a huge, ugly, only-supposed-to-be-a-myth werewolf. A WEREWOLF! How does a sixteen-year-old girl get over that? Oh and here's the best part…
Jacob wasn't her friend anymore.
And it was all over a stupid fight.
That was the moment when she decided to run away. And she didn't tell anyone about it either. Well, except for her aunt and uncle. I mean, they were the ones who she was supposed to stay with. But she had sworn them to secrecy. They weren't to tell anyone where she was.
Man, it seemed like everyone was keeping secrets these days.
"Good afternoon, passengers. We are now approximately five minutes from our destination. Please put your seats back to their upright positions and strap your seatbelts. Thank you for choosing American Airlines," the much-too-nice-to-have-stayed-up-five-hours-straight-captain said. The flight attendants came through the cabin holding out little trash bags. Leah through away her empty coffee can.
Before she knew it, she was in her Uncle Kris' car, on the way to their apartment.
"I want to thank you, again. You don't know how much this means to me," Leah said. She stroked her short hair—Sam had told her to cut it the first time she phased. Instead of having a professional do it, she had decided to do it herself. That way she could have it the way she wanted it. And she had to say, the results were satisfying. Her bangs were swept to the side, and sometimes would fall in her face. But she didn't mind. It helped hide her face when she was…
No. She had made a solemn pledge to herself that she would never do it again. She was sick and tired of it. And those pitied looks that the other La Push natives would give her just made it worse.
"Oh, it's okay, Leah," her Aunt Talia answered. "Kris and I are very happy to have you." I noticed that she glanced, smiling, at Uncle Kris as she said it. "Plus, Kailee and Ty are excited to have their cousin staying with them! They just love you!"
I managed to force a smile. Then I sat back in the seat of the car and sighed. I couldn't wait for the day when I could forgive and forget. I couldn't wait for my old self to come back. That sweet, pretty, and popular girl that I once was. But that girl was long gone. Far away.
Far, far away.
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