Post by Nessa on Sept 15, 2012 17:37:01 GMT -5
-she sat in her room in her tree house that she had gotten from her aunt Rose, a colored pencil between her tiny little fingers, tongue between her teeth and a determined look on her face. What was she doing? Drawing a picture for her Jake. Her little fingers moved faster and faster as she colored in the brown of his coat when he was in his wolf form.-
My Jacob.
-she grinned, then sat back and looked at the picture. She couldn't quite figure out why she was so special, why everyone seemed to be so protective over her. Especially her Jacob. She had overheard her Mama say something about him imprinting on her, but she didn't know what that meant. She'd have to ask one day soon.-
-her stomach rumbled; it was time to eat. She sighed and stood, putting away her little journal in the secret 'hidey hole' in the wooden floor of the tree house.-
My Jacob.
-she grinned, then sat back and looked at the picture. She couldn't quite figure out why she was so special, why everyone seemed to be so protective over her. Especially her Jacob. She had overheard her Mama say something about him imprinting on her, but she didn't know what that meant. She'd have to ask one day soon.-
-her stomach rumbled; it was time to eat. She sighed and stood, putting away her little journal in the secret 'hidey hole' in the wooden floor of the tree house.-
