Emily's Kitchen

[Emily Young]

I stood on the stool, with my head facing the cabinets, I opened one fiercely looking for some rice. The cabinet hit me in the face and sent me flailing backwards. I grasped the cabinet door for a good hold, and pulled myself up. I felt the scars on the side of my face swell up.

"Shoot." I scowled at the floor. I grasped the rice and all the other foods that were now laying on the floor, I put all but the rice back into the cabinet.

I thought about Sam, and how he had to leave with his pack. I cared for him so much, and I felt bad about how he had imprinted on me and not Leah, but I was thankful at the same time. I don't know where I would be without him. I felt a tear struggle down my face. I didn't bother wiping it, I knew another would be coming soon enough.

I turned the faucet to wash my hands, and Turned the burner on the stove on. i turned around swiftly to catch the pan that was tipping over. My arm suddenly got really hot, hotter than it's ever felt before even with Sam hugging, and holding me. The heat made it's way up my arms and up to my shoulder. I knew what it was.

I dropped to the floor swiftly, and rolled like they told us too in kindergarden. The fire went away but the tears came on. It hurt. Badly. Mixed with all of my emotions, it made a pool of tears. I decided to wipe of all the tears and wash my face.

Being smarter this time I turned off the burner, and left to the bathroom.

I did my thing, then exited the bathroom. My face was still swollen and my eyes bloodshot from the tears. come on Emily! You got to be stronger than this if you want to stay with sam! i thought. I pulled my self together, and continued cooking for the pack.

[Leah Clearwater]

I watched Emily working in her kitchen. I had hidden myself into a bush behind her window. She was looking something from the cabinets.
"How typical," I snorted to myself, "Cooking for all of them. Playing their mother," This view made me want to throw up. This perfect Emily...
Suddenly, the cabinet burst open and hit her hard in the face.
I burst out laughing "This is funny," I thought when she fell down to floor, "I hope she dies,"
"How stupid she is, unable to open a cabinet without getting hurt."
I wondered, what did Sam find in her. But then again, it's not like he had chosen this...
Gosh, I hated this imprinting thing. I hated being werewolf. This had messed up my life. And I wanted somebody to suffer for that. I wanted Emily to feel my pain.
It seemed that karma was against her. When she was catching a pan, the fire burnt him. It was the most amusing view I had ever seen. I was almost crying from laughter. She was too. Crying. "What a crybaby," I thought.
She disappeared in bathroom and I thought I should have gone home, she believed I was with the pact, but they didn't need me that day, and I didn't want her to see me. I turned around to leave, but before I could make a step I heard someone coughing behind me.

[Emily Young]

I thought i could hear snickering going on outside, but I let it go. I wasn't going to let the, "night crawlers," scare me. I finished cooking the meal, and set everything on the table to be devoured by the Pack.

I smiled to myself at another accomplished meal. I giggled at the thought of my silly, and pointless crying.

[Leah Clearwater]

I looked back, but there was nobody. "Weird," I thought, I could swear I had heard something.
I threw one last glance on Emily, who was now smiling by herself. "Disgusting view," I said and
decided to get going, after all, I didn't want her to discover me.