I know the first part is short but the next chapter is going to be long I promise. Let me know if I should continue okay?

DISCLAIMER: I ONLY OWN SANDY NO ONE ELSE!!

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The supernatural is all around us, even if we realize it or not. Today stories are not just stories, legends not just folklore, but so much more, a history. Legends about vampires and werewolves are not just myths anymore, but a history of how it all began. My history just happens to be a legend, or so that's what I've been told. The Quileute are Indians, my heritage to be exact. My uncle, Sam Uley, told me of these legends, ones that concern werewolves. It might all seem odd, but I love it, its magical and romantic-to me anyway. Uncle Sam doesn't think so, seeing as a wolf scratched half of Aunt Emily's face. Either way, I still find the storied fascinating.

"Sandy, how do you feel about living with your Uncle Sam?" My dad told me at the end of August.

"Seriously dad? You mean for the whole year?" My dad nodded, and my mom smiled.

"We both thought that you might enjoy living down there, seeing as you love the place so much anyway."

I jumped out of my chair and started to do a little happy dance, my parents started to laugh. I stopped, reality sinking in.

"But where am I going to stay? Do they have room for me?" Every time we went down to visit we would stay in a hotel in Forks. My mom smiled.

"They have an extra room, which they repaired just for you, hun." I started to do my happy dance once again. This year was going to be great, and I just had the feeling that things were going to change.