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(edited 22.8.2016)

Bella's Journal Entry 1

How do these things go? Dear diary? No. I'm not writing this for me, I'm writing this in hopes that people will hear my story. So, I guess... Here goes.

Hello strange people reading my Journal (but seriously though, where did you find it?), my name is Isabella Marie Swan. Call me Wild Cat. The reason for the difference between my names is rather... special. You see, I'm a member of the X-Men, and seeing as I have long Adamantium claws, the strongest metal in the galaxy (I think, not too sure on that) that extend from in-between my knuckles, the team thought that it would be funny to give me that stupid nickname. Well that and my temper. You never know what side of me you're going to get. Needless to say, the name stuck.

No one can tell me why my claws are made of metal, it seems that they just are. One day, I woke up in the middle of the woods, with no memory of my past, and Professor X above me offering me a place to call home. I accepted. All I had on me were trousers and a button-up. In my pockets we found military papers (showing that I was enlisted), currency (not that much, apparently I didn't carry a lot of money), and dog tags with my name. If they are to be trusted, I am over 200 years old (look at me, I'm looking good for my age).

Now, I know what you are thinking, but I am not in anyway related to Logan or 'Wolverine'. Though, he and I are on 'friendly' terms to any outsiders. (Haha.) Anyway... He and I go throughout the country (for the professor of course) looking for mutants who are in need of protection from the rest of humanity (and we protect them, duh).

Tomorrow I am being reassigned to Forks, Washington, to watch over a strange family that never ages, and a group of boys that may be some kind of shape, shifting mutants (wouldn't be the strangest thing). Logan is going to New York, New York to try and find a lead on, well, anything (which means he's trying to find something bigger than what I'm working on, just to show off). This made me uneasy: bad things happen to Logan when he is by himself (like him getting captured by some one... just saying). But then again, bad things always happened to us. Oh well, guess it's time to go.

Until next time, Stranger that is reading my deep and personal thoughts.

~Wild Cat