Hi everyone! As I'm sure you all know my name is Seth Clearwater. You can call me 'Seth the Amazing'- but uh, just plain Seth works too. Now, you may think that being a teenage werewolf is easy, but its actually quite stressful. Especially when you have a certain sister named Leah (aka, the entire reason I'm writing in this thing.)

It went something like this…

I was feeling a bit more angsty than usual the other day after Quil and Embry drank all our root beers. It should be noted that root beers are my FAAAAVORITEE drink, and they are never (I repeat never!) to be touched by anyone but me (and occasionally Leah, but only cuz if I don't let her have one sometimes she'll threaten to enforce mom's curfew that we've totally blown off up to this point).

So you can understand my woe upon opening the cabinet to find it utterly desolate of any carbonated beverages, let alone my sooper secret stash of root beers. Okay, maybe just sticking it behind me and Leah's bag of Folgers coffee wasn't exactly inconspicuous, but they need to learn to respect my stuff more. (R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me…uh, anyway).

Where was I? Don't you just hate it when you're on a roll, and then you just suddenly forget what you were going on about to begin with? But I guess I could just check back in the entry (that was some Seth wisdom right there). Hang on. Okay, got it.

Alright, so I was angsting in my room. As in, I was hanging upside-down over the edge of my bed waiting for all the blood to rush to my head (while wondering what would happen if all my blood really did pool in my brain. That would be cool unless I died. Then Leah would kill me for making her have to put up with Paul during the funeral without being able to punch him in the face when he got annoying. I don't blame her there; Jake's cousin- and Paul's imprint- Rachel is out of town this week so he's spending practically every minute over here since he and Jake have shredded each other's nerves already and Paul doesn't feel like going home).

And of course any good Seth angst session needs a little punk rock music. Yeah, I admit, usually I can't stand the screeching metal that sounds like a mob of angry cats and the singers who have the astonishing talent of making a listener believe that their eardrums have been horribly raped and murdered.

However, when I'm in a bad mood its not quite as horrible to listen to. Or maybe it is and I just don't notice.

During 'No Sympathy for the Dead' by Escape the Fate, which I was blasting at full volume, Leah burst into my room. She didn't knock, but whatever. I was in full out angst mode by then, so I couldn't care less. "Seth, turn it down." She said.

I cupped a hand by my ear as if I couldn't hear her over the music. She tried again, and then a third time. I had a really hard time not laughing, but somehow managed to pull it off (a rare feat considering how sometimes I can spend hours laughing about absolutely nothing and I've never even used drugs). Finally, she just unplugged my ancient boom box, took out the CD and snapped it in half with her bare hands!

Seriously can you believe her? It's my room, and she just barges in and breaks my stuff; well, technically it's her CD from her 'I-love-Sam-but-he-can't-stand-me-so-I'm-gonna-act-like-an-emo-girl' phase. I sorta stole it out of her room a couple months ago to play on days like this but that's beside the point.

"Leaaaaah!" What's that you say? I sound like a whiny child? Shut up.

"Seth! Get a hobby!"

So I did.

Take that Leah! Now I can rant and angst and act like I'm on something and there's nothing you can do about it!

Oh, but for the record, this is NOT by any means a diary. It is a journal. Do you hear me: jour-nal. Diaries are for girls and gay guys, which I is neither of. Having a diary simply isn't manly, and even though I suppose a journal might be pushing it this is a diary- er, a journal. Mmmkay? Sorry, I'm going through caffeine withdrawals here. It messes with your head ya know.

Speaking of which…

I'm gonna go hunt down Quil and Embry (which I will so tell you about later). They will pay for their soda stealing ways! With that said I should probably make up a little signature sign-out right? Let me think… okay, got one.

This is Seth Clearwater signing off.

No, that's stupid. (insert long, pause of Sethiness. Hehe, 'Sethiness,' lol. Did I seriously just say lol? That's when you know you've been spending way too much time around Alice Cullen.) Ooh ooh, here's one!

See ya later.

Not a chance. Talk about unoriginal. I might as well just sign my name for all the creativity that line has. I need something cooler. Google, here I come! Be back in a sec.

(3 hours later)

What? It took me a really long time to find the perfect one… and maybe it could be in the realm of possibility that I got sidetracked playing internet Tetris. Shut up. It's a very addicting game okay?

And now for my totally awesome sign-out. Ready?

May the force be with you,

Seth :D

P.S. I'm still working on it.

oOo

In case you were wondering, this takes place post Breaking Dawn but there's only one pack (Sam's). Jake is still there too, he's just not a pack leader any more.

And no, Seth will not imprint on anyone. I'm not into OC's so you'll be glad to know that this is an OC free zone! And if you're not glad, then there are plenty of SethXMary Sue fics out there that you can read if that's your thing.

I love Seth, I realy do. The great thing about Seth is that you get the best of both worlds with him (ugh, stupid song). Yes he's a wolf, but he can show up at the Cullen's and no one would care. So yeah, the Cullens will be involved in this as well.

I hope you enjoyed the first entry of Seth's diary. Please R&R!

Love,

earth warrior

P.S. If there are any suggestion for Seth's diary sign-out, that would be cool.