Prologue

So, by order of the almighty alpha, who shall most likely be mentioned quite often, as he often does things to piss me off, I am going to write my feelings until I am no longer a "bitter harpy" since I cannot seem to express myself without breaking someone's nose. Who the hell does Jacob think he is anyway? Oh yea, he is the guy that I secretly hate to love but, we will get to that later. Yes its true, I am so messed up that I have fantasies about doing hot and uncontrollable things to a man that 1. Has the hots for a girl that is so completely idiotic that she can't seem to tie her shoes without bursting brain cells. I mean for the girls last name to be Swan, she ain't exactly graceful.

But there is a point to all this babbling that seems to be taking place in this dysfunctional diary that I call my own. The point is that before all of this, the heart break, the betrayal, the wolfing out, the loss of my father and future, and the whole genetic dead end thing, as you can see I'm jaded, I was happy. I was Paula Dean is my grandma and makes me fried Snickers every day, HAPPY! I was gifted and on my way off this reservation. I had Sam, I had a college scholarship to UW. I would teach Emily to bake, where do you think she got her recipes?, and if someone ever said anything rude or even so much as said the dreaded 4 letter words, I was covering my ears and screaming whichever song annoyed me most at the moment. Everything was….. perfect. Then, it all went to hell.

So, if I'm going to do this I'm going to do this my way. This is my story, told my way through the words that have taught me self-expression. This is the story of how I, Leah Michelle Clearwater, learned to curse. Sit back and enjoy.