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posted by Sk8bordNewMoon
It's complicated, that's how Jacob would all ways start the story whenever I asked him why I was different. I looked nothing like the Black family, I didn't favor a single one of them. They all had dark hair and dark eyes while I was the complete opposite. White blond hair and blue eyes. I could barley blend in, my hair and eyes gave away but skin was just as tan as it could be.
I knew the story Jake was going to tell me, I asked about this a lot. But mainly at bedtime.
Every night right before kitanda I would ask Jacob Black "why am I different?" and every night he would tell me this " it's complicated and wewe are different because wewe are special". Of course I got him to tell me the whole story, I didn't want to forget about my real family.
The story goes something like this...
It was a summer of 2002, wewe has just turned 6, and wewe were wild has can be. It was really hot that day. (Jake all ways loved to stall never wanting to get the bad part.) wewe were over here playing with me and another friend around chakula cha jioni, karamu time. We had a lot of fun. All ways did.
It was getting late so wewe went home. It was just down the block I don't know why we never saw it that night. It was really late when it happened. The moto department alisema that the gas stove caused the moto but it wasn't for sure. Bye the time the moto department got there it was all most too late. They let two firefighters go in, they tried with all their might to save all of wewe and the while family. But the moto was too big. They managed to grab wewe and get it out. They cake running out of the house has it collapsed to the ground. Your mom, dad, and your older brother all perished in the fire. But I know that they still upendo wewe very much."
After the story Jake would onyesha me a picture that they had once kept on the moto place mantel. I was now allowed to keep it in my room since it was the last picture left of my family. It sat on my tiny nightstand kwa my bed. I looked at it every night before I went to bed.
I am 15 now, and those nights were Jake told that story were long gone. I would be in high school soon and I wasn't a little girl anymore, au I was to Billy. I have lived with the Blacks for as long as I can remember. I barley remember living at my house. When I was little, I would close my eyes tight as they could go; hoping that I could remember what my old house looked like.
I heard my door creak open and Jake popped his head in.
hujambo Lila, I'm thinking about cooking breakfast wewe want some? He asked.
Sure, wewe need help? I asked as I got up and stretched.
Nah, oh Dad is gone to go fishing with Charlie so he will be gone almost all day. He said.
Okay. I said.
I walked into the living room and there sat Quill and Embry.
hujambo Lila, I see wewe are finally up. Quill said.
What time is it? I asked confused.
Nine o'clock. Embry said.
Oh whatever. It's still early for me. I alisema as I rolled my eyes.
Lila, wewe want plain au blueberry pancakes? Jake yelled from the kitchen.
I don't know. Whatever wewe want. I said.
No wewe pick! He said.
I'll pick, go with plain. Quill said.
Okay, plain it is. Jake said.
What are wewe two doing here here so early anyways? I asked.
Don't worry about! Embry laughed.
I hated when he alisema that, it got in my nerves so bad. Embry does it a lot to annoy me and it works just about all the time.
Shut up! I said.
I got up and went to the jikoni meza, jedwali to sit down.
If wewe didn't get so annoyed kwa that he would stop. Jake smiled.
Yeah well, it's hard not to get annoyed kwa that. I said.
Come on, let's eat breakfast. He said.