“Why don’t you go visit Jacob….” My mom said trying to get me out of the room. Emmett and Dad were fighting. Something about that I shouldn’t be around Jacob. So I didn’t even want to hear about it. Gladly I walked out of the room and cheered, “Goodbye, Mom.” I ran through the woods and eventually made it to La Push. After I knocked on The Blacks’ door I only had to wait for a minute until Jacob answered, a grin on his face and pulled me into a gentle hug. “Come on in, Nessie!” Jacob said and stepped out of the way. Walking into the house I gave a fake smile and said, “Hi.” Jacob’s grin faded. “What’s wrong?” He asked holding me in a hug. I touched him and showed him the pictures of Emmett and Dad fighting. I was slightly glad Jake’s dad wasn’t here right now, Jacob and I normally didn’t hug around him. “It’ll be ok.” He said softly pushing my hair out of my face. “I hope.” I mumbled and he gave me a small squeeze and let me go. We walked out of the house and sat on the swing that was under the roof of the porch. After sitting there talking for an hour we went back inside and Jacob pulled a Pop-Tart out from a small wooden cabinet. He gave it to me and I groaned. “Your trying to get me to eat human food too?” I asked disgustedly. “Sorry, Nessie, we don’t have your food here.” He said with a laugh. “Mom and Dad want me to be ‘normal’. And so I eat this human food. My question: How am I supposed to be ‘normal’ when I’m part vampire and part human?” I asked with a moan and took a bite into the Pop-Tart. It wasn’t that bad, but it was nothing compared to ‘vampire food’. “Sorry you don’t like it….” Jacob said with a sigh. “No, no. It’s delicious.” I hopefully said, trying to make him feel better. The thing was with Jacob, you cut him with a knife and he heals very quickly (Jake told me this story), but if you hurt his heart it takes forever to heal (Mom told me this story after some begging).

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“How was your visit with Jacob?” Mom asked me as soon as I walked in later that evening. “Um, good.” I replied wandering why she asked, she didn’t normally. “Are Dad and Uncle Emmett still fighting?” I asked biting my lower lip. “No.” I heard Dad call from the stairs, and he soon came down into the living room. Rosalie came down the stairs and declared, “One thing, everyone, we might need to leave some clothes here for the wolves, so when they come we won’t have to see them half-naked.” She said ‘wolves’ with disgust, and even though I loved my aunt, this made me mad sometimes. I sighed and thought, I like Jacob better half-naked. Dad looked at me and I blushed and looked out the window. Sometimes it was hard having a mind-reader for a Dad. Actually, a lot of times it was hard.