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About me:

My name is Claire. Claire Marie Young. I live in La Push, Washington on the Quileute Reservation. I've lived here since I was two years old. My parents had died in a car accident and my cousin, Emily Young took me in and cared for me. I have two other cousins; Leah and Seth Clearwater. And only one aunt and uncle; Sue and Harry Clearwater. Here is how my story began.

It was my parents anniversary so, they dropped me off at my Aunt Sue's house and left to go out to dinner. On their way to the restraunt a car swerved into their lane, causing a head on collision. My parents had been killed instantly. When my aunt and uncle found out about thier death, they took me to Emily's house and begged her to take care of me since they couldn't.

Emily had agreed to take care of me until I was old enough to live on my own and take care of myself. The next day she went to the court house to get full custody of me. At first, I was hard to live with because it had beens days since I had seen my parents and I missed them a lot. Emily did her best to take care of me but I wasn't making it easy for her. I didn't like living with her because people were always coming to her house.

I loved the beach! Emily would take me there everyday just to cheer me up and see me happy. I would play in the sand and pick up different colored rocks, then throw them if I didn't like them. She would laugh and pick up rocks, asking me if this is the right color. Sometimes, I would throw them at her if she picked up the wrong color. When we would get home she would set me on the couch and hand me my rocks as she cooked for the pack.

As I grew older I tended to keep to myself. Most of my time was spent at the beach or in my room except for when the pack came over. I was fond of the pack because they were interesting and different. I wanted so much to be like them but when I talked to Emilt about it she said that I could never be like them because the werewolf genes didn't run in my blood.

I was a bit disappointed but I knew that it wasn't my diestiny to be a shapeshifter then why try. Even though I couldn't be one didn't stop me from wondering what it would be like. I wanted to know everything about what it was like to be a giant wolf. I asked Jacob and Quil the questions that I needed answers to. They were the only ones who understood me and why I wanted to be a shapeshifter. They didn't think I was weird or stupid for even wanting to be like them.