I will type it as she says it, when she is speaking English she will have some pronounciation problems, that may not make sense now, but read on and it will
Sam Uley's P.O.V
My mom died fourteen years ago. Only recently did I find a journal that took place a month after my father's death, a year before her's. She was pregnant with my fathers child, it wasn't me, it was a baby girl. I very vaguely remember a time that she was pregnant. I was seven then. Mom had come home and said that the baby was too small and died. I had grown my life thinking this. This journal the I found, however, says very different.
March Seventeenth 1996
I came home today, without the baby. I couldn't support me, Sam, and a baby, not by myself at least, and Joshua dies a month ago. I asked that she keep her last name, only in case Sam ever finds this and wants to go looking for her. I told the hospital to send her to St.Clerance's Orphanage, in France. She would never be adopted, they assured me of that. I had to tell pour Sammy that his baby sister died. The sadness on his face just killed me. I wish that it didn't have to be this way, but what's done is done. I still mourn over Joshua. If he had still been here, I would not have to give that poor baby alone, and Sam could have his little sister, just like he wanted.
I read it out loud to the boys and Emily. Emily had already heard it, but wanted to hear again. She could tell that my mother really was sorry. "I looked up the orphange and she is still there. They have pictures of her, and a video, them asking questions, her answering. It was all in French, but they had a translation under it. She's fifteen, her name's Channelle. She speaks most English, but struggles with some of it. She does not understand slang terms such as, "hot and gay" Emily and I have spoken about her, and to the lady that runs the orphanage, we are adopting her. All I have to do is sign a paper, and get her. I have a flight to catch in two hours, and I will be back in two days." I told the guys. "Do we still have to do your patrol?" Jacob asked, obviously hoping I would say no. "The guys do. You are coming with me. I have spoken to your dad already. He agreed. We need to see how well the boys work with no alpha to tell them what to do. We wont always be around, and they need to know that. By the way, my mom sent a letter with her for when she gets older, apperantly, she knew we would phase and told Channelle, so she knows about us being wolves." I informed. "Sweet!" Jared shouted. "Jake, we'd better go." I said. We got in the car, and left for the airport.
~Orphanage~
Sam's P.O.V.
St.Clerances was a clean place. I brought Jake with me and signed the papers. Ms.Hartly led us to Channelle. On the way, we passed many girls who looked like they knew who we were. She took us to a girl with long, black hair. She looked like mom. "Chanelle, c'est Sam, votre frère. Il est venu pour vous" Ms. Hartly said. "Channelle is Sam, your brother. He came for you" It translated to. Channelle nodded and Ms.Hartly left us to talk. "Bonjour Sam." She said. "Hi. Do you have all of your things?" I asked her. She nodded and pointed at two small bags. Did she not own anything else? "Are you allergic to anything? Only wondering." I asked. She looked confused and the translator stepped in, "Il veut savoir si vous êtes allergique à quelque chose" Which I guess meant," He wants to know if you're allergic to something" "Oh. Silly me. Oui. I am allergique to bananas. Sort of. I can eat banana bread, and muffins, and things like that, but nothing containing bananas as the main ingredient." She told me. "Oh. You do know most English, right? I don't have to learn French just to talk to you, do I?" I asked her. She laughed a bit, "No you don't. I know most English, but I 'ave some problems with pronouncing sings ze ways of a proper American." She said, with a French accent. "We should probabally get going, we have a flight to catch. Jake, get her bags." I told Jake. He grabbed them with ease and she said, "I can get zoes, zey are mine, after all." I shook my head, "Jake has it" I said. Jake had imprinted on her. I could tell. I was going to kill that boy.
~Back at Sam's house after the plane and everything~
Third Person's P.O.V.
Sam led Channelle through the door to their house. The living room was full of the pack. She knew of them being wolves, and knew who they were instantly. Channelle was pulled into a tight hug by Emily almost as soon as she stepped in through the door. "Hi Channelle! I am Emily, Sam's fiance." She told Channelle. " Bonjour Emily." Channelle replied. Sam pointed her to where her room was and she nodded. "You speak English right?" Jared asked her. "Most of it." She replied. "Oh. Alright. Well I am Jared." He said. "Bonjour Jared. I am Channelle." She said to him. "I know. What other pretty French girl would be standing in Sam's living room?" He said. "Just thought to introduce myself." She said under her breath. "Channelle, I really hope you feel welcome here. I always have some sort of cookie of muffin out, so feel free." Emily told her. Channelle smiled at her. "So, you have a bathroom in your room, there is a bed and dresser in there. Do you have a phone?" Sam asked. "No. I used to, but not anymore." Channelle replied. Channelle like it, she really did. She like actually having family, but she couldn't help but feel out of place. She feared that maybe because of her pronunciation issues, they wouldn't understand her. "Do you go to school?" A boy asked, more specifically, Paul, but she didn;t know that. "I was home schooled. All of us at ze orphanage were. Orphans tend to get made fun of quite a bit, so ze director of St.Clerances decided zat we all just be home schooled." Channelle replied. "Oh. I'm Paul by the way." He said to her. "Channelle." She replied. She started to get uncomfortable standing there like an idiot. Jake could tell this, so he asked her, " Have you been around much of France?" "Sort of. I ave been to Paris. I have been to a few ozer cities besides zat, but not many." She replied. Jake nodded. Emily walked back into the room and said, "Dinner's ready." the boys all jumped up and ran into the kitchen, Channelle stayed, however. "Are you hungry dear? I made plenty. the boys eat like crazy, them being wolves that is." Emily said."Umm, no. I am not very hungary. But sank you any vays." Channelle replied. The pack, having super hearing, heard her. Emily had her atleast come into the kitchen to get to know everyone. She followed Emily in and Collin asked her. "Are you like, anorexic of something? Is that how you are so skinny?" She didn't know what anorexic meant, and she had heard of the word skinny, but only ever used thin, so she had no clue what that meant eatheir. All she knew was that it had something to do with weight. She looked at her stomach, confused. "Ignore him. He is not so good with new people. I'm Quil, and that is Collin." Quil said. She smiled at him. "Are you sure you're not hungry Channelle? You haven't eaten much today." Sam said. "I am fine. I don't ave a very," She glanced at the boys who had huge piles of food on their plates, " big appetite." She finished. Emily was still cooking, unlike everyone else, who was shoveling food into their mouths.
"Do you need any help Emily?" She asked. "Oh no dear! I am fine, I keep up with these boys and their food habits every day Sweetie." Emily said. To Emily, Channelle seemed helpful, and she was, but at this moment, she was trying to keep herself busy so she didn't get caught up in the awkward tention. "So..." Sam said, trying to break the ice. "So..." All the other boys mimicked. They were all laughing at their jokes and such, but Channelle just stood there. They were obviously trying to get her to laugh, but they failed. "So you have a sense of humor?" Collin asked her rudely. " Of course I do. Everyone does. I just don't ave ze same one as you. I just don't find you very funny." Channelle said in reply to his rude remark. She felt rather out of place. She could tell that the tension in the room was because of her. That upset her. She didn't want to make anyone unhappy. "You okay?" Same asked her as she looked at the floor, taking back what she had just said. She looked up. "Of course." She replied. He smile. Emily finished cooking and quickly grabbed what she wanted. "So you've been in France your whole life?" Embry asked her. The boys had all introduced themselves by now. She nodded. Soon it was time for bed. She laied awake in her bed the whole night, feeling out of place, like she didn't belong. She hoped that would change.~~
You like it? There will be more soon. I like writing this one. I am pretty sure that if there is any French in there, it is translated. Tell me if you think I could do better and how. Tell me what you think. Umm, any questions, go ahead and ask me. I will not hesitate. I will admit, I do not speak french, I used google translate.
