"It's time to eat, try to leave the attitude in here." He said before storming to the kitchen.

I turned of the music and made my way into the kitchen. Once there, let me tell you it's a good thing that I'm not intimidated very easily, cause having 5 guys all almost 7 foot tall in a cramped kitchen is pretty intimidating. But I grew up with the worst, so a couple giants ain't going to scare me.

When I walked in they all turned to look at me. Emily started introductions.

"Guys, this is Darlene. Darlene, this is Jacob, Quil, Embry, Jared and Paul. You'll meet Seth, Leah, Collin, Brady and Jared's girlfriend Kim some other time."

"Whatever" I said as I sat down. They all had shocked looks on their faces. Sam kept on grumbling about juvenile delinquents. I chuckled and started eating. Have you ever seen a farmer feed pigs? No, well let me tell you, that's what it looked like at the table. All but one. I looked up at the one called, Paul.

"Do you have a staring problem? Cause if you don't stop, I guarantee, I can fix it for you." I told him.

Everyone froze and looked from me to Paul. Jared nudged him and he shook his head and got up and left. What the hell is his problem? This place is full of giant psychotic people. They all looked at me and stared. That's it.

"Look, I don't know what you people's problem is, but I'm done." I got up and walked to the door. I was just about to open it when I heard Sam.

"Where do you think your going? You have school tomorrow." He said.

I turned around to see him standing a couple feet away from me. I walked up to him so I was only about a foot away.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked him in a deathly calm voice. "You never knew I existed till a month ago. I have been taking care of myself since I was 5 that's 11 years, that I have been by myself. You act like you care, but you don't. I can see past your little 'I'm superior, bow down to me' mask. Guess what? You don't scare me, I've seen worse. Nothing you can say, or do to me can even compare to what I have been through. You got to grow up on your little reservation, with your family and friends. I got to grow up in the streets of New York, with a alcoholic father, and his drunk cronies. I learned to take care of myself and grow up pretty fast, when there are bullets flying through your window every night. So don't start with me." I was yelling at the end.