Beautiful Things Aren't Picture Perfect

Chapter 13: Epilogue

Alana's POV

Back to school again. It's strange being back in the daily grind. What with vampires and werewolves running around, and not to mention the other drama I had been going through, you would think that high school would be some grand adventure.

Nope, still the same cliché bullshit like at every other school I went to. It's almost surreal.

It was even more surreal to think that I would be picked up by my boyfriend at the end of the day. Yep… I finally allowed Paul to date me. I will swear until the day I die that my feelings for him are some strange and unheard of after effect from whatever medication I was on. The boy's ego needs a little deflating since I finally said yes.

He constantly has this I'm-in-heaven look on his face and it's really annoying, makes me want to do something to whip off that ridiculously happy look on his face. Or maybe just kiss it off… The man is clean; I have the framed clean bill of health hanging in my bedroom, or Sam and Emily's guest room.

They're my newest foster parents… Apparently pack takes care of pack…

I don't really get it, I'm just happy to be in a place I won't be shipped away from.

That must be what that weird feeling in my chest is. Security, right? I haven't had a stable home since I was put in foster care and I honest to God believed Emily when she said she wouldn't send me away even if I burned the house down making brownies. She has learned very quickly that I am not a good cook.

But I am apparently good at doggie training, although the doggies are some very large Quileute boys with the manners of an outhouse rat.

You know what that one president that said "speak softly and carry a big stick." Well I'm packing a metal baseball bat, the wooden ones break over their hard heads. I don't know how softly I speak, but the boys have learned what a salad fork is since I've been in the house… and what a salad is.

The only person I never have to whack over the head with a bat is Paul, with his stupidly happy expression. He listens the best out of all of them, damned whipped fool. He does come in handy when the bat won't cut it though; it's like having my very own personal attack dog.

He's such a good boy.

It makes me sick to my stomach. That has to be what I feel when I look at him, right? That stupidly happy expression on his face that makes my stomach do twists.

It has to be sickness.

Or something.

It can't be what his idiotically handsome face screams each time he looks at me.

No way…

Nuh uh.

I am not in love with that idiot man whore.

End Chapter 13: Epilogue

Yes the not so great ending. I'm sorry. I have no inspiration to continue the story as it is now. So I decided to end it here while it was still doing good and not spiraling.

I do plan to rewrite the story and continue on. Yes people this is not the end, well it is for now. But I do plan a massive rewrite of the story. Not so massive as to cut out our favorite scenes, no those will still be the same. I plan to add a bit more plot that will able me to continue on with the story and actually have something to work with.

This story was my first attempt at a long written story and while I am happy with what I have done and the popularity of the story, it has left much to be desired for in terms of plot. I had some attempts to add plot with the vampire and some other less obvious plot bunnies that I dropped in lue of fluff chapters.

It's completely my fault, but I hope to rectify my mistake and turn this story into something more. I hope all of you will still be around to read the rewritten version, but I will understand if you are not.

To those who leave, it has been fun writing for you guys all these months and thank you for supporting this story despite it's obvious flaws. To those staying, thank you for sticking it out and seeing what I can make of this story. I really hope you enjoy the revisions as much if not more. Until the revisions my dear readers. See ya then and thank you.