Who: Rachel (Can be a narrative, or Open if Quil or Leah want to join)
What: Rachel eventually finding out that Leah isn't going to be the only girl anymore.
Where: Starts in the Black House, moves to the back yard
When: July 7th, just after sunset
Her father hadn't let her go to the doctor. Even though she was burning up, and her stomach was bothering her, he wasn't letting her go just to be safe. Vampires were up the road, that was his reasoning. She would have argued, but she really didn't feel like it. She had no idea how to describe how she felt, and she didn't understand the look that had been in Billy's eyes when he had checked her temperature. It had seemed almost like pity, she really didn't know. It wasn't that she felt over sick, she felt...odd. Rachel had been though fevers before, and this was nothing like a fever. But it didn't occur to her what was going on. She had no idea, and it seemed Billy wasn't talking either.
As if her day could get any worse. First Jacob went and ran off, and she seemed to be the only one panicking about this. Everyone else was just going on about what Sam wanted. Sam could kiss her ass, for all she cared. He had been a nice guy, she went to school with him. But brushing off her brother running away, and saying it would be OK annoyed her just a bit too much.
Shortly after sunset she was still feeling gross. Or 'wrong.' Something just wasn't
right. Maybe she was just over tired? Though she doubted it, Rachel had been getting all the sleep she needed and then some. "I'm going to go outside for a bit, get some air." she told Billy, while pushing herself up off the couch. She made her way to the door, walking out before Billy had time to answer. She didn't even notice the cool night air, she probably would have been cold any other night, but it felt comfortable, not too cold at all.
She wondered to the backyard, stopping a good distance from the woods- they still made her nervous knowing what could be in there- and dropped to the ground. She positioned herself on her back, knees bent, and found herself staring at the darkened sky. What the hell was wrong with her? She didn't feel like she had a fever, but skin said otherwise. Where had she caught a bug from? It wasn't like any of the people she had been around lately ever got sick. She warm, too warm, like Jacob warm.
Rolling onto her stomach she propped herself up on her elbows, looking at her hands. Now that was just insane. Maybe her fever was making her delusional. Her eyes narrowed slightly, looking at her hands. She felt a wave of panic wash through her. She had to be jumping to conclusions, because no, she wasn't like them, she wasn't here when it all started. Her eyes went wide as the hands in front of her seemed to blur.