DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters that are twilight related just the OCs in the story. This is a rewrite of Twilight, There is no Bella, sorry.
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"Can anyone tell me what location in the continental United State receives the most precipitation?" The stick thin grad student that was the teacher's aid for Environmental Biology asked. Several blurs shot through the air and Robin rolled her eyes, it was a lame question not worth putting her glasses back on much less raise her hand for.
"The Olympic Peninsula." A girl with a baby stripper voice said. "Well…" The grad student started. Robin slipped her dark purple angular cut CK glasses on watching the world refocus around her. "Well if you had bothered to do the reading you would know that it is actually this area, you know like the one we live in. The OP mist most days of the year, we have frequent rain storms and ice storms giving us the most precipitation, because of the intensity and frequency. " she sighed.
"Very good, that is correct, someone did the pre-lecture reading." He smiled at Robin as she adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her small nose, not really caring for his praises. "Well it is easy when you aren't blowing everything with a dick." she winked at the girl who went red with anger.
She stood and brushed her hand through the short hair on the back of her head. "Miss Gann…" the aid said looking at her with his mouth a gape. "Yeah, I know go to the office." She winked and pulled her North Face black book bag off the ground from beside her gray tartan Rocket Dog feet. She shuffled to the door pulling her shirt down where her bag had caused it to ride up reveling the little black rubber duck in the small of her back.
"Terrorizing Envio Bio this time Miss Gann?" the receptionist with long frizzy salt and pepper hair asked. "You know it Mrs. Lockheart." Robin winked at her grinning. It was a conversation Robin was very accustomed to having. She was ranked first in her class, and was a national merit scholar, a state ranked debater, an overall glowing high school transcript.
"You know, your academic record isn't going to protect you forever, you will have to start behaving at some point in your life." The old woman scolded. Robin simply smiled and crossed her long legs jiggling her foot. "Ah and I am sure I will be rad amounts of sorry when that day comes, but it isn't today." She shook her head. "It might be coming sooner then you think." The woman warned. "Your probably right." was all the tall brunette girl replied with.
A couple minutes passed in silence with Mrs. Lockheart typing away on her computer while Robin traced invisible patterns on her jeans with the tip of her index finger. A soft voice cleared her throat and Robin's head snapped up almost in time with the old secretary. Six people stood inside the office looking perfect, like living Greek statues. "Oh goodness me, why didn't you say anything Robin, how long were you letting them stand there?" Mrs. Lockheart scolded. "I didn't hear them either." Robin said raising her brow.
"Oh we just arrived, we spoke on the telephone earlier. I am Esme Cullen, I am here to enroll my five children." The woman said softly. Robin looked at her, brown eyes that were so light they were almost a golden topaz and caramel hair framing her heart shaped face. She looked like a mom only a young hot mom, a total milf as the guys called it. Robin heard a chuckle and looked past the woman.
"These are your children…" Mrs. Lockheart asked putting a voice to Robin's thought. She didn't look old enough to be the mother of a ten year old much less the five beings standing behind her, nor did they look related. "Yes, Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice. The doctor and I adopted them." the woman smiled. "Oh, well here is the paper work, everything seems in order from the fax we received, it looks like all that is needed is a signature." the secretary said handing over a large stack of papers.
Robin watched fascinated as the woman began to sign the papers, the muscles in her forearm appeared to barely be moving and flexing as she wrote. It was strange almost not possible. "I love your glasses." a twinkling voice rang out cutting through Robin's thoughts. She blinked and it took her a second to realize that the petit girl with black pixie hair had been speaking to her. "Oh yeah, thanks." she shrugged and turned her attention back to their mother. "The purple really brings out the blue flecks in your eyes." she went on. Robin looked at the group of five, they were standing a good ten feet away from her, she shouldn't be able to see any of the flecks of color in Robin's stormy gray eyes. "Good call." she said standing up pulling down on her plain black boys tank top to cover her tattoo.
"Actually that is a really great outfit, plain but sort of classic meets punk chic." the tall leggy blond commented. Robin looked at her gray plad print shoes, up her own long legs at her naturally distressed jeans and then at the girls again. "It's just jeans and a beater." she shrugged. "Well still you look great. It is really chic with an I don't care sort of attitude about it, must take you forever to get that bed head look perfect." The shorter girl smiled. "Not really, shower and run a palm full of mousse and go, it is pretty easy with curly hair." Robin shrugged and turned her attention back to the mother still signing away.
Out of the corner of her blurry vision she thought she saw the golden haired lean boy elbow one of the girls. "Your hair is naturally that curly and you keep it in a stacked bob at your face, that is really brave." "Not a lot of girls could pull it off." The blonde girl started and was finished by the shorter girl. "Thanks, glad to know Barbie fashionista and Scene fashionista give my looks the thumbs up approval." Robin said sarcastically. "Robin!" Mrs. Lockheart exclaimed. "What? Just because they are new doesn't mean they are immune to my special brand of hostile indifference." She shrugged, everyone was treated the same no matter how good looking and new they were.
"Well you should attempt…." Mrs. Lockheart began as Esme finished with the stack of paper. Suddenly there was a sense of ease that filled her and Robin bit the inside of her cheek to fight off the emotion that didn't make sense. "Well it doesn't matter does it, whatever they were trying to distract me from noticing has passed. No harm no foul." she shrugged. Mrs. Lockheart opened her mouth the apples of her cheeks red. "You have to excuse Robin her par…"
Robin's vision went blurry with anger and she sort of tuned out the words of the secretary. How dare she open her fucking mouth about something so personal. "No, you don't need to excuse me. I am a big girl, and I'll excuse myself if I damn well feel like it." She turned to face Mrs. Lockheart and pointed her index finger at her. "And you, don't you ever presume that it's ok to tell people my parents are dead and that somehow explains my shitty attitude." She pulled a purple ball point pen out of her pocket and signed the clip board to check out.
She pushed passed Esme and wormed her way through the five other bodies trying to be not touch any of them, but failing to do so with the mountain of a boy. She slammed the door open to the front of the school stalking out. She looked in the parking lot for her old racing green Aston Martin, her father's pride and joy. Next to it was a silver Volvo station wagon.
Careful not to ding the only other nice car in the lot she slid into her car carefully, throwing her bag in the passenger seat. She slid her glasses up her forehead and rubbed her kohl rimmed eyes that were already smearing as a result of the tears building in her eyes. Her fingertips came back black and a glimpse of her blurry reflection in the mirror confirmed she had raccoon eyes.
While tearing up was characteristic for her the streams of black tears that were falling was not. Typically she reserved her crying behind the locked doors of her huge empty house. It was as if something was pushing her for that big cry. On the inside of her eyelids she could see word for word the articles that had covered her parents mugging and murder, the legal documents she still received daily about this or that.
She pressed her cheek against the cool glass trying to use the sensation to physically calm herself down. Her eyes snapped open as someone tapped the glass beside her closed eyes. She lets her glasses slip down her forehead and into place over here eyes letting the six figures come into focus. Of course, the new kids and their mother, Esme.
Robin took a deep breath and rolled the window down. "Can I help you?" she asked her voice smooth and even, the best she could get to her normal sound after sobbing. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright." She said softly. Well at least she hadn't said something insulting and idiotic like 'You seem upset.' "Just allergies, that is why I am rocking the glasses today." she replied evenly sounding devoid even to her own ears. "Of course dear, if you would like we could follow you home to make sure those allergies don't drive you off the road in all this wet." Esme smiled.
Robin shook her head and took a deep breath. The last thing she needed was the new model perfect kids at her school thinking she couldn't handle herself, after her little scene in the office taking up on the offer would only cement it. "No, I am fine. Thanks anyway." She forced a smile. "Well if your sure." Esme said her voice making it seem like she would be more comfortable if Robin merely said yes. Robin's eyes darted to the gaggle of teen perfection that stood behind her. "I'm sure." She said turning her car on and rolling up the window.
She waited for them to file into their car and for her windows to de-fog before pulling out. She drove slowly through the main street that turned into a country highway just as the small town ended that would carry her most of the way home. She saw that the cop was at the Quick Trip and sped up. She checked her rear view mirror once to see if he had finished his trip, the token police officer was missing but the silver Volvo was keeping pace behind her. She bit the inside of her cheek annoyed, she didn't need an escort home.
She shifted and started to drive faster now going high enough over the speed limit that she would be spending the night in jail if she was pulled over. Yet the silver car was still behind her. Just calm down it is a main road, she told herself. She turned her radio on to listen to alternative station they got from the big town an hour away.
She slowed considerable as she turned off the old highway to an even older highway that her old graveled road shoot into. The Volvo took the turn faster then she had and it sort of annoyed her, now they really were following her. She considered break checking them but it would break a piece of her heart if her father's car was rear ended.
She just turned on her gravel road and doubted they would follow. The road looped around connecting a couple miles up the road only her own house and one other unoccupied house sat one the road acres apart. Her parents had bought the house because of it's seclusion far away from their fast paced world.
"Mother fucker!" she exclaimed seeing the Volvo drive through the narrow parting of trees that lined the road. She pressed on the gas pedal to kick her car into more then a crawl and started down the road. She bypassed her own gravel driveway, for some reason she didn't want them to see her lonely big house. It was to sad. Instead she drove forward and pulled into the long drive way of the other house that was clearly unoccupied if they bothered to look and eventually they would get tired of waiting for her to get out or pull away right?
The car pulled in behind her and after a few seconds honked. Robin growled and turned her engine off and got out of the car. The Volvo was put in park and the window rolled down. Robin stamped to the window and leaned down to look into the face of the lean boy who looked like his hair was spun gold. "I appreciate you following me home and all but if you could kindly vacate my drive way that would be cool." She said her tone snarky. "You live here?" he asked.
"Yeah, I do. I know it looks desolate, but it is just me…" She turned to point at the house and her mouth fell open. The sign in the yard had already been removed, and it looked like people were living there. "Really you live here?" he asked his brow cocked. "That is what I said." she shrugged. Knowing her luck he knew she was lying or even worse they lived there. He just grinned at her lopsided. "Look I live really close, and I didn't want you to follow me home so I came here ok?" she asked annoyance slipping into her voice.
She rolled her eyes as the two other boys, the one the size of a mountain and he wiry built brother chuckling. "So sue me I didn't want Paul Bunion and the Golly Giant back there to know where I lived." Robin pot shot at them. "So my sisters are a scenester and Barbie, and my brothers are mythical giants, any glaring stereotype you want to throw at me?" he asked calm despite the harshness of his words. "Edward!" Esme said a little shocked. "Look your right, it isn't fair of me to say those things, if you want to just leave so I can go to my real house that would be rocking." she said motioning with her hands. "Ok." He shrugged and put the car in reverse.
As he rolled back out of the drive way she climbed into her own car and turned it on. She waited until she had enough room to roll back and then put her car in drive and pulled forward. To her complete and utter horror instead of driving off the Volvo pulled back into the driveway and further up the drive. "Perfecto." She sighed and shook her head making the short drive to her own house.
She pulled into the drive way and opened the garage and parked the car closing the big door behind her. Her mother's pull me over red lotus that screamed tacky sat there a film of dust on it. No matter how tacky the car was she would rather chop off her own hand before selling either car. They represented her parents' dream cars something they had wanted and then achieved. So she had sold her little Jetta because she didn't need three cars, but couldn't even begin to part with the car she would never drive.
She grabbed her bag and hauled it inside slinging it down just inside the door to the house. She looked at the clock, it was barely past noon, she was home hours before she was accustomed to being there. She had just enough time to grab a glass of orange juice before she was bum rushed.
She carefully set the glass down before bending to rub the heads of the two shar pei dogs. One was a light yellow the other black, both incredibly loving and wrinkled. "That is my good girls." she cooed to the dogs. After petting them for a while she stood and groaned looking at the stack of papers she needed to sign to finalize the deed transfer to the house from her parents to herself.
Her father had been cool and collected, level headed and her mother had been the creative force behind their business ventures. When they had started traveling out of state and even country for work they had emancipated Robin so she would not be crippled by their frequent absences. Then after her last remaining grandparent had passed they had changed their wills and living wills to make her executor. Of course her father hadn't foreseen that the position would be filled so quickly.
Now with the help of her lawyer she was getting everything switched into her name. All things considered she was pretty well off, she had enough money to live more then comfortably and her trust and college fund were still in place. It wasn't enough though, though her parents were always gone she still missed them. Her phone didn't ring their ring tones any more. She didn't get funky post cards with sensible advise from them anymore. Robin Elaine Gann was completely alone in the world.
Jade started to jump around while Butternut barked at her and it snapped Robin back into reality. This was her life now, she just had to deal. "You girls want out?" she asked causing the dogs to start barking loudly. She grinned at them all be it a little sadly and opened the door to the back desk so they could run down the stairs to the fenced in back yard.
She grabbed her juice and the stack of papers and went downstairs to the finish basement. There were a row of red leather recliner chairs in front of a huge flat screen tv. On the left there was a home gym, the right there was a fully stocked bar. As a child her parents had sat there drinking cocktails while paying bills. It was a habit she had fallen into. She poured a little vodka into her juice and sat down to start signing the papers.
After that was done she stood and moved to the fax machine to send everything to the lawyer. She sighed and moved with her screwdriver to look out the door watching the dogs play in the backyard. She glanced at the home gym her father had used, like everything else what was hers she didn't use it was covered in dust. She refused to let the cleaner touch the things as if the grim would preserve the essence of the last time they had been used. She had to let the woman who cleaned go over her refusal to let the dust remain there any longer.
Her attention was turned to the back yard as the dogs stopped playing instead they started to whimper. She frowned and opened the door setting her glass down on the table that surrounded the hibachi grill they had never used. "Jade, Butter what is the matter?" She asked walking out into the yard. The dogs ran past her inside the house. She bit her lower lip her brows reaching almost into her hair.
"What's out here that spooks my girls?" she wondered out loud. She peered out into the tree line squinting looking for some sort of animal. She could feel it looming out there, but she couldn't see it. She went closer to the fence and stood on her tip toes. "I can feel out there some where." She whispered and rubbed her bare arms before turning. She felt a little strange her back to the woods and ran inside making sure to lock the door behind her.