Natalie:
"Natalie! There's someone at the door for you!" Joanne shouted up the stairs. I got up off my bed and went to my door mirror. I smiled at my reflection. Mid-length, blood red hair and silver eyes. I was the new envy of the most popular, most slutty girls at our school with my curvy but slender figure and Northern England accent. Compared to these annoying , preppy American girls who always wore their cheerleading uniforms or dressed all fancy, I wore jeans, hoodies, jumpers, checked shirts and other normal clothes I got when I lived in an English care home, which was only last week. Today was blue linen trousers and a black top that tied around the neck since it was so sunny outside. I opened my creaky door and ran down the first flight of stairs, passing one or two kids on the way. The second flight of stairs, I tripped slightly at the bottom of them and stood at the top of the third. Joanne and a man I'd never seen before were stood there. The man had slicked back, pale blond hair and golden eyes. He wore a long white doctor's coat and carried a black bag with him. He was beautifully pale but had purple sleepy bags under his eyes. His pearly teeth were shown as he smiled.
"Natalie, this is Dr Cullen. We sent for him to give you a check up, since the last doctor that you went to was English. I don't trust those English doctors." She scowled. I frowned.
"Well I don't trust your American Doctors. No offence Dr Cullen but I really am fine." I told him politely.
"Let's just make sure you're ok after your flight. Your records say you sometimes have problems after you've flown?" He asked. His voice was velvety and hypnotic. I reluctantly nodded and walked down the stairs slowly.
"Is there anywhere we can go?" Dr Cullen asked Joanne.
"My office. Nat knows where it is, don't you Nat?" She asked.
"Don't call me Nat." I growled as I walked to her office. Dr Cullen and I sat down as he got a file from his bag.
"When was the last time you flew before you moved here?" He asked with a smile.
"When I went on holiday with my parents, sister, grandparents, aunty and her boyfriend in February. Last time I saw them." I told him. I hated doctors but Dr Cullen seemed nice, like he really did care rather than was forced to care.
"And what did you feel like after that? Fine?"
"No the plane crashed. I felt a little dizzy this time round. Bit sick." I said. He checked my eyes and asked me a load of questions about my life in England.
"What did you want to do when your older?" He asked while he packed up.
"I was going to travel the world with my friends Emily and Rebecca. Obviously that won't happen now we don't live near enough to plan it." I said.
"How old are you?"
"Fourteen. Nearly Fifteen" He smiled at me.
"I like you. You're a funny little thing, you talk strange." I laughed at that.
"My sister never thought so. She was always the funny one in our family." I told him sadly.
"What happened to them?" He asked.
"They died in the crash. My other family couldn't take care of me so I went to a home in England until I got moved here, it wasn't safe for me there anymore, I lost all my friends after a while so I moved here." I shrugged.
"I'm sorry. No doubt you'll be seeing my sons and daughters around your new school. You're a freshman then? I'll tell the kids to keep a look out for you. My kids are adopted. Edward, Bella, Renesmee, Jacob, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper. They'll look out for you." He told me. Finally turning to me he said:
"I hope to see you again, just not in the hospital lets hope." He chuckled as we came out of the office.
"See you around Doctor Cullen," I told him good bye from the door as he walked to his sleek, black Mercedes. I closed the door and told Joanne Dr Cullen had left. She was looking at a file when I told her. The name of it read: N.I.M 11/5/2110. My file with my initials and my birthday on it. I walked up the stairs, tripping at the top of the third flight up and went to my room. I had written my name in big purple and black chunky marker across the door: Natalie Ingrid Mason.