DISCLAIMER! I do not own any of 'twilight' nor am I Stephenie Meyer. I think that Rose and Em are the sweetest couple ever (even though all they can think about is sex, cars, and more sex!), and I really believe that Emmett is much smarter than he is made out to be by most people. Have fun & happy reads!
Chapter 1: This Is Home
"I've got my memories, always inside of me but I can't go back."
- This Is Home, by Switchfoot
As the social worker's car pulled up to the big white Victorian-style mansion, Rosalie thought she might be having second thoughts. Was it really worth it to leave the life she knew, however unhappy, to start in Senior year, and with new people all around her? That and so many more questions crowded through her mind, clouding over her sky-blue eyes that were ringed with dark shadows. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the cool glass of the window for a few moments, then opened them again to look at the huge and daunting house. The door to the porch opened and out stepped Mr. and Mrs. Cullen.
The two were glued together and Rosalie felt a keen sense of longing and regret that she had never felt that way for someone else. She thought that she had once – but no, she wouldn't go there today. Definitely not today.
"Goodbye Rosalie Hale, I'll miss you." The social worker, Anne, was opening her door. "You've been a great person to know, I wish you all the best."
Anne pulled her into a hug and Rosalie embraced her awkwardly, holding her large purse in one hand.
"I'll miss you, too, Anne." Rosalie replied a bit late, and walked to the trunk that was popped open to get out her one medium suitcase, a Jansport with multi-colored polka-dots on a white background. It was light, with hardly any bulk to it for a start and very few clothes packed inside.
"Rosalie, you're finally here," Mrs. Cullen, Esme Cullen, called down from the end of the walk up to the house. "We've been waiting for so long, Alice will be wild with excitement, but that's just her. Don't worry about that, Jasper's got her well under control." Esme's tinkling laugh rang out, and Carlisle smiled. That smile could have won over many hearts, but his affections were firmly planted with Esme, his arm around her as the two walked the rest of the way down the walk to the oval driveway.
At the car, Carlisle picked up Rosalie's suitcase, releasing Esme who put her arm around Rosalie and hugged her shoulders.
"Thank you, Anne, you've been very kind to Rosalie and to us," Esme was thanking Anne as Rosalie stared at the house, so white and big on the expanse of green lawn, with trees lining the sides of the grass. "Thank you so much, good day."
The dismissal was kind and gentle, Anne waved and Rosalie waved back, then turned and put her own arm around Esme, allowing the other woman to lead her up to the house.