This is an AU Twilight story. It's just an idea I had and I just wrote the first chapter to get some tips. Please tell me if ou want me to continue! What if Rosalie was the human, and Bella was already a vampire and happily married to Edward? What if Emmett was the single one? What if…?
Who would seriously want to live in Forks anyway? I mean, someone like me should be in Hollywood. And this place just screams "Holly-wouldn't." But my mother remarried and now she's traveling, so I, Rosalie Hale, am being sent to Washington to live with my father, against my will. Here in Phoenix, my life is perfect. I am eighteen, gorgeous and blonde, and of course everyone loves me. I doubt anyone in Forks has ever seen anything like me.
"Rose, I'll miss you! I am sorry… But we'll be traveling and you can't be here alone," My mom said, wiping her eyes. We were at the Phoenix airport, waiting for the plane that would take me to my own personal hell on earth for some quality time with my father, who still lived in the house him and my mother had lived in when they were married. "Whatever," I sneered, swishing past her in a huff. She's wrecking my life, and all she can say is "I'm sorry?" Ugh.
I hate flying, there's no space and it's a waste of time. On the upside, everyone I pass gapes at me in awe. I know I'm shallow, but I don'tcare. My world was perfect. I was the sun; everything and everything else was in orbit around me. I had a nice house, a great car, and amazing clothes. My friends would sigh in envy as they stroked my silky blonde hair. Everywhere I go I get countless wolf whistles. I am Phoenix's It-girl. Everything was perfect, but I didn't expect anything else…
I awoke with a start when the plane bounced down the runway. I shook out my hair, inhaling the faint smell of shampoo. Sighing, I slid off the seat and made my way toward the exit.
"Rosy!" Charlie exclaimed, running toward me, arms wide for a hug. "Dad," I said coolly, brushing past him. "No hugs in public. And don't touch the hair. My car arrives tomorrow, and my bags are waiting. Let's go."
Charlie stood agape. I knew I was being awful, but I couldn't help it. My entire world had been… terminated. "O…kay, then. Let's get your bags. Rosalie, I really am happy to see you. You are so beautiful, Rose. I'm glad I'm going to get to know you," Charlie babbled. I chuckled to myself. I intimidated him, as I did most people. Standing at 5'9, I was 6 feet even today in my heels. Exactly one inch taller than him. "Let's get this over with," I sighed, sauntering towards baggage claim.
Let me know what you think! Criticism welcome. This is just an idea; I will only continue if you want me to! R&R