A/N: Welcome to my Twilight FanFic. Originally, I had not meant for this to be a fanfic (I wrote this a looooong time ago). But the more I wrote, the closer it sounded to Twilight. If I ever finish this story, it will get heavily edited, and there might possibly be a few cameos from the characters you know. Other than that, this story is mine, most (if not all) of the characters are mine, and...yeah.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, the world nor the Twilight characters written by Stephanie Meyer.
My name is Rhode Elemi. I am 17 years-old. This is about a period of time in my life when just about everything that I knew to be true, changed.
A Season called…
Change
Life, as we know it, is full of secrets. Governments keep secrets, people keep secrets, parents, friends, everyone has a secret. Secrets are kept because sometimes people can't handle the truth. My secret is something that people only guess at, dream about, read about in fiction novels, but they never think it could be true.
"Mum, why are you crying?" Rhode asked with a burning curiosity and a hint of worry.
"You have always been so observant, haven't you Rhode? Even when you were younger than now." Rhode's mother, Sarah Hawk, said as she stroked her daughter's hair and smoothed the worry line that had appeared on Rhode's forehead. "I am happy and sad that you are growing up so fast! I mean, you are already ten years-old. It seems like only a week ago we were celebrating your third birthday." She sat for a minute, lost in thought.
"There's no need to cry, Mum." Rhode said, repeating the words that Sarah had used to comfort her daughter so many times before. Sarah looked at her daughter; Rhode looked at her mother. Rhode looked like a mother. Sarah felt as if she and Rhode had switched places, as if Rhode had been the mother all along. It was almost as if she knew…
"Anyways," Sarah said quickly wiping away the tears. "Today is a happy day, right?"
"Yes Mum!" Rhode said, a wide grin spreading across her face.
She may be super-observant, but she is still a ten-year-old girl, Sarah thought. My ten-year-old girl.
"Mum? What kind of cake is it this year?" Rhode asked, staring at the dish covered by a towel on the counter.
"Hmm, what is your favorite this year?"
"Chocolate-Vanilla Ice Cream-Cake with those yummy cherries that they give you at restaurants." she answered almost immediately. Sarah blinked. How did Rhode know? Was it a coincidence? Sarah thought. It has to be a coincidence.
"Well it's your lucky day!" Sarah said happily. Rhode's face lit up.
"Thanks Mum!"
Later that night, after the celebrating and after Rhode went to bed, a visitor came to see Sarah.
"No! You can't take her. I won't let you!" Sarah almost yelled.
"We had a deal." A man's voice said calmly.
"I don't care if we had a deal! I'm calling it off." She announced, folding her arms across her chest.
"You can't call off the deal, Sarah." The man said. "We agreed that you would have her for ten years and I the rest, 'till she moves out, anyways."
"I can't let you take her though!" She almost started crying.
"Why? What is she to you?" This, the man asked, in a way that made Sarah stop and think. She then stepped up to him, so close that she was inches from his face.
"She is my daughter. She is my caretaker, my guardian, my angel. If you take her away, who is going to take care of me?" She half-whispered. It was meant to be a rhetorical question but he replied, "May the Lord be with you Sarah." Then he kissed her gently on the forehead.
"John, you can't do this." Sarah whispered, tears dropping from her jaw.
"A deal is a deal. I'm sorry. Now, please, go pack her things before I have to do it myself. I'll get the car ready." He said over his shoulder as he walked out the door.