-1Meeting the Mason's.
Hello, my name is Emily Alice Cullen.
I'm beautiful, graceful, I don't have a perfect boyfriend, but there is one thing I wish for, more than anything else. Parents, real ones.
People say I'm beautiful but I think it is a matter of opinion. I'm about as graceful as an alcoholic.
If you want some long essay on how much I love my parents and know them and understand entirely why they left me, then I can't help. All I know about my mom is her name, Isabella Marie Swan. The only bit of information I have on my dad is his surname is Cullen and I think he has a sister called Alice.
OK well my life is pretty dull, to me anyway. I live in a foster home called Twilight Hope. It doesn't have nuns or anything, but sometime I wish it did. It would give me true reason to hate it. Everyone is so crazy sometimes I can't stand it. My best friends Lauren and Sarah (A/N: don't hate me I know a lot of nice Laurens ) are always there. Sarah is completely crazy and Lauren is more relaxed but a tad obsessed with shopping.
I know that I will be extremely lucky to be adopted at 14, no-one normally does. Although I love the people here, I can't stand this place. I've been here for 6 years the other 8 I was at an amazing foster home that burnt down. I was the only person who managed to survive, so they decided to send me here.
I'm supposed to have some family come to see me today, but I don't see the point its not like they actually are going to adopt me. This is not my teenage hormones kicking in, I have to play dress up and act like someone I am not, just so they can criticise and leave me. I really wish it wasn't today I was planning on catching up on my sleep but with Lauren there no way that will happen.
I got up and tripped. Over what you may ask. Air, I answer, I'm the clumsiest person you've probably ever seen. I'm being repetitive now but I just woke up at 9:00. Wait 9:00 I have my meeting at 9:15! I grabbed some clothes and attempted to comb my hair, I left it after a while, I know I look like a mad woman but it'll do. I slipped on some heels because Lauren stole all my other shoes, which reminds me, I need to find the shoes she stole.
I stop at the top of the stairs. How she thinks I'm going to make it down stairs I don't know. I finally made it down at 9:14.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," I said
"It's fine hunny," said a motherly woman. She had long auburn hair that fell over her shoulders and curled at the ends. Her bright blue eyes were wide with either nerves or anticipation, I was not sure. She had a light pink shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans on. Even from the doorway, I could smell her perfume. It was making me feel light headed but it smelt so pleasant I did not mind.
"I'm Emily," I replied, politely sticking out my hand.
"It's nice to meet you," said the man. He had semi-long black hair and wore a rolling-stones t-shirt halfheartedly hidden by a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and stone wash jeans.As I shook his hand I could tell his wife had attempted to spray colone on him with little success.
"Lets go in my office and finish this," interrupted Mrs Bowman. She was the main leader of twilight hope.
When we arrived in Mrs Bowman's office she sat us down and offered us coffee, but I politely declined.
"Emily, I'm Richard Mason and this is my wife Saoirse Mason."
"Please tell us a little about your self," Saoirse said, sitting on the edge of her seat in anticipation of my answer.
"Well, my full name is Emily Alice Cullen," I went on to tell them about myself and my friends. I would have told them about my family but I choose not to as I always do.
They left about an hour later and said they would return tomorrow with their decision.
As I walked upstairs heels in hand, Lauren came from her room and asked how it went. We chatted for awhile and I told her they would return tomorrow with their decline and some unimportaint exscuse. For some strange reason I didn't want them to declline,I felt as if they were the family I was waiting for. I shook this thought from my head and told myself I didn't like them.