Author's Note: This is a story written by my best friend, Brie. She gave me permission to publish her story on my account. She gets all of the credit though. She did all of the work, I just edited some mistakes in a few places. This is her story, not mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Stephenie Meyer's characters, or any other famous author's characters or ideas.
Chapter One: Rose Point of View
The day started just like any other day. My momma came and woke me up for school, 6:30 sharp. I moaned and covered my face with my hands and glumly climbed out of bed. The smell of roasted tomatoes and prosciutto along with coffee made me move faster. (Those were my favorite foods.) The cold marble on my feet made also made me move faster to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. I showered quickly, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair into a pony tail, and pulled on my school uniform of a black and red plaid skirt, red lace shirt, and black penny loafers - VERY old school! I hated going to a private school, but my mom said that public schools were crowded with dirty people and wouldn't allow me to socialize with them.
Anyways, I skipped down into the kitchen just as my momma put my food down at my place at the table and Lilly and Daisy, my twin blonde-headed blue eyed little sisters, sat down at their seats. My mom had an obsession with flowers, all she wore was some flowing flowery garment and the whole house was covered with flower décor and vases full of them. She was so obsessed she named my sisters and me after them! (My name is Rose.)
My lilac eyes nearly bulged out of my head as Petunia, my mom's dumb cat, jumped onto the counter and knocked down my mom's prized possession, her solid gold diamond-studded flower vase, at the moment filled with yellow roses. It crashed to the floor and my mom screamed in so much furry the neighbors probably heard.
"Get that god-forsaken cat out of the damn house this instant, Rose!" I jumped to it and picked her up, now staring down at the floor with a stupid look on her face as if to say 'Did I do something?'. I quickly dropped her out onto the patio that over looked part of my family's grape vineyard and returned to my seat, just as my mom picked up the vase-thankfully not harmed, and sat it back on the counter. I quickly ate my breakfast and soon I had to make the five-mile walk to school - JOY!
I got my school bag and lunch (homemade rotini pasta with a wedge of parmesan and a thermos of our very own red wine) and stepped outside. The crisp morning air was warm and the sunlight was bright, making me wish that I would have thought to have brought my sunglasses. About halfway to school, I began to get the feeling of being watched. People on the sidewalks of the city were rushing to get wherever they were going, none paying attention to a 13 year old girl walking to school. Yet, I couldn't stop the feeling from crawling up my spine, causing me to shiver.
Tomorrow was Saint Marcus Day, the day in which we, the people of the great city Volterra, celebrated the saint Marcus, who was supposed to have made all of the vampires in the city flee, never to come back. Preparations were already taking place, red banners were being hung everywhere and decorations were being put up all over the stone walls of the city. The stores were filling their windows with plastic vampire fangs, when I was a little girl I remember wearing the fangs as my poppa and I stood in the crowded streets to celebrate the day every year at St. Marcus Square. Everything was decorated in red, for some reason I didn't know. I stopped wearing the fangs when I was 11, though Lilly and Daisy did, as to be expected of five year olds but certainly not from a teenager.
The feeling of being watched remained as I walked onto the lawn of my school, just as the bell rang. I quickly hurried to class and just as I rounded the corner, I looked behind me and saw a boy-about my age, with dark brown hair to the bottom of his ears, wearing a black cloak with dark ruby-red eyes. I blinked a nano-second later and he was gone. I must be seeing things, I thought to myself as I sat down at my desk and the feeling returned - CREEPY!