A/N: Hey! This is kinda my first real story. The idea of a new addition to the family occurred to me after thinking about how Bree could have become a Cullen as well. Im not really sure where its going but I know i want to switch views from the Cullens to Estella back and forth until they finally meet :) Right now Victoria's newborns are wrecking havoc (how do you spell that? wreaking, wrecking, recking?hmmm)in Seattle, and Estella will eventually get caught in the middle...So please read and review with any comments and ideas. Thanks:)
Estella POV
The door slammed shut behind me.
"I'm home!" I called out.
Amy was already dressed in her scrubs, ready to go to work as nurse in Seattle. Her light brown hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she looked frazzled as usual.
"How was school?" she asked me nervously.
"Fine…glad its almost over…." I replied.
She smiled at me. I noticed she was genuinely trying to make a connection with me. I could tell by her eyes, or more like the hopefulness that filled them. Hopefulness, an awkward love, a worry she had for me.
"Well, I'm gonna be late, but there's left over spaghetti in the fridge if you're hungry, and I wont be home 'till morning, so be sure to lock the door, ok?"
"Ok, have a good night." She was paranoid about the killings going on lately...Ehh, it was a bit creepy I guess...
"Thanks, bye."
"Bye"
The door slammed shut.
Alone.
Again.
This was my life since my dad passed away 9 months ago.
9 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, and –
I mentally scolded myself.
That's not healthy.
Amy was my stepmother. She and my father had been married for almost 2 years before he died, and had been dating 3 years before that. So I got used to her being around. She was nice. She tried hard to make a connection with me. I tried just as hard to fake a connection. I think she was starting to buy it.
Not that Amy was the evil stepmom.
She wasn't.
She was nice.
But the only thing that kept us together was my father. And he was gone now. He died in a car crash. It was always raining in Seattle, and he was raised there, so he was used to the roads. Or so he thought. On a particularly bad storm he lost control of the car, slid around the road, eventually hitting a tree. He died immediately. When the hospital called I knew there was no chance he had survived.
I didn't need to ask the nurse on the phone.
I knew.
It seems like awhile ago but, its only been 9 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 13 hou-
Stop.
Force of habit I guess…
I looked around the apartment.
We had moved out of the little condo after Dad died.
Couldn't afford it.
Couldn't stand looking at it anymore.
So Amy and I moved:
Same school district.
New house.
Different life.
Now she was my sole caretaker. I knew she tried hard to support the both of us. I also knew that my father's income as a doctor had covered most- if not all- of the bills.
Now he was gone and the pressure was on Amy to make ends meet.
That made me feel a bit guilty. She didn't sign up for this.
"Well neither did I" I thought bitterly.
So after we moved I got a job at an ice cream shop down the block. Kids from school met up there a lot. I got to smile and occasionally laugh with them. It was nice. But the pay sucked. No way I'd have enough money to restart dance lessons. I had been an avid dancer before Dad died. After he was gone I stopped going... to grieve, adjust to my new life.
Never went back. Because I didn't want to.
Not because we couldn't afford it.
'Cause I didn't want to.
Or at least that's what I told myself…..
So with the money from work I'd buy clothes and school supplies and whatnot….
That took some of the burden off Amy.
So I guess we were more like roommates than mother and daughter.
It worked for us.
A/N:
So what'd ya think? Like it? Hate it? Please review and be honest! If you catch any grammatical and/or spelling errors please feel free to point them out to me, 'cause they really bother me...i feel like it kinda ruins the mood of the story...or if some facts dont add up...i havent read eclipse in awhile and i havent seen the movie (YET) so if i forget some important details/facts tell me...Also, if you have any ideas on how to convey the fact that she's thinking to herself, do share. I put her thoughts in italics 'cause it seemed like the best way, but if its confusing you tell me:)...IF i do continue the story, the next chapter would be the Cullens in Forks. So...hit the button and tell me what you think :) Thanks!
