I am not Stephenie Meyer and though I do own a few things, Twilight and these characters and not among them.

Chapter One

I was hunting alone. I was angry with my adoptive family. Edward was being impossible as usual, and Carlisle and Esme sided with him. I increased my pace thinking of the argument. It was earlier this morning. I was sitting on the sofa in my room, thinking back to my last human year. Just then Edward burst in, growling.

"Okay Rosalie, I am sick and tired by all of your self pity. You think the rest of us don't wish we were human once in a while? Then you're wrong. Disgustingly wrong. So get over it, move on, and focus on now. Be glad you exist."

His eyes bore into mine, on fire with anger. I was conflicted, on whether to be surprised or angry. Edward had never spoken with this much vengeance to me before. Sure, I knew he was not exactly fond of me, but I thought he had enough self control to not burst into a torrent of rage at every little thing I did wrong. Even though this was the case, anger won. I stood up and defensively lowered into a crouch. The furious snarl that escaped from my throat was unfamiliar to me, even though it was I who had emitted it. Just then Carlisle and Esme appeared in the doorway, obviously alarmed. Esme was concerned for both of us, while Carlisle was shocked. The innocence of their expressions made me lose a little bit of that rage and allowed me to straighten my position back into a normal posture. Edward did the same. My adoptive "parents" really were the picture of innocence. Esme, motherly and caring, and Carlisle, supportive and compassionate, you really could not bear to hurt them in any way.

"What's wrong?" Carlisle asked us in bewilderment.

I growled in response, "Edward does not believe I have reason to pity myself a small bit for what I have gone through."

Edward's gaze smoldered.

"I merely was expressing my opinions of her wallowing in self-pity all the time."

Esme looked at me with a shocking amount of amazement and sadness in her eyes.

"Do you really feel that unhappy Rose?"

I turned away and rested my gaze on the open window on the wall to the side of her. I could not bear to see the hurt expression in my "mother's" eyes. I sighed in tired defeat.

"Rose…" Carlisle began.

I didn't listen to the rest of what he said. I was already jumping through the open window and down to the ground beneath it. As soon as I hit the ground, I was running. I didn't know my destination, I only knew that it would be far away from here.

This is my first ever fanfiction.

Please R&R! (Construction critisism is very welcome, and if you don't like or you do, please say why!)

Thanks so much!

-Ember