Rosalie:
Another day in the life of Rosalie Hale. Ugh, why can't my life ever be dull.
"Are you ready?" my dad's advisor, William asked, while making tomorrows to-do list.
I heard Russian talking over the loud speaker as I bit down on my manicured fingernail. The English translator began speaking seconds after the Russian president finished. I heard the door to the room we were in open and looked up to spot Emmett and Alice. Emmett was the Ambassador's son and Alice was the Speaker of the House's daughter.
"Come on Rosalie," my mother rushed, quickly adjusting my clothes, "they're about to introduce us!"
"Lets welcome the President, First Lady, and First Daughter of the United States of America!"
Feet get ready to start hurting! I walked onto the stage only a few feet from my dad, holding onto my mother's hand. We followed my father to the podium, where he shortly began speaking…
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you so much. Thank you very much. Thank you. Everybody please have a seat. Thank you. I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors." he announced, as I looked on in the front row of the crowd.
I saw Emmett take a seat in the front row and smile at me. I could tell he saw the anger I felt when standing center stage. I begged my father not to run for presidency, but sadly for me 'America loved him' as he would always say.
Ever since I was born my parents climbed up the ladder of success. First they were both lawyers, then my dad ran for mayor when I was around five. After being mayor, he became governor when I was seven. At age ten he became the senator of the state of New York. From there he became the president of the United States when I was 16, and since I'm 17 that makes this year his second year of term.
"Now, it's no secret that those of us here tonight have had our differences over the last two years. The debates have been contentious; we have fought fiercely for our beliefs. And that's a good thing!." my dad continued, as the audience clapped for support.
Why do I feel like if my dad ran his second term, he would win? I joined along as the clapping continued to increase. My mother clapped in amazement. She loved seeing my father reciting his speech, but sometimes I wonder who loves him more; his family or America. I know that sounds silly, but the United States really loves my father.
"What comes of this moment is up to us. What comes of this moment will be determined not by whether we can sit together tonight, but whether we can work together tomorrow." my dad declared, slamming his fist down onto the podium.
I saw Alice and Emmett joking around in the front row and wished I could join them. I felt my feet begin to ache as I stood in the same spot for what felt like over three hours. My dad continued his speech as I stared at Emmett. I noticed him pass a few glances at me, before feeling my arm being pulled. I looked up and saw the crowd clapping and my dad smiling at the watching citizens of Russia.
"Wave Rosalie." my mother whispered, waving her hand to the citizens.
"Claudia, how did I do?" my dad asked, loosening his tie in the limo.
"Liam you did wonderful! Didn't he Rosalie?" my mother asked, causing me to nod in agreement.
"Where's my laptop?" I wondered, looking around the back of the limo."It's back at home dear, but" my mom answered, grabbing my hand, "now we're going to bond as a family. We haven't really gotten a chance to bond since the election, so we're going to bond now."
I relaxed in my seat before turning on the T.V. Bonding with my parents always consisted of us and an electronic device. I flipped through the channels searching for some type of show that was in English.
"Stop! Go back!" my dad ordered, as I flipped back to the news.
My dad watched the Russian news completely interested in what they were talking about. As a child he learned over six languages, including Russian.
"Claudia, can you believe this? The Russian ambassador is being a complete imbecile!" my dad shouted, angrily, causing me to zone him out.
I saw the Air Force One ahead with all of its lights on. The media and journalists were surrounding the plane. I could not wait to get back to the United States. Russia is so cold and it's the middle of May.
The limo parked and the secret service men took a stand surrounding the limo. They helped my father out and surrounded him. My father grabbed mine and my mother's hand before pulling us out. I felt blinded by the flashing of the camera lights.
"Step back!" Demetri growled, pushing the journalists away.
I was the first up the plane steps with my parents directly behind me. I ran to the back office of my father and opened his laptop up. Since mines was at home, which is over 1,000 miles away I had to use my dad's.
I saw Jasper online and video called him. He was already on video chat with Emmett, Alice, Bella, and Edward, and I joined in.
"Glad to see you made it on the plane safe and sound." Emmett commented, winking at me.
"Yeah, but I'm nowhere near home and you guys know I can't sleep on planes!" I remarked, hearing my parents argue in the other room.
"We'll stay up with you!" Alice exclaimed, as everyone nodded in agreement.
We've been talking for hours about everything. I really wish Jasper came on this trip to Russia. He would have made it worth going, but ever since his dad and my dad won the election we haven't really much seen each other, only on occasions. My mom tried to explain to me that the president and vice president cannot travel together under any circumstances because if, god forbids, but my dad dies, the vice president is suppose to take over and if the vice president dies as well, there will be no one to lead the country.
'The Brother Duo' the slogan my dad and Jasper's dad went with. Liam and Logan Hale, twin brothers, with one common goal. Three years ago, during Friday dinner, my dad came to the conclusion he wanted to run for president and wanted my uncle Logan to run for vice president… You know, keeping it all in the family.
"Rosalie!" Alice, Bella, Edward, Emmett, and Jasper shouted, in unison.
I fluttered my eyes breaking out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I wondered, wiping the corners of my eyes.
"Are you alright?" Emmett asked, worriedly, as I nodded in assurance.
"Rosalie." my mother whispered, entering my dad's office."Hey Claudia!"
"Hey Aunt Claudia!"
"Hello." my mother greeted in return, "We'll be landing in a few minutes."
Thank the lord! I couldn't bear to be on this plane another hour. I'm still surprised at how fast this flight was. Usually it feels like days, but talking to my friends made it go by faster.
I felt the bump of the plane coming in contact with the ground. I smiled at my friends as I realized I was home…well, not yet exactly. I still don't see the White House as my home. I think I will always see New York as my first home.
"Mr. President!" Demetri shouted, before I heard a crash.
"What's going on?" Edward wondered, trying to look around my father's office through the webcam.
"I don't know." I whispered, clutching the laptop towards me.
"Rosalie, stay in here!" my mother ordered, stepping out of the room.
I heard more crashing, banging and shooting. I looked around my father's office and grabbed the ear phones to my ipod. I plugged them into the laptop so no one would hear them talking. I looked around and ran into the bathroom with the laptop gripped in my hands.
"No! Don't go in there!" my mother pleaded, as I heard my father screaming in pain.
"Felix!" my mother shouted, before the sound of a gun shot rang out.
I quickly covered my mouth trying to block out the sound of my uneven breathing. I saw each box on my laptop video chat empty. Where the hell did they go?
"Come back." I whispered, on the edge of breaking down into tears.
"Rosalie!" I heard Uncle Logan shout, bringing my attention back to the computer.
"Yes." I asked, hearing my voice crack.
"Where's your father?" he asked, anxiously, tapping his fingers along Jasper's desk.
"I don't know.!" I cried out, realizing I was loud, before covering my mouth.
I realized that everyone else got their fathers. I don't understand. Why'd they get their dads? There is nothing they could do. I heard the bathroom door burst open and as I looked up I felt arms grab me.
The ear phones were pulled out of the laptops as I heard them calling my name. I felt the men drag me into the main area of the plane. I saw my dad doing karate…or kung fu…or something. I don't know, but he was fighting good. I saw my mother on her hands and knees. Her mascara was running down her face and her blond hair was scattered around her head.
"Rosalie!" she screamed, trying to get over to me."Mom!" I shouted, struggling against the men's' grip.
"Leave her be! Please!" she begged, as one of the men threw a kick to her side.
I felt myself being dragged towards the door of the plane. I saw my dad staring at me as he tried to fight off the men. They came towards him in multiples.
"Stop! Bring her back! Rose! Rosalie!" he yelled, running towards me.
I noticed three more men take a stand in front of him, preventing him from getting to me.
"Where are you taking her!" I heard him shout as I felt the cold draft of spring's night.
"I will find you Rosalie! I promise! I'm going to find you, even if it's the last thing I do!"