"Rosalie! Can you help me set up the decorations, please dear?" Vivian Hale called from the bottom of the stairs. Rosalie sighed. God, She thought. What's the big deal? They're only moving from Texas. She had been complaining non-stop for about a week, to whoever she could find. Her best friend, Vera, was getting sick of it.
"For God's sake, Rose! It's not like he's going to be LIVING with you." She had said, before shaking her head and talking to Haley. The reason she was complaining because her Cousin, Jasper Whitlock, was moving to Alaska. He was moving because of something that had happened to him, but Rosalie didn't know what, as her mom refused to tell her.
"That's not your business." She had replied when Rosalie had asked her.
Rosalie stomped down the stairs, and into the living room, where her mother was standing on a chair.
"All right, mom. What do you want me to do?" She asked, while fiddling with a stray lock of her hair. Her mother turned around quickly, nearly falling off her chair.
"Oh, dear. Could you please blow up those balloons? Thank you." Vivian replied, neatly stepping off her chair. Rosalie, looked round and groaned. "But mom! That'll take me forever!" She complained.
"Well, if you'd done it earlier, like I'd asked, then you'd be done by now and you could get back to doing your hair." Rosalie glared at her mother.
"My hair IS done." She said, through gritted teeth. Her mother looked startled.
"Oh. All right dear. But wouldn't it be...more classy to wear it up? In a nice bun?" She said, moving her chair over, so that she could put up another banner.
"Fine!" Rosalie yelled, flinging herself down on the sofa and picking up a balloon. I wish Dad was here. She thought. He'd tell me that my hair is lovely the way it is. Plus, he wouldn't make me blow all these balloons up.
What felt like a decade later, Rosalie was blowing up the last balloon. He cheeks hurt and she was out of breath.
"There." She gasped, handing her mother the balloon. "I'm done."
"Thank you dear. It's very thoughtful of you to help." Her mother smiled at her. "Now, go fix your hair." Rosalie forced a smile onto her face.
"Mom, who exactly is coming to this party?" She asked, dreading the answer she would get. Her mother didn't turn around to look at her as she answered.
"Hmm? Oh, well. There's going to be me, you, your Father, Michael and Benjamin, obviously. And there's not many guests. Just Jasper and Katherine, Grandma and Sue, from down the road." Rosalie sighed with relief.
"Oh," Her mother added as she left the room, " And your fathers boss."
Rosalie turned to her mother. "Will Royce be there?" She asked, crossing her fingers behind her back.
"Well, of course. Do you think we'd invite Mr King over and not invite his family? Don't be silly, dear." Vivian laughed, as she left the room. Rosalie was screaming inside. Royce King was the Son of rich Banker Stephen King, and he owned the biggest bank in Alaska. Rosalie's father, David, was an employee of Mr King, and the two where rather close. The Hales had been invited round for diner once or twice, and David always made sure to put Stephen and his family on the list of any event they hosted. Even if it was meant to be strictly family, which was what Vivian had told Rosalie, when she'd asked to bring her boyfriend. Royce also had a rather over the top crush on Rosalie. Every time he saw her, he'd attempt to flirt with her. Rosalie was not impressed by it.
"As if I'd want to date that posh loser, when I have the Quarter back from the football team?" Rose had asked Vera one day, after Royce had sent her a 'flirty' text. Another thing that annoyed Rose was her parents, (Her mother in particular) and how they acted when Royce was in the same room as her. This was why her mother wanted to her to put up her hair.
Rosalie stomped into the kitchen.
"Fine, mom. What's this party?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest, and leaning in the doorway. "Is it Casual, smart casual, smart, over the top fancy? What?"
"Well, dear, I'd go with smart casual." Vivian answered her daughter. "And when your dressed, could you go tell you brothers to get ready? Thank you." And with that, she left the kitchen to get ready for the evening.
Rosalie stomped up the stairs, fuming. She walked over to her vast wardrobe, and opened the left door. Looking at the very left hand side, she picked out her favourite smart casual dress. It was light blue, and just about knee length. The pattern was mini flowers, a darker blue, with a black outline. Putting it on, she started to do her make-up. She sat for ages trying decide what type of make-up to wear. Eventually, she decided to go simple. Black eye-liner, mascara and pale pink lip gloss. Then she brushed her hair, and put it into a bun.
"Right, brats. Mom says get ready for the party. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed as she walked into her brothers room, to find them covered in mud.
"Uh, well. We were playing with Ben's worm farm, and then...then the tank broke." Michael said, looking worriedly at his sister.
"Sorry?" Benjamin said, grinning. Rosalie screamed.
"Do NOT let them touch me! Mom! The boys were playing with worms." She yelled to her mother. Vivian came running in, with one earring in. She stopped at the sight of her two children.
"Oh My God! Both of you too the bathroom now! Your father will be home soon. Right, Rosalie. Go downstairs, and put the rest of the food on the table. When I've made sure these two are clean, I'll be down." She gingerly walked further into the room and ushered her two boys out of their room, and into the bathroom.
Rosalie walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen. She put it in the rest of the sausages onto the kitchen table. Suddenly, she heard her fathers car drive up. She ran to the door, and opened it for him. When he saw her, he smiled.
"Hey, princess. Had a good day?" He asked, hugging her, with the the one arm that wasn't holding his briefcase.
"Hi, daddy. It was great, except that mom made me blow up loads of balloons." She said, letting go of him, so that he could take his shoes off.
"Don't worry, Rosie. Where is your mother anyway?" He asked. Rosalie sighed and began to explain about her brothers and the worms. When she had finished, her father sighed.
"What'll I do with those two." He smiled at his daughter. "At least I have you." And with that he went to get ready for the party. Rose sat down on the couch and opened 'hello'.