"WHY? Do you know what this means? I have to make all new friends and start a new school after it's already started. This is the only place I have ever known. You know what I HATE YOU!"
I felt like the worst person ever. I never say that to my mom. Up until 2 weeks ago my life was perfect. I mean I started High School and I was already the popular girl. Who could blame people from loving me? I was tall for my age, 5'5" gorgeous blond hair, the color of sunshine my mother always says, and amazing Violet Blue eyes. Started high school and made the Freshman Cheer Squad, and already had so many friends.
"Rosalie Lillian Hale! You are being a very selfish person. You are not the only one here that is moving and having to start over. Think of someone besides yourself. And you have only been in school 2 months. You are a beautiful, smart and friendly. You won't have a problem finding friends. Please my beautiful baby girl, go pack your suitcase and meet me in the car. I love you."
She kissed the top of my head as she walked out. I was thankful I didn't have to pack more then one suitcase. My mothers new Husband, ugh, had arranged for movers to come in and pack up the whole house and move it to New York. I am so excited to be moving there, what teenager wouldn't. And if I think about it I felt the worst for my older brother. He and I both had blonde hair. He had a honey tint and curls to his hair and the brightest blue eyes. I was always a little jealous of that.
Knock, knock "Rosalie." ugh my new step-father stuck his head into my room. He and my mother met while he was down for some Lawyers Conference being held at the Hotel my mom managed.
"Yes, Charlie"
"I know this is a lot to take in. But I promise it wont be so bad" He sounded sincere but I didn't hold my breath for that one. Did I forget to mention, I not only inherited a new step-father but also a new step-sister! Bella, I think. She was my age but I didn't really care. She is probably some Daddies Little Princess brat type.
"You are right Charlie. At least now I don't have to pick out what I am going to wear everyday for school." I tried smiling warmly, and by the look on his face I failed. He wasn't an awful looking man, only a few years older then my mother. He had nice brown hair and brown eyes, matched my mother. Besides the small wrinkles you could see around his eyes when he smiles, he didn't look a day over 25.
I picked up my lonely little suitcase and brought it out to the car. Of course he had a driver. I dropped my suitcase and slumped into my seat in the car. This was going to be the longest 7 hours of my life. I looked out the window. The little house I grew up in and the life I had made here for the last 15 years. I closed my eyes and turned on iPod. Next stop New York, penthouse suite and a private school. Sounds great right?
