The characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer and I don't earn any money with this story.
AN:This is my first fanfic ever! And English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if this is really bad. The chapters will be longer, this was just to get me started! I haven't written anything in English for a very long time, so my vocabulary is really thin these days. Hope you will enjoy the story anyway :)This is pre-twilight.
Edwards pov:
It never stopped raining. Big water drops made their way down the windows, some of them melted into each other, while others found their way down all by themselves. It was Friday, and most of the students at Fork High school looked longingly at the clock, waiting to hear the sweet ringing sound of freedom and get the weekend started. Almost everyone was planning on attending Mike Newton's party, and since his parents were out of town, it had to be a success! People had been talking about this party for weeks and rumor had it that half the school were going. And that the other half who were not invited would try to sneak in anyway.
I got my invitation two weeks ago, by a very nervous looking Mike. I had to tell him that sadly, I had other plans. Which i did not have, but spending a Friday night with 200 drunk teenagers, was not my idea of a fun weekend. He looked relived, and I could not help but smile as I walked away. Somehow, making Mike Newton scared and nervous was so much more fun than scaring other kids.
Finally the bell rings and the same topic that's been on everyone's lips for what feels like a lifetime, is brought to life again: Mikes party. I can't wait to get out of here and spend the weekend with my siblings on a hunting trip. Technically, my parents have not given me permission yet, but I can't find a reason why they wouldn't let me come. I have been really helpful around the house lately, and been on my very best behavior. Being trapped in a teenagers body forever often meant that I had problems controlling my temper. My other siblings are older than me, so they get different rules . I am, and have always been, the baby of the family. It's not always a bad thing, I get away with a lot and get extra attention. Both my siblings and my parents spoil me, and I secretly like it. But sometimes it's hard being the youngest, like when my brothers and sisters get to do things that my parent thinks 'I'm too young for'. Take this hunting trip for example. My parent have zero faith in my siblings when it comes to taking care of me. I hate feeling like I'm being babysat all the time, especially by my brothers and sisters who are close to age with me. But I'll admit it, sometimes I need someone to look after me a bit. Over the years I've grown used to everyone taking care of me and helping me with everything. But when my siblings are in charge, things never go well. One time they even left me in the woods, forgetting I was there with them. t took me a while to forgive them about that incident, but the new shiny Volvo in the garage did the trick.
My eldest brother, Emmett, is together with my eldest sister Rosalie. They are often the ones spoiling me and babying me. My relationship with Emmett is really good, he's the best big brother anyone could ever have. Rosalie is like a second mother to me. Being a mind reader, I know that the biggest sadness in her life is to never be able to have children of her own. So I let her take out all of her maternal instincts on me. One time I even let her comb my hair for an hour while she sang twinkle twinkle little star. I made her promise never to tell anyone, ever!
Alice and Jasper are only one year older than me, but since they're 18, they have way more freedom than I do. But they often choose not to go out at night, even if they are allowed. Most of the time they stay at home with me, playing TV-games or watching movies. That makes them the worlds best siblings!
As I make my way to Rosalie's car, Emmett walks up behind me, placing his arm around my shoulders.
"What's up, little brother? Excited about the trip?"
I smile at him and nod.
" Yeah, I guess so. Do you think mom and dad will let me come?"
"Sure they will, I promised dad that I would take extra good care of you" he says and winks at me.
I laugh and shrug off his arm from my shoulders and give him a gentle push.
The others are already waiting inside the car, taking cover from the rain that's still poring down. We can hear them talking with excitement in their voices about the trip, and of all the fun things we have planned. Emmett joins in in the conversation the second we're in the car, and he's talking so loud that it's almost impossible to hear myself think. I lean my head against the window and once again watch the rain. I really hope my parents will let me come to the trip. Otherwise , this is going to be one long boring weekend.