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I woke up to the tinkling sound of my mother's laugher and the low chuckle of my father's
I woke up to the tinkling sound of my mother's laugher and the low chuckle of my father's. I smiled and rose up out of my large four poster bed. Less than a second after my mind reading father realised that my thoughts had become conscious, he appeared in the doorway of my bedroom. Mom appeared a second later, still snickering. Seeing my parent's faces was flushed and there eyes amber. I realised they must have gone hunting while I was asleep, planning to return before I awoke. The time on the clock supported that. It was only 2:45 am.
"Jacob will be here at twelve." Mom said and, as if the actions were somehow related, she picked up a silver hairbrush (a gift from Aro) and began to brush my bronze curls. Although she was so extremely strong, her hands pulled the brush softly though my tangled hair so I didn't feel a thing as she skilfully worked though the tangles as she has done every morning for the past eight years.
When she had finished, I stood and quickly made my bed. I hated things to be in less than perfect order. As I was adjusting the pillow arrangement, I realised that mom and dad had left the room and, at one point, Alice must have arrived. I heard her high, soprano voice in the living room so I walked through the hall but stopped outside the living room's open door. I didn't want to interrupt but I could help but catch some of their conversation.
"We don't know why you killed him yet. Alice."
I heard my mom suck in a unnecessary voice as she heard my approach and guessed what I had just heard.
