Kid Swap USA
"I still can not believe that the kids signed us up for wife swap!" Carlisle murmured, snuggling into me. I pecked his lips.
"In case you didn't notice Carlisle, we've moved since then." He returned my kiss.
"Yes." He rolled so he was on top of me.
"Don't you think that revenge is sweet?" I asked.
"I suppose. What are you suggesting?"
"That we sign Emmet, Rosalie and Alice up for child swap." He pushed me of him and sat up.
"The program on channel ten?" There was a new series child swap, just come out on channel ten. It was were a family sent three children over to another family for twp months.
"Yes." I breathed. I stood up, and grabbed my robe. I switched my Mac on. I turned to Carlisle. I kept his attention for three minutes thirty before the downloaded form opened on my screen.
Name
Esme and Carlisle Cullen
Children
Emmet, Bella, Edward, Mary Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Renesmee.
Children coming
Emmet, Rosalie and Alice
Why
We believe on giving our children a wide range of experiences that will enhance their lives. Each of our children we adopted with a different stories.
Child One info
Name :Rosalie Hale
Age: 16
Dietary requirements: Vegetarian
Special requirements: She has a few temper problems and can be quiet intimidating. Before we adopted her she was abused. She can get quiet upset when being separated from us, she may be a bit angry, anxious, etc.
Hobbies: Shopping and fixing cars.
Child Two Info:
Name:
Emmet Cullen, 17
Dietery requirements:
Vegetarian
Special Needs:
He has an intellectual disorder, although it is very slight. He was bullied in primary and through high and doesn't relate to people too well.
Hobbies:
Computer games
Child three Info:
Name:
Mary Alice Brandon, 14
Dietery requirements:
Vegeterian. She also needs to take pills for her mental state. She used to be very depressed and was at one point before we adopted her in an asylum. She is VERY sensitive about taking them, and sometimes refuses too.
Special needs: She needs a firm hand to get her under control.
Hobbies: Shopping!
I smiled at Carlisle, who immediately smiled back. I clicked the send button and went back to bed, waiting for my mobile to ring. It rang exactly an hour and a half later.
"Congratulations, your film and application were accepted. Please have your children ready to go at ten thirty tomorrow." A cheesy voice told me. I grinned at Carlisle. Time to make the shit hit the fan.
"Kids. Come to the living room. We have a surprise for you." Carlisle called. At that moment Alice screamed and Edward growled.
"Now." I added. Rosalie came slowly down the stairs, followed by Emmet. They sta on the couch. Bella and Renesmee came down with Jasper, both looking confused. Edward and Alice were still upstairs, probably crying. Carlsisle put a tape in the tv. Carlisle's face showed up on the screen.
"Hi, my name is Carslisle Cullens, and this is my family." A family photo flashed onto the screen. "In this photo is my wife Esme, my children, Renesmee, Edward, Bella, Alice, Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper. All my children are adopted. None of them are actually related. But unfortunately I am out of the house a lot, and the children began to run wild The children I woud like to show you are . . ." A picture cut to Carslisle walking into Rosalie and Emmet's bed. They were busy, but fully dressed.
"This is Rosalie and Emmett. They do see each other, but remember are not actually related." The door opened. Emmet and Rosalie pushed apart.
"What the hell Carslisle?" Roslaie asked, pushing him back and closing the door.
"Rosalie has a temper, and Emmet an intellectual disability." Carslisle showed the camera a image of Alice's closet.
"We can't help but favour Alice a bit." He told the camera. "but she does have a very fragile mental state, and her addiction with shopping has helped, sort it out." The screen went black.
"What the hell Carslisle? Intellectual disability? You make me sound like a retard!"
"What the fuck? What did I ever do you Carslisle?"
"Language Rosalie, I growled. She glared at me. I sighed.
"Go pack. You are allowed one suitcase each." Carslisle interrupted. I smiled at him.
24 hours later Rosalie's POV
I was sitting side by side in a limo with Emmet and Alice. Alice was sobbing with the help of crocodile tears. She had decided to make a theatre out of this. Give some entertainment to those hopeless humans. We were going somewhere cloudy, I think. I was rainy season in Florida, maybe there. We pulled up in front of a neat house without a blade of grass out of place.
"What the fucking fuck?" I asked for the cameras benefit. Emmet was standing up and yawning. He picked up a pebble and threw it into the yard. Some one looked out the window. I walked slowly up the steps, following the producer. I flicked the rain off my hair and onto the mat. Alice slowly knocked on the door, not knowing what to expect. The door opened.
When the door opened I heard singing inside. They weren't all that bad, except for the fact they were singing Christian music. It was a round, accompanied by a piano and a flute. Emmet walked up to me and squeezed my hand. I smiled at him.
"Hello. You must be the Cullen children." A bald man in glasses told me. I knew he was going to make a speech, so I yawned, before turning to Emmet, grabbing him, and frantically starting to make out.
"Excuse me!" The psoh guy with an accent cried surprised.
"No." I said jabbing my finger at him.
"Yes." The bald guy said sternly. " And you should consider this a warning. If you don't pull your act together and act your age I will smack you one!" Alice gasped.
"But that's child abuse." She said sarcastically. With her died black hair, and rebelling punk clothes followed by multiple fake peircings she looked like an insecure and rebel fourteen year old.
"Not if it is a punishment." The old bald guy hissed, glaring. "Now, if you come inside I will introduce you to my wife and children." The old bald guy turned into his house which was themed on sculptures of angels and crosses. We went into the first door we came to, and on the inside was a sparsely decorated room that had the pungent smell of incense with a woman at piano and five children. Three girls had their long blonde hair in plaits. The eldest one, who looked about sixteen, wore a plain black dress and stockings with ballet flats. She had absolutely no make up or jewellery. The next girl looked about fourteen, with her hair in two plaits with red ribbons in them. She wore a black knit sweater with a crisp white shirt underneath and a kilt, with stockings and tee bars on. She had only one piece of jewelry on, a silver cross that hung on her collarbone. The youngest girl was about ten, and wore a plain black dress with a white long sleeved shirt underneath it. The guys were all brown haired, with their hair neatly done and all wearing black trousers, a white shirt and brown vest. The eldest was about seventeen, and the other one thirteen.
"This." The old bald man said proudly. "Is my wife Cordelia," The woman at the piano nodded. "and my children Adrian, Kiara, Matilda, Mary and Noah." Adrian was the eldest guy, Mary the eldest girl, Kiara the ten year old, Noah the thirteen year old and Matilda the fourteen year old.
"Emmet, you will be sharing a room with Noah and Adrian, Rosalie you will be sharing with Mary, and Alice, we thought you might like to share with Matilda." Old bald guy's wife told us. "Children, show them to their bedrooms." Mary came up to me.
"Miss, if you would like to follow me to our bedroom." The Mary girl said, and turned and walked to the door.
"I'm a Mrs, and no I would not like to, but it seems I have no choice." I followed her to a tiny bedroom, with only a small dresser and two beds. I sat on one of the beds.
"What a boring plain room." I commented.
"It may be boring and plain to you, but it is my home, so I'd be careful what you say, you might, hurt my feelings." Mary retorted. The camera followed our argument.
"It may be your room, but it is extraordinarily boring, and I don't care a bit about your fucking feelings." I hissed. Believe it or not, I was enjoying this.
Alice's POV
I stood awkwardly with Matilda.
"Matilda, hurry up, you need to be down in time to take Alice to Ballet at four thirty. And you still need to help her get the dye out of her hair, and take those earings out." Mr Jahneke (was that his name?) said.
"Yes Sir." Matilda said, going automatic robot. As we got up the stairs Matilda finally spoke.
"Oh, please don't be needy, please be nice. I really need a friend Alice, please?" She begged. I thought about it. Matilda seemed nice enough, and she seemed to need a good friend.
"I'll see." I promised. "And to tell the truth I can't wait to get this dye out of my hair!"
Matilda held up the leotard.
"No, I won't wear it!" I nearly yelled. The camera followed me around, sucking up the drama.
"Please Mary?" Matilda begged. I swore at her.
"Come on! My name is Alice! Alice CULLEN! God, I hate this place." Matilda looked upset.
"I thought we could be friends." She whispered. "I've never had a friend, the kids at school make fun of me for my old clothes, the girls at ballet hate me, please Alice, please?" She whispered. I sighed, and snatched up the ugly pink leotard . I slipped into the white stockings and ugly leotard before putting the slightly better warm up suit on. Then Matilda and I were out the door and at the ballet studio. Matilda stood next to the barre and started warming up. I was careful to copy her capabilitie exactly, until the teacher told the boys and girls to get into their partners. I got paired with a gorgeus guy, who looked like he was nearly going to faint with happiness. And then we started. We had to compose a dance to a piece of music. I was careful tom ake mistakes every now and then. At the end each couple performed. First I started off with a basic jump before several knee to toes, as the music deepened my partner and I did a hand in hand 'complicated' step routine en pointe. Then he lifted me above his head and I did a mid air arabesque. I landed gently and curtsied. We got the biggest clap.
"Did you do ballet else were?" The teacher asked. I nodded, and my partner looked at me proud.
"Maybe we sould move schools, this is the highest level we have, but you are too good, maybe-" I cut her off by going en pointe and doing a simple leap.
"I'm fine." I smiled.
When the teacher turned her back I rolled my eyes. After everyone else performed the teacher asked us to go again. This time I let my self breath into the music, and gave it feeling. I started off with one hand high in the air, one toe pointed, with my parter in the same position. Then I pushed my arms out in a cat leap, raising my legs high, before raisng one pointed toe to my knee while looking at me hand, and then putting it down while pushing my hand out to the side. The effect was that I was right on one toe, with the other on my knee and my hands next to me as I twirled, Then my partner put his hands on my hips and I put mine on his shoulder and out in the air. I dipped my knee as he pointed his toe, before going back en pointe. Then I made graceful little steps as I ran up for a leap, with him beside me and his hands on my hips. Then I flew up into the air and had my legs out in a split. Once I landed he lifted me up above his head, so I was in an arabesque, before going back down. Once again we got an applause. Then all of a sudden I was shocked. I was having fun! And I was supposed to be a rebel!
"Alice, show the other girls your arabesque again." The teacher said too loudly.
"No can do Miss, I'm going shopping," I said, putting in a texas drawl for the camera. I grabbed my bag and waltzed out of the studio.
That was Day One for Alice and Rosalie, how about the others?