A.N This is my first fanfic, so it's not going to be perfect. Please review and constructive criticism is welcomed. Sadly, I don't own Twilight, Rosalie, or anybody else. I'm just using them like.. Barbies. Enjoy!

Rosalie's Diary

October 8, 1933

Today, Mother bought me this diary, in hopes that one day I would give it to my children so they can read about my childhood. I found it to be a wonderful idea, so I accepted it. I woke up this morning, to find that my younger brother, Benjamin age 12, had left me a note and a beautiful violet. The note read:

Rose,

Mother is planning something. Good luck.

-Ben

This is why Ben is my favorite brother! Always so kind and thoughtful to me. I walked downstairs, to find my Mother waiting for me. "Good Morning, honey!" She chirped. "Hello, Mother" I responded. "Darling, I forgot your father's lunch today, would you mind taking it to him over at the bank?" "Of course, mother" I quickly ran back upstairs to change into one of my favorite dresses, a scarlet dress that falls to my knees, with white ribbon laced around my chest. I brushed my hair, and let it fall to the middle of my back. I then preceded downstairs. As I was about to walk through the door I heard a shrill "No! Rosalie Hale! Go put on your white organza, then roll up your hair, will you?" "Why mother? I'm just running over to the bank, right" "Yes.. you'll see why later." So I walked, for the millionth time, back up to my room. About 20 minutes later, I walked out and heard my mother gasp. "Rosalie… You look gorgeous!" "Thank you." I replied. I always looked gorgeous, with my beautiful blonde curls that fell to the middle of my back, my violet colored eyes framed by long lashes, and my perfect body, I was beautiful, and everyone knew it. "Okay, you may go now. Have fun!" Ok, she was seriously starting to scare me. I was just going over to daddy's bank? No big deal, right? So, I hurried out the door and into the cold October air. As I was walking, I noticed some men watching me from outside the bar. I hated walking past this place! "Hey Beautiful!" One man called, I think his name was John, I think he was visiting from Georgia. I broke into a run, scared they would follow me. I quickly tired of running, and broke into a brisk walk as I neared the bank. When I stepped inside, I was greeted by the smell of money and cinnamon. "Rose!" I heard my dad call, and turn to see him waving, and in tow, a man about my age, maybe a few years older, with pale blue eyes, and hair lighter then mine. "This is Royce King Jr. His father own the bank" "Hello, Rosalie" the man named Royce said. "Hi" I replied almost shyly. Me? Shy? This was not like me! "Get a grip, Rosalie" I muttered to myself. "Here's your lunch daddy" I said as I handed him his lunch and walked quickly out the door, back into the cool air. "I don't think she likes me" I heard Royce say. "She does, trust me, she is NEVER shy" that's the last I heard, as I had started to run home. I ran right past the bar, not even bothering to look at the men who whistled at me as I passed. "How did it go, honey?" was the first thing I hear as I walk in the door. "Fine" I replied stoutly as I stomped upstairs. When I went to sit on my bed, and give myself a good lecture, I noticed a bright red rose laying on my bed. There was a note attached as well:

Rose,

I shall see you soon.

-R

"Who is this "R" person" I whispered. Then it dawned on me "Royce"

Until next time,

~Rosalie

A.N Well?How do you like it so far? I'm planning on continuing this until up until after Breaking Dawn ends. I hope you like it, and I'll write more ASAP. Review please!