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RosaliePOV
*age 13*
Alexis sighed heavily, "You're hair is so beautiful Rosalie." Her fingers were laced through my silky, soft, unknotted hair; her fingers gliding right through the strands. I smiled. "Yes, very beautiful." McKenna agreed, her twin sister Ivy nodding her head in agreement. That's right. My hair is beautiful. You should envy me. I thought to myself. Huh, that's funny. Where is Vera? I snorted. She was probably daydreaming about Jason again. Jason's father was a carpenter and owned his own business. At school, they would always stare at each other; Vera would always deny her liking him, but it was always obvious by the twinkle in her eye whenever we brought him up.
I turned, looking for any signs of Vera anywhere. My eyes grazed over my room and my other possessions, trying not to look conspicuous. I looked over my white ivory vanity that held all of my hair bands, combs and brushes. The tall, clear mirror reflected my image perfectly, while the lovely ivory color created a nice contrast between my skin and corn silk hair. I was beautiful.
My eyes continued to roam around my room, taking in my lime green walls and white laced curtains that covered my medium sized window. My daddy said it was too small and that there shouldn't be any curtains, because then the whole world wouldn't be able to see my beauty. I loved being me.
I had found Vera. She was sitting on my large, canopy bed staring out my window. She had a look of concentration. Her emerald green eyes sparkled, below the little crinkle between her eyebrows. I had seen that look many times.
"Hey Vera, do you have a lot on your mind?" my voice invitingly giving an invitation at her obvious thoughts. She didn't answer.
"You must be thinking about someone…. Jason perhaps?" Teasingly and innocent; her head snapped in my direction, while her hand reaching for my small pink pillow and chucked it at me. Just because I was beautiful doesn't mean I'm clumsy. I quickly dodged the blow of the pillow, leaving Ivy in it's path. It struck her square in the face right as she turned around. Her face flushed with pure anger and resentment.
"What was that for?" Ivy screeched at her, murder in her eyes.
Vera looked terrified; her face was white as a sheet… it was one of the most funniest things I have EVER seen. Vera was one of the bravest person I knew but was silent about it. Her quiet courage seemed to radiate from her every pore, her vibrant green eyes showed so much wisdom for her at the age of 13. It almost seemed like she lived many lives before, and when she looked at you it felt like she could see right through you, into your soul.
This was one of the first times I have ever seen her this scared. Her mouth opened partly, her jaw dropped slightly and she gave a little gasp. Her expression was so funny that I let a little giggle slip out. She turned and glared at me which made me fall over on my side and crack up with laughter. She turned back to Ivy; her gaze remorseful .
"I'm so sorry, Ivy. I wasn't aiming for you, I was trying to hit Rose." Both girls turned to me, unleashing the power of their eyes into me. My laughter died.
"I was just messing around with you, Vera. You know. Teasing." I couldn't help but smirk at the end. Vera still had tooken offense to my words but sighed a breath that she was, unconsciously, holding. She softened up; her eyes grew gentle once more.
"Whatever Rosalie." Her gaze drifted back to the window, and she remained silent. I, also, sighed. I loved the fiery and bold Vera but the quiet and calm Vera was more vulnerable to manipulation and doing anything I want. That was the great thing about being me, everyone always wanted to do me favors and get me things. My daddy loved to buy me pretty dresses and my momma was always fussing over me; giving more attention to me over my two younger brothers: Jeremy and James. Jeremy was two years younger than me and him and James were only four years apart. Momma always made a fuss over me, seeing so much potential in my beauty. I was Rosalie Hale. All my friends sighed with envy when they touched my hair, men's eye's followed me everywhere I went. I was a beautiful flower in it's prime, little did I know, that my beauty was really a curse that would lead me down a dark path with monsters and blood everywhere I turned.
