All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. Including the ever so sexy Edward Cullen :(
"Have these people ever heard of fucking Starbucks! They've got another thing coming if they think I'll settle for gas station coffee!" Rose chided from the back seat of Alice's yellow porche. She has been finding everything possible to bitch since we first drove into town.
"Rose, we have a two thousand dollar coffee maker and imported Colombian beans at home. I think you'll survive." Alice remarked in a sarcastic tone while looking at Rose in the rear view mirror. She was driving at her usual speed. Which was as fast as she could without slamming in to something. Or someone. To be fair, the Porche drove so smoothly that 100 felt like 30.
"It's the POINT Alice! The point is, any civilized place would have at least one Starbucks. For god's sake, when I asked clerk at the gas station where the closest mall was, he gave me directions to a Walmart! A fucking WALMART Alice! I feel like we're moving to a third world country!" Rose her hands up as she finished her melodramatic rant. She thrived on being the drama queen.
I turned around from the passenger seat to face her. "Relax, girl. We won't be going to Walmart. We will probably be spending all our weekends in Seattle anyway."
"Bella's right, Rose. Seattle will be our hot spot. Gotta go somewhere to find some hot guys. I doubt there is anything decent enough in this podunk town." Alice grimaced. I chuckled at her expression. I know one of the first things on her list of to do's is to find a boy toy. Alice loved her games.
"Will you guys just let me wallow in my own pity for a little bit? I have to bitch it all out now. As soon as we get to the house I'll be expected to put on my big, fake ass smile." Rose sighed defeated.
Alice and I looked at each other as we shook our heads at Rose. Alice gave me a sympathetic smile, which I returned. We were trying to make the best out of a shitty situation. But the truth was, we were just as pissed as Rosalie.
We were being moved from our home in sunny Arizona to the rainy and gloomy state of Washington. We loved our life in Phoenix. We were the most popular girls in school. All the boys wanted us, and all the girls wanted to be us. Alice made sure we were always wearing the latest fashions. Our weekends were always spent shopping, getting our hair and nails done, going to the best parties, going to the movies, going to all the local concerts, getting into the coolest clubs with our fake IDs and whatever the hell else we felt like doing. We were spoiled rotten and we loved it. We weren't always this spoiled though, and our lives weren't always this care free.
Alice, Rosalie and myself were adopted by Marcus Volturi. Marcus' wife Didyme could not have children. It was her dream to adopt as many children as she could. She lost her parents as a small child and went from foster home to foster home until she grew out of the system. She couldn't fathom the thought of any child with the same fate. When Didyme died, Marcus decided to carry out his wife's dream.
Rosalie was the first to be adopted. Her step-dad, Royce abused her as a small child. Her Mother never had the ovaries to leave his sorry ass and let the abuse continue. A neighbor caught him pushing Rose off the front porch one day. They called social services and after an investigation, Rose was taken away. When Marcus went in to adopt his first child, the little five year old girl with long blond hair and sad blue eyes tugged at his heart strings. They were so much like his late wife's eyes. Of course as Rose grew older, her eyes grew from sad to angry as her hatred of her mother grew. I couldn't blame her. I don't see how any Mom could sit back and let that happen to her own daughter.
Alice was six when she was adopted. Her parents just simply gave her up. They were very religious people. I mean crazy religious. The type that thought Foosball's the devil. Ever since Alice was little she had a six sense about things. She got this feeling things would happen before they did. When Alice told her parents her Grandpa was going to die, and he died of a heart attack a week later, they were convinced she was Satan's child. Alice never gave Marcus a choice but to adopt her. When he walked into the children's home, she ran up to him, gave him a huge hug and said "Your gonna take me home with you!". Marcus started filing for adoption ten minutes later. That's when he could finally get Alice to stop talking.
Then there was me. My Mother got knocked up in high school. When my mother found out she was pregnant, she automatically wanted an abortion. One of my mother's teachers was a woman in her thirties who couldn't have children. She convinced my mother to keep the child. Her and her husband were all set up to adopt me as soon as I was born. But then a miracle happened. She got pregnant. She no longer wanted to adopt the baby and my mother was too far along at this point for an abortion. So as soon as I was born I was put in the foster program. My mother didn't even take the time to name me. My first case worker had to name me. She named me Isabella Marie. Marie was my mother's name. To this day I wished she would have chosen a different middle name for me. I don't want any part of that woman. There were a few people who wanted to adopt me the first couple years of my life. I was a baby after all. That's what most people look for when they are adopting. As soon as my mother would find out someone was interested in adopting me, she would decide she wanted me back. And because of how fucked up the laws were, I would be given back to my mother. Bad things happened when I was with my mother. Things I never want to think about. But it wouldn't be long after that when she would decide I was too much work for her. I would find myself yet again at another foster home.
I was eight years old when I first met Alice, Rosalie and Marcus. I was in a new foster home thirty minutes away from my old one. Which meant I was enrolled at a new school. I was so shy when I was little. I remember sitting in a corner of the lunch room on my first day of school. Eating my PB and J by myself. A tiny little girl with long black hair came skipping up to me. I didn't know why she had this lunch time. She was so tiny I thought she had to be a few grades lower than me. She plopped down right beside me, beamed up at me and said in one breath "Hi I'm Mary Alice. But you can call me Alice. I hate the name Mary. You have pretty hair. You want to come over to my house? We're gonna be best friends! What's your name?". We did become best friends.
Soon I was spending every minute possible at their house. I became close with Rose too, even though she was a year older than us. But the most surprising part is how quickly I bonded with Marcus. I always dreamed of what having a dad would be like. All of my foster dads weren't very involved. They were just in it because of their wives. Marcus treated me like his own. He said I reminded him so much of his wife. I loved to read just like she did. And I had the same smile. When he first started filing for adoption for me, my mother started in on her same old shit. Marcus had to pay her off to finally give up all rights. Maybe that's what she has wanted from the beginning.
So that's how we became sisters. Three unwanted children brought together by a man carrying out his late wife's dream. It hasn't been all smooth sailing. You don't through what we went through without any repercussions. But we were always there for each other when things got rough. Marcus had so much love for us, but he didn't exactly know how to be a dad. He was always busy working and felt guilty as hell for it. Then he would throw money at us to compensate for his absence. We weren't complaining though. We loved our freedom.
"Where the hell is this turn at? The only thing out here is trees, trees and oh ya, fucking trees!" Alice screamed in frustration.
"I'll call Dad" I said as I pulled my phone out of my purse.
"Dammit! Never mind. I don't even have one damn bar out here." I through my phone back in.
"See, we can't live here. There is no service out here. It's not safe for three vulnerable teenage girls to be somewhere with no phone. Dad's just gonna have to let us live in Seattle." Rose huffed. We were all bitter about our living arrangements. Volturi, Inc. was moving their headquarters from Phoenix to Seattle. Uncle Aro and his little Brats, Jane and Alec got to live in Seattle. But no, not us. Our dad thought it would be good for us to live in a small town. He thought it would be harder for us to get in to trouble in a small town. So when plans were first made to move headquarters, Marcus started plans to build a house in Forks, Washington.
"Good luck with that Rose. You once Dad has his mind set there is no changing it." Alice said as continued to search for the turn.
"I just don't see how he expects us to live out in the woods while he spends most of his time in Seattle. I mean come on! The damn woods isn't exactly the safest place for us to be by ourselves."
Alice chimed in, "I heard him talking to his friend on the phone last week. He was asking him to keep an eye out for us when he would be away for business. So I guess he'll be popping by to check on us."
One of Marcus' old friends from school live in Forks now. Car- something or other was his name. It's one of the big reasons he chose Forks. Thanks a lot Car- something or other.
"Oh great. So now we will be babysat all the time. This just keeps getting better." Rose's bad attitude was only worsening.
It tool us going back and forth on the road a few times before we found the turn. It was mostly covered by tree overgrowth. That would have to be cleared out soon. There would be no way we could find our way home once it's dark with all that crap covering the turn. I have to admit, I was very impressed by the house. It was even better than the picture I have already seen of it. A better word would actually be mansion. It was huge. It was three stories, modern, but with Victorian style details. There was a water fountain in the front. Around the water fountain and on front of the house were various manicured plants and flowers. Every story had a balcony, with a stair case that connected all three. There seemed to be something on the top of the house, but I couldn't see it well form where I was. Well, if we had to live in Forks, at least we got to live in a kick ass house like this. Looking back at Rosalie, I could see the same excitement in her eyes. Once she saw I was looking at her, they went right back to their previous glare.
As soon as Alice parked the car in the front, Dad was outside to see us. He wore a big smile on his face, obviously excited to see us home. "There's my girls! Glad you made it from the airport safely. Listen, they already unloaded your things in to your rooms. Why don't you girls go get situated and when your finished we'll have dinner?"
"Sounds good." We all said as we gave him hugs. Dad lead us in to the house. Dad designed the house to where the entire third floor was ours. We each had our own room and bathroom. There was a big movie room for us to watch movies together. There was a black room, since I loved to take pictures. There was an art room for Alice. She was great at painting. It was the only thing that could calm her down sometimes. There was a home gym. It takes work to stay this hot! And finally, the closet room. It was our biggest request when the house was being built. We each had our own walk in closets, but we wanted a room just for all extra clothes, purses, shoes and accessories. It had mirrors lining an entire wall and a complete organizational system. It made Carrie's closet on Sex in the City look like a shoe box.
We went off to our separate rooms to start unpacking our things. I loved my room. It was decorated in black and white patterns with hints of red here and there. Simple yet classy. I unpacked all my belongings. It took a couple hours to get everything put away. It was six o'clock by the time I headed down stairs. Rose and Dad were watching TV in the den. Alice was MIA. She will be unpacking until the wee hours of the morning. Something about the feng shui in her room or what not.
"So what are we doing for dinner." I asked as I plopped down next to Rosalie.
"I'm not sure yet. I really don't feel like going out to eat. We don't have any food yet to cook. I'm not sure if they will deliver pizza this far out. Do you want to try?" Dad asked as he looked at us both.
"I don't mind going to the store and getting a few things. I could make some quick pasta. You want to go with me Rose?" I asked.
"Ya, sure. Let's go explore all the wonders of Forks." Rosalie said with feigned enthusiasm.
We headed up stairs to change and fix our makeup. We may be only going to the grocery store, but we looked good everywhere we go. It's just how we are. We would apply makeup to go get the mail. We asked Alice if she wanted to go, but as I predicted, she was busy creating balance in her room. I wore tight dark jeans and a white button down shirt with a black belt around my waist. I put on my silver stilettos and my favorite pair of silver angel wings earrings to match. Rose wore a red tank top with tight skinny jeans and sexy black stilettos boot over them.
"You girls be careful. Don't be getting into trouble already." Dad called as we headed towards the door.
"Oh ya, Dad. So much trouble going on in Forks!" I joked.
"Well if there was, I know it would find you two!" Dad teased back at us. We giggled as we headed out to the garage. I turned on the light to reveal the tree cars sitting in the garage.
"Aw there you are baby! I missed you. Did they treat you well?" I purred as I petted my beautiful car. It was my newest present from Daddy Warbucks (our nickname for Marcus which he hates with a passion). He surprised me a month ago with the 2010 Ferrari California in a sexy Blue color with leather interior. It had a hideaway hardtop and those kick ass doors that go up. I loved my car more than anything. I wanted to cry two days ago when they took it from me to ship it here.
Rosalie and I jumped in my car and headed for the store. The only grocery store in town was a little store called quick-mart. Rose mumbled something about how small and stupid the store was as I pulled in to a parking spot. The few people that were in he parking lot were staring at us with open mouths. I guess it's not every day a new sports car comes rolling up to the quick-mart. Looking around I could see most of the cars parked were at least twenty years old. The worst car in the lot was an old rust red truck. The thing was huge! Who in their right mind be caught dead driving that was beyond me.
As we walked in to the store we were met with more stares. I headed to the produce section and started picking out tomatoes. Once I had all the ingredients for chicken mamou, eggs and bacon for breakfast, sandwich items and a few snack items we headed towards the counter. As we waited in line I started to think about my new life in Forks. I hope I will be happy here. I hope some of my demons won't come and bother me in this life. It's been a long time since I have dealt with depression, but that is because I keep myself so busy. My sisters and I were always doing something. There is not much to do in this small town. When I have nothing to do I am left with my memories and my thoughts. Those thoughts never lead to anything good. They have pushed me in a comatose state before, and I never want to go there again.
"Well look at that. Decent eye candy in the middle of this shithole. And damn good eye candy at that!" Rose tapped my arm as she pointed her head towards the front of the counter. Her sudden outburst startled me. I took a moment to get a hold of my emotions. Turned towards the direction she was gazing at and....
"Oh My God"
The Starbucks thing comes from personal experience. I lived in a small town for three years where the closest Starbucks was 45 minutes away. That was a culture shock.
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