Emmett Cullen

Well, apparently, I'd dyed every piece of clothing Peter owned pink. I finally realized what Alice had been laughing about earlier. Yeah, I was in trouble. But not nearly as bad as I would've been if I hadn't flipped when my mother smacked me. Like I said, my father hated violence. Which was really a plus for me, I discovered when he came up to my room. He stood outside my door for a while, telling me it was okay, and he didn't want me to be afraid of him as he was of his own father. I let him in as soon as he was done, and allowed him to hug me. I didn't like the mushy stuff, so I sort of squirmed away as soon as I could. He then proceeded to lecture me instead. It was moments like those that I wished he'd just hit me and be done with it.

I need more time to get ready to see Rosalie. I knew Rosalie, I knew what she would want in a man.

I knew what she'd want me to wear, how she'd want me to behave, and treat her. But I'd had her from the moment she saved me from the grizzlies. A twinge of embarrassment passed through me. She saved me. But I could not save her. Well, I would this time. She was eighteen, and I don't care how, but I am going to make her fall in love with me. With ME, not Royce. She would never even be put in the place where she would have to choose between us. She wouldn't even meet him. I was sure of that. I was nervous, though. My human self wasn't rich. I couldn't give her what she thought Royce could. Those stupid Kings!

Man, couldn't my father leave? Rosalie was picky. I had to give the right first impression.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, I interrupted him, telling him I had to get ready for school. He'd been hesitant, like my mother would be disappointed that he hadn't punished me, but left anyway.

I called Alice immediately. She didn't pick up, for the first time. My first thought was she was finally getting shocked. But I put that out of my mind, and grinned to myself. The one time Alice doesn't pick up is the one time I have a fashion emergency. She would be so disappointed.

I rolled my eyes, and headed toward the closet and starting throwing everything I owned onto my bed. What would look enough like a Prince Charming in the 1930's? I didn't have anything that I saw that could compete with Royce's money. I sighed. It was going to be harder to get my Rosalie than I'd thought.

Alice Cullen

"Honestly, Alice. You look as though they've been starving you! I will have a word with my father about this," Violet said indignantly, as another one of her dresses was too big for me. And Violet was a very skinny girl.

Her name was Violet Vernon, as she'd politely introduced herself to me as when I walked into Mr. Vernon's office. On the way there, Nicholas had put me on a chain. He was very apologetic, but said it protocol, and he had to do it. Apparently, Mr. Vernon ran the asylum, and Nicholas couldn't ignore the rules around him or he would be fired. After I'd shook hands with Mr. Vernon, my bubbly personality gave me away. He loved me instantly, you could see it on his face. Violet loved me, too. Mr. Vernon said my chains could be removed, and told Violet to shower me and make me presentable for school immediately. He also told her in a more embarrassed tone to clean the accident out of my gown as well. My cheeks felt hot, another thing I didn't understand.

Mr. Vernon's office was beautiful, and he was clearly a rich man. Everything was plushy and comfortable looking, nothing hard. Nicholas and Mr. Vernon began to discuss Nicholas' boundaries of supervising me and what he was to do if something went out of control. I snorted to myself, knowing there was no way this was possible. I could easily keep my visions private at Forks High School.

Violet then pulled me through a door in the back of the office, and I entered her bedroom. I felt bad for her, having to live in the asylum. But that feeling stopped when I saw her room. It was every bit as beautiful as my room back at the Cullens had been. She pulled me to her own private bathroom, and helped me bathe and clean myself. This was 1861, I had to constantly remind myself, and showers were reserved for the very rich only. Fortunately for me, Violet was rich, and I enjoyed a much needed shower. Violet was shocked at how much I knew- she was under the impression I'd been in a cell all of my existence.

She was also shocked at my long hair. That, I admit, I was also shocked at. Violet said they usually cut our hair in here because of shock treatments- that something had to be connecting the beginning of our spine to the machine, and having short hair made it easier. I'd never known what I looked like as a human, and was surprised out of my mind when Violet let me look in her hand mirror. I looked almost as pale as I was when I was a vampire, and my deep brown eyes showed that I had been tortured. I was pretty. I would give myself that. But the disappointment of not being as beautiful as I was when I was a vampire showed- it wasn't strong, I wasn't like Rosalie, but I did feel a little twang. Violet thought I was disappointed in my pallid face, and quickly started heating up her rollers, telling me how beautiful my black hair would be in curls for my first day. I ran my fingers through my long, wet hair. It had split ends, it obviously had never been cut. So I asked Violet for scissors, and ignoring the shock on her face, snipped a few inches off so it was at the middle of my back. It looked much healthier then.

Then she pulled me naked into her room. She opened the huge, wooden doors of her closet and began throwing dresses at me to try on. I was so happy, trying on all these old-fashioned gowns. I giggled with Violet, my new friend. I liked her very much. I could never have done something like this with Rosalie, or Esme. It was almost like I enjoyed how little Violet knew me. She was wary of me at first, understanding that I was a patient, but when she saw I wasn't a nut job, she warmed up immediately. But other than my visions, she didn't know me- how I was a vampire- she treated me...like a human. And the most strange thing of all? I really liked it, being treated like a human.

Emmett Cullen

"Hey, are you the new man?" another eighteen year old boy slammed up next to my human muscles. I noticed how he used the word man instead of kid. I liked this dude already.

"Yeah." I said in a kind voice. "I'm Emmett Cul-McCarthy." I corrected. Wow. I had been really, really close to saying Emmett Cullen. Had it really been that long since I was Emmett McCarthy?

We were sitting in the schoolyard, waiting for school to start. I was pretty annoyed by the fact that we were in a one-room school again. I was sure that by the 1950's I was done with those for good, yet here I was again, waiting in the schoolyard. The boys were all wrestling about, and the girls were sitting on the grass talking with their friends. I was leaned up against the building. I wanted to join the wrestling. But I was a little nervous. Let me tell you, it's one thing to stroll up to a new school with intimidating Rosalie on your arm and Edward, Jasper, and Alice strutting next to you giving everyone glares to make sure no one talked to us, and going to a new school all alone. I didn't like it. Oh well, I reminded myself. You're only here to find Rosalie. Focus on the prize.

"Nice to meet ya, I'm Jack Miller. I assume you're my age?" asked Jack.

"Yeah, I'm your age. People here friendly?" I asked, grinning to myself and thinking about how much older I really was than Jack.

"Oh, yeah. And that's not the best part. The best part is down here in this part of South Carolina, is where the ladies are. The pretty girls. Cain't find em' no where else." Jack said. I noticed his accent. I know this is kind of a stereo-type, but Jack was pretty much the poster child for dumb hick.

"I bet." I said, thinking of Rosalie. I felt bad for being mean, and I regretted it. I was too used to being a jerk when the Cullens moved to new places, and wasn't accustomed to actually TRYING to make friends.

Jack looked at me, like he was waiting for me to say more. He realized I wasn't, and tried again to make conversation.

"Say, Emmett, do you want me to show you around the place? And I'm not talking about letting you know where the restrooms are, or any of that crap. I'm talking about breaking this place down for you. Who's who. Who to mess with, who to steer clear of. How about that?"

Interest spiked me for the first time since Jack said hello. Jack COULD break it down for me. If he did, it would make this way easier than it had to be. Jack could give me the low-down on Rosalie.

"Now you're talkin'," I said, grinning at him happily.

He seemed pleased that I was interested. "Alright. You see those boys over there, relaxing, trying to look cool?" he asked.

"Which group?" I asked, looking at the two groups of boys.

Jack rolled his eyes. "The ones who are actually looking cool," he said.

I laughed. "Okay, I see who you're talking about."

"Okay. They are our age, or maybe a little younger on account of we're kind of the oldest here. They are all in high school, and they are on the 'steer clear' list. I don't care if you want to hang with them, but don't go over there for a couple days, you don't want them to like, haze you or anything." Jack said. "The other group of boys are the younger boys and the losers. They're tryin' real hard to be cool like the other group, but it's just not working out for em'."

I nodded. I wasn't interested in the other boys. I wanted to know about Rosalie, and decided to prod him along.

"Now, someone's been bragging about these lovely South Carolina ladies, but I don't have the low-down on them yet," I said, trying to sound casual.

Jack grinned. "Oh yeah, them. Well, over there" he pointed towards a group of girls giggling by the school entrance. "the red head, with the curly hair, that's Daisy Miller. My little sister. I think she's the finest of them all." Jack said proudly.

I looked at Daisy, and decided maybe Jack didn't really know what he was talking about. I thought Daisy looked...well, to be honest, I thought she was dog ugly.

"Oh. Any others?" I said, hoping I didn't sound rude.

If it miffed Jack, he sure didn't show it. He just went rambling on, pointing out other women for me to look at that were actually our age. He never pointed to Rosalie, and I couldn't spot her, so I tuned him out. I wondered if my attitude toward Daisy hurt his feelings, or if he just didn't show it. I missed Edward. I sighed in defeat. I was sure I wouldn't miss Edward of all people. He sure was a pain in the butt when he was in your head, but if you wanted to know something, he was really handy.

"-And now we've come to our finale, folks, because the finale has just arrived." said Jack in a sports' announcer voice.

A black, expensive car screeched to a stop, and a man got out. He had thick blonde hair with a nice, even part on the right side. His suit was crisp and new. He walked with perfect posture to the back of the car, and opened the door.

It was around then that I realized Electra didn't do exactly as I told her. She sent me to when Rosalie was eighteen, alright. When Rosalie was eighteen and dating Royce King.

Rosalie stepped out of the car, there was no mistaking my angel. Her skin though, surprised me. It was tan with a flush on her cheeks from the pleasure of Royce driving her to school. Her eyes were a deep, clear blue and she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I wanted to run to her, and kiss her like we did when we were apart. Rosalie and I never hid our affection. We were very open, and it killed me to act as though I didn't know her. The man kissed her cheek. I realized I was looking into the face of my wife's murderer, and prayed with all my might I didn't go berserk.

Alice Cullen

"Oh, Alice, you're stunning!" Violet exclaimed.

I danced around. I felt stunning. In the end, we'd had to go and dig up one of Violet's sister's old dresses with the promise we would go shopping to get me something to wear this evening. I loved Violet, she was like the sister I never had. She completely understood my love for shopping.

The dress was...acceptable. It wasn't what I wanted to wear on my first day, but it would do. According to Violet, her sister didn't much care for fashion. It was autumn colors, orange and brown. It didn't have a hoop skirt, but Violet said no one wore hoop skirts to school. Violet had on a navy blue dress that I liked very much, but knew I could never fit in it.

My hair though, was beautiful. I was shocked beyond belief. My hair had always been short, but now it was curly and long. I wondered if this was how Rosalie felt all the time. I made a mental note to ask Jasper when I got home. It was tied half-up, half-down with a brown ribbon to go with the dress. Violet put a little lipstick on me, even. My skin was still pale, but there was nothing I could do about that. I looked over to my nightgown, and remembered shoving the cell phone in the pocket. Violet went to do her own lipstick, and I ran to the nightgown and grabbed the cell phone, shoving it in my corset. I loved my corset, and had always wanted to try one out.

*Nicholas came in the room. His eyes widened when he saw me.

"My Alice, you look more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed."he said, kissing my hand.*

I grinned. "Come in!" I called, before Nicholas could knock.

Nicholas came in the room, and his widened as I knew they would. I held out my hand.

"My Alice, you look more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed." he said, kissing my hand.

"Thank you, Nicholas," I said happily. I felt a buzz in my corset. I hoped no one noticed.

"I'm going to slip off to the bathroom, now." I said. I panicked a little. What if Emmett needed me? What if something happened to poor Emmett and I was off getting my hair in rollers? No, surely I would have seen it. But would I have? I wasn't watching out for his future at all. softie you'd ever meet. Something was definitely wrong.

"Emmett, I'm so sorry I missed your call, what's wrong?" I asked immediately.

I got a vision, and didn't need his explanation. "Oh Emmett! She's dating him!" I gasped.

"Yeah, she is." Emmett snarled. "I have to go. My school begins in two seconds, and I had a hard time hiding this honking piece of metal from Jack when it was singing the Rocky theme at me, so I'll call you after school, Alice. Good luck."

"I know, I saw your school beginning...I just wanted to check on you. And Emmett...if it makes you feel better, the teacher has you sit near Rosalie. I'll talk to you later. It will be okay." I said.

Emmett grunted, and there was silence. His words were innocent enough, but I knew it bothered him really badly that Royce had driven Rosalie to school. Emmett wasn't the smartest, but he wasn't dense and grew up not too much after Rosalie. He knew that meant Rosalie and Royce were serious.

"Alice? Do you need any help in there?" Violet called.

"No, thank you. I'm ready to go to school," I said, bounding out the bathroom.

Nicholas gave me a loving smile. "The car is out back." he said.

Violet took my hand, and we headed out back into Mr. Vernon's office.