"Hurry up, girls!" John called from downstairs. "It's time for me to drive you to school. I can't be late for my first job!" Naomi and Emma rushed down the stairs. "We're ready, John."
"Please, call me dad, Emma." John insisted. Emma didn't quite feel right to call John her father. He was too… different.
After they got out of the house, John began to lock the door. Emma and Naomi were fighting over who rides in the front seat. "You sat in the front last time!" Emma protested. "But I called it!" Naomi said back.
"Why don't you both sit in the back? I have to put some things for work in that seat anyway."
Naomi and Emma glared at each other. "Afterschool, why don't we go out to eat?" He suggested.
Naomi ignored him and slammed the car door. "I am not getting in that car with her in it. She's such a spoiled BRAT!" Emma refused.
"I hate you Emma! You know, I had to convince my dad to adopt YOU." Naomi had heard what Emma said through the glass.
Her words truly hurt Emma, but Emma knew that what she (Emma) said was the truth.
John didn't know what to do. He wasn't prepared for this, because he only expected to bring home one daughter.
"Let's just relax. Today is the first day of high school, and we don't want petty arguments to ruin our mood, do we?"
"No." Emma said in a low voice. "I am never speaking to you again."
Emma ran down the street. "Emma, come back!" John ran after her, but stopped when he almost caught her to take a breath. "She's fast." he said under his breath.
Emma didn't know where she was going. Everything here was so new to , she sensed something. Something that was close. Her mind told her to go into a nearby hospital, so she did.
"How may I help you?" A woman behind a counter asked. "Cullen..." her mind whispered. Her mind was very strange, she didn't even know how to describe it.
"Um...Cullen?" she said.
"Oh, you need Dr. Cullen?" the woman began to write something.
There is a here? she thought. Apparently, yes, there was.
"He is in this room, but you have to make it quick. He has other appointments." She handed Emma a slip with the room number on it.
Why do I need to see ?
When Emma enters the room, it has three beds each separated by a curtain. "Can I help you with you?" a pale man with blonde hair asked. "Um, are you ?" tilted his head a little. He noticed that something about this girl reminded him of Elizabeth, his ex-wife centuries ago. Emma... her voice echoed in her head.
"I am Emma. I...just moved here. And I ran away..." She lowered her eyes and shook her head at the floor. "Would you like for me to call your parents?" the man asked.
"I don't know his number, and I don't know how to get home." She looked pathetic. What do you expect this man to do, Emma? she thought.
"His name was John though. He is my adoptive father." she said. Do you know how many John's there are in Washington? she angrily thought after.
Something about this man was familiar. And she didn't know what to say, or why her mind wanted her to go to was he so special?
drove Emma around just to see if she can find anything familiar. "Oh, I've seen that before!" She pointed at a gas station. "I remember John turning left to here," she said. Eventually, at around 6:00, Emma was home.
"Where have you been? You had me worried!" John and Emma exchanged a hug. John looked up at Dr. Cullen. "Who is this?" he asked.
"She arrived at the hospital, and she gave me the directions back to home."
John looked upset. "That wasn't the answer to my question."
said, "My name is Carlisle Cullen. I guess this is goodbye Emma. It was nice to meet you."
Carlisle got into his car, and drove off. "Don't you ever do that again young lady!" John turned around at Emma, furious.
She gasped. She had never seen him so angry before. But it was okay, she thought to herself. She did run away from home, and came back with a total stranger.