Their Children

Chapter 1

I wouldn't exactly call myself a trouble maker... But, then again, I always was the exact opposite of my straight-laced twin-sister, Rori. No, I wasn't a trouble- maker... I was trouble in the flesh.

My sister, on the other hand, was an angel. She never did a thing wrong. No, she was daddy's little girl, all right. That's probably the reason I preffered my mother and Auntie Alice and Uncle Emmett. They never had a thing with favorites unlike my father, Auntie Rosalie and Uncle Jasper. I didn't include my grandparents, Carlisle and Esme, because they just sat back an watched the fun, so to speak. Anyway, the real matter was that Rori was our father's favorite. How do I know?

I have proof.

The first piece of evidence has but one word: Grades.

My sister and I both have good grades, and originally my father checked them both. But, one time, in seventh grade... GASP!!!!!! I had a C. In science, no less. My father saw it, and had a fit. "Why can't you be more like Rori?" he wailed. "You're sister is an excellent example to follow!" Or something like that. I don't really remember all he said. I was too busy listening to a voice in my head, saying, "kill Rori..." Either way, my father never did check my grades again.

My second piece of evidence: Tattling. My god, how Rori LOVED to tell on me! One time, I tipped over the piano because I was lifting it up to catch a mouse...And two minutes later, down came my father, fury and all.

"Ruri Isabella-Marie Cullen!" He shouted. "Rori told me what you did, young lady!"

Shit, I remember thinking, I'm screwed.

At that moment, Rori gasped. "Ruri just cussed in her mind!" she exclaimed. "I heard it!"

I got in trouble BIG TIME for that, curtesy of my twin. But, here's the thing: Rori NEVER gets in trouble.

I caught her, once, using our Auntie Rosalie's makeup, and to get revenge, I told our father. His response:

"Really, Ruri, you need to grow up. Rori never tells."

My jaw dropped in surprise.

I didn't really have any other examples... But today really pissed me off.

"I told you to steer clear of that vase," scolded my father. "But do you listen? No, of course not!!"

I slapped my forehead. "It was an accident..."I snapped.

Would he believe me?

"You always say that!"

Never. He only believes Rori. Would he believe me if I told him that the apocalypse was coming?...Never mind, that was a dumb question...

"Rori..." I realized.

"Damn right, Rori told me! I can TRUST her!"

"Because she's your favorite!"

It seemed we were always getting into fights like that. But, he knew it was true. He needn't hide it.

I got up from my seat, and flung the door open. "Rori!" I called, and my twin snapped her head in my direction.

"You are SUCH a five year old!"

I hadn't noticed the rest of the family was going to hear this.

"Nuh-uh!" She protested.

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"I am NOT a five year old, Ruri!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Girls, cut it out!" Uncle Emmett ordered with his booming voice.

We both turned to him, and said, "Shut your FACE!!!!!"

If you ask me, he thought, you're both five year olds...

I guess the ability to read minds was a good thing...

"Hey!" Rori said offensively.

"Well, you are!" I snickered.

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Enough!!!" Our father shouted. "Ruri! To your room! NOW!"

I turned from them, and began making my way up the stairs.

"Loser..." I heard Rori say.

Oh, HELL no.

I spun around, and tackled Rori. We went skidding across the floor. I yanked at her hair, and she pulled on my cheek. Then, somebody pulled us apart from eachother.

My father pointed me up the stairs. "Screw you!" I said, and ran to my room, slamming the door. I was right: Rori WAS my father's favorite... And he hated me.

AN: I am very sorry for the shortness! This is a chapter I am least fond of... I kind of made it in a rush. I'm sorry. I will begin making the chapters longer! I promise!!!!!