Aaron
"But mom, everyone else is going camping! Why do I have to say home and go to school?" I asked Leah. "You have to, because I said so. Besides, not everyone else is hunting; Carlisle and Esme are staying home. Esme insisted on staying home with you, so fix your attitude LilyAnn! Carlisle has a job you know, and your job is to go to school and get good grades or else… Now go get your siblings up and ready for kindergarten." Leah said. Even though she was my mom, it was hard to think of her as such, since I was virtually the same age.
I ran to the boys' room first, they would be the fastest to dress. I got out their matching outfits, with their names embroidered onto the back, so that you could tell them apart. Then very carefully without waking them up, I got them dressed. Jackson and Joeseph were by far the easiest being boys. Then I went to Amelia's room, Alice and Jazz finally convinced my parents to let me have my own room. And then they decorated it for me.
Mom always dressed Amelia in pink and purple dresses with little matching socks. And telling her that she would forever be her baby girl. Unlike her older sister LilyAnn who grew up as soon as I was out of the womb. I was so amazing, that I didn't even have to go through the awkward stages of life. I was already beautiful.
I liked to dress her up in jean miniskirts and tank tops. Pretty much any color except pink and purple. I gently shook Amelia's fragile, little shoulders. "Come on sis, wakeup I have to get you ready for school." I said. Amelia rolled over and looked up at me her green eyes all tired. "What time is it?" she asked. "Time for school, mom told me to dress you today." I answered her. "May you do my hair like yours?" she begged me. "Of course I can." I said giving her a kiss on her chubby cheek.
I hurried to get her dressed, and then she ran into her private bathroom and waited for me to come in and do her hair. "Do you think momma would mind if you cut my hair?" she asked as I began to French braid it. "Probably, she's pretty strict about having you stay a baby. But you can ask her later if you want to." I said, finishing one side and putting a green bow in it before I started on the other. "I love you LilyAnn. Cause you always make me feel all growed up. But sometimes I wish that I had a sister my age to play with." I laughed and sent her downstairs to eat breakfast.
I went to my room and put a whit miniskirt and green tank top into my bag then I put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Dad wouldn't let me out of the house with my stomach showing, so I always changed when I got to school. I tossed a pair of heels into my bag and left for school.
= = = = = = At school I got dressed and fixed my hair and make-up. Then I went to class, with all of the delicious smelling humans that had no idea that I could kill them all within seconds. I was so thirsty that I could, but mom and dad would practically murder me if I tried. After school I had cheer practice and I was dating Aaron, the captain of the football team and most sought after male in the whole school. Today would be extremely dangerous for me to hang out with him. I really don't want to slip up and kill him. That would suck and everyone would wonder where his body went…
The bell rang and I had almost an hour until practice. I felt someones arm snake around my waist and knew that Aaron would want to get out of here. "Let's go babe." he said. We walked to his car and almost as soon as I got in he started kissing me. I kissed him back, but quickly pulled away, so as not to be tempted. We pulled up to his house and he grabbed a six pack of beers before going up to his room.
Aaron grabbed my shirt "Come on," he slurred. "I don't think so, you're drunk and I'm not very much in control of myself either." I said, because I was thirsty, not because I drank any pf his nasty liquids. I pried his fingers from my shirt. Aaron pulled me to him and crushed his lips down to mine, in the same instant that I snapped.
Cliff hanger: Does Aaron die? What does LilyAnn do? Message me if you like it. I may not be able to get on very often.