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Hey, people… Sorry it has taken me so long to update this story, but I only write when I have time on my hands, when I have a good idea, or when I feel like it.


The Maybach 57 pulled into the driveway of a three-story house that was situated at the edge of the small town of Forks, surrounded by plenty of land and trees. The house itself was large and modern; it was made from slatted wood, concrete, and large glass windows. There was also a deep porch that wrapped around the house and a pool in the back.

"Isn't it just so beautiful?" Cordelia gushed as she gazed lovingly at the house.

Rosalie slammed the car door shut. "Yeah," she mumbled, glaring up at the house. "It's amazing."

"I call the biggest room." Jameson exclaimed, rushing towards the house.

"Not happening!" Rosalie called after him. She began her slow walk up to the house where she was being forced to live out the rest of her teenage years in a miserably, rainy town until she could move away when she was of legal age. She wasn't about to let herself be trapped in a place like Forks for the rest of her life.


As was expected, Rosalie had been given the biggest bedroom by her parents, aside from the master bedroom. She dropped her bags - these were the few possessions she had brought along with her – on the ground beside her king-sized bed. Everything else had been flown ahead of time to the house before the actual move. Her parents had wanted the move to be smooth and easy, without any trouble or difficulty.

Rosalie sat down on her comfortable mattress and looked around the room. It was a simple room with white painting and a large, walk-in closet. There was a door off to the side of the room leading into her personal bathroom, which was modernized and updated, and an open window overlooking the trees surrounding the house. The carpet covering the entire floor of the bedroom was white and soft; Rosalie enjoyed the feel of it underneath her bare feet.

I hate this town already… Rosalie thought as she set about unpacking all her boxes. She kept her door shut, wanting her privacy, and also not wanting to see or talk to her parents. She was still incredibly angry and upset with them. Rosalie just didn't understand how they thought they could force her – a city girl – to live in a dreary town like Forks.

When Cordelia called her down for takeout, Rosalie simply decided to ignore her mother and continued unpacking. Luckily, her parents took a hint this time and didn't call for her again, or come upstairs looking for her.

By 11 o'clock that night, Rosalie had managed to unpack half of her things. She wasn't planning on putting anything up on the wall yet because she wanted to paint them a different colour first. Possibly purple or navy; Rosalie wasn't exactly sure yet.

Yawning tiredly, Rosalie eventually decided that she'd done enough work for today. She was starting school tomorrow, so she figured she might as well go to sleep early. She was going to need all her energy to deal with the irritating people she was sure to encounter tomorrow.

Rosalie changed into her silk pajamas, turned off the lights, and crawled into her bed. As she lay there, she stared up at the dark ceiling. The only thing Rosalie was sure she would enjoy tomorrow was being the talk of the school. With a town as small as Forks, all the teenagers already knew about the arrival of the Hale family and were excitedly looking forward to seeing Rosalie and her brothers at school. Rosalie would be the centre of attention – everyone would be looking at her.

That thought made Rosalie smile and she turned on her side, closing her eyes and drifting off into sleep.


The next morning, Rosalie got up early. She needed plenty of time to get ready. If everyone was going to be looking her way today at school, she had to make sure that she looked absolutely fabulous.

Rosalie took a nice, long shower. When she was done, she stepped out and wrapped a fluffy white towel around herself. She brushed and flossed her teeth, plugged in her hair curler to warm up, and then blow-dried and brushed her hair. With that all taken care of, Rosalie headed back into her bedroom and changed into the outfit she'd laid out on her bed.

Rosalie had chosen to wear a long-length, black ribbed tank top with a pair of skinny jeans. Over the tank top, she pulled on a gray button-up jacket along with a white, Ardmore scarf. She returned to bathroom and curled her hair, making sure the ringlets were perfect and bouncy. Rosalie also applied her makeup – choosing to go with a dark, smoky look and seductive red lipstick – and chose a pair of beaded hoop earrings to wear. To finish her outfit, Rosalie slipped on a long, heart pendant necklace and her Vince Camuto Trish pumps.

Smiling at her reflection in the body-length mirror, Rosalie decided she was definitely ready for the day. She grabbed her over-the-shoulder book bag, the keys to her red convertible from her nightstand, and then headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, Rosalie was greeted with a smile from her mother.

"Are you ready for today?" Cordelia questioned, handing Rosalie a plate of pancakes as well as a glass of milk.

"I am," Rosalie nodded her head as she poured a lot of syrup onto her pancakes.

Cordelia shook her head when she saw what Rosalie was doing. "You're going to have more syrup than pancakes, sweetie."

"I like syrup."

Alexander and Jameson came strolling into the kitchen. They both sat down at the table – Alexander next to Rosalie and Jameson across from them – and Cordelia handed them each a plate of pancakes.

"Hey, Rosie, are you giving us a drive to school, too?" Alexander asked, gesturing to himself and James.

"No, I'm not." Rosalie told him after she had swallowed a huge piece of a syrup-covered pancake. "You are both sixteen years old – drive yourselves to school."

Cordelia frowned. "Rosie –"

"Oh, I've got to go." Rosalie cut her mother off. She quickly picked up her book bag and keys. "I've got to get my locker number and class schedule, so I better not be late."

"Rosalie! –"

"Bye!" Rosalie slammed the front door shut before her mother could say anything more.


With the way she drove, Rosalie got to school in no time. She pulled into the Forks High school parking lot and parked next to an old red truck. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of it. Some people have absolutely no taste in vehicles, she thought as she glared at the rusty truck as though it had just offended her.

Looking around the parking lot, she noticed that most of the cars weren't as good as hers. Though she did notice a Volvo 360R across the parking lot from her; it was fairly nice, but it was nothing Rosalie would ever choose to drive. Parked next to it was dirty Jeep Wrangler.

Pulling the sun visor down, Rosalie checked to make sure her hair and makeup was perfect. I look great, she smiled at her reflection before lifting the sun visor back up and getting out of her convertible. She closed the door and locked it, though she was sure she probably didn't need to do something like that in a town like Forks. Just taking precautions, I guess… Rosalie thought with a shrug of her shoulders.

Rosalie forced a smile on her face – which she knew would certainly fool everyone else – and strolled towards the school building to start the day.


And that's the second chapter! Yeah!

Just in case you're wondering… Alexander and Jameson are twins.

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