Last time...
But what really stuck out was the fact he was staring at their bedroom window so intensely, that nothing had fazed him, and as he stood there, he realised, nothing ever would.
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Roxanna's POV.
For me, life's always been a little hectic, I've always had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was off. And lately that feeling had gotten so much stronger. As I opened my eyes I was met with darkness, and glancing at the clock on the table by my bed I realised I still had four hours before the sun would even be up. My eyes settled on the window that I was currently facing with a sigh as I realised that it was cracked open. Lightning cracked across the sky, lighting my bedroom. Thunder cracked not more than two minutes later, shaking our small house. I sighed and sat up in bed, setting my feet on the carpet floor before pulling myself out of my warm bed.
I quietly walked over to the window and pulled it shut, ignoring the gut feeling that I was being watched before I slowly walked out of my room and into the warm hallway. I glanced into the room across from mine to see my brother David, my twin brother, was currently sleeping soundly in his bed, snoring away. An atomic bomb could go off in there and he would sleep soundly through it. He had short, a few inches above the shoulders, bronze hair and big brown eyes. Although David was the biggest geek I've ever met, he also had one amazing, football player build but that was probably because he was on the soccer team at San Fransisco high school. I sighed and quickly walked down the hallway.
I looked down, softly laughing as I realised I was only wearing a light pink tank top and pink boy shorts. My shoulder length brown hair was messed up and wavy and my bangs hung in front of my big brown eyes. I glanced towards our 13 year old little sister Alison's bedroom, peaking into it with a half smile. She laid sleeping in a jumble of stuffed animals, hugging onto one of them for dear life.
Smiling softly I made my way down the staircase and into our kitchen. My mom had painted it soft baby blue with white marble counter tops, a high-tech stove, sink and fridge sat still in the kitchen. I looked towards the wooden table noticing my dad at the lap top typing away.
"Daddy?" I asked with a soft, tiered voice.
He looked up, a bit surprised that I was even up, I guess whatever he was working on, he was very into it.
"Hey Roxy, what are you doing up?" He asked, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall.
"The storm woke me up, I came down to get some water, what are you doing?" I asked, walking towards the cupboards.
"Just doing some work." He said, shutting the laptop.
I gave him a soft smile before walking over to him.
"Hey daddy?" I asked softly, sitting in the chair next to him.
"Yes?" He asked looking into my eyes.
For it being four A.M. he was, oddly, totally awake.
"Have you ever felt this feeling, one you can't shake?" I asked.
"I'm not sure." He said. "Why?"
I looked at him, sighing. I was crazy.
"Never mind. I'm going up to bed." I whispered with a smile.
He smiled at me, kissing my forehead before I walked into the foyer. I stopped when I felt eyes on me and turned around realising I was standing in front of the window. I glanced out, searching, but found nothing, something just wasn't right, it felt like someone was here, watching waiting, standing in the sideline waiting to strike. I guess I was going crazy, either that or I was just exhausted, but that didn't mean I wasn't worried. I sighed and walked up the stairs to my bedroom, ignoring that little feeling in my heart before climbing into my bed once more and laying down to fall asleep.
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Hours later.....
As David and I got out of our black convertible Audi TT, the warm, foggy air swept my hair around me and nipped at my sweat shirt. I glanced over at David, who was climbing out of the drivers seat. He had his messy, and he was wearing a red shirt on and black sweatpants that had the soccer team logo stitched into the side of his left leg. I had my hair down and I had on light blue sweatpants with 'Angle' stitched in the butt with white letters, a matching light blue zip up sweat shirt and a light blue tank tops. David and I acted so unalike, but really we were very close, and very similar, it was just easier to act like we had nothing in common. David was grabbing his black laptop bag from the seat and moving a strand of hair out of his eyes while he smiled at me, I smiled back and pulled out my small messenger bag before putting on some pink, strawberry lip gloss.
"I can't believe today is our sixteenth birthday!" David said with a smile as we began to walk up the stone steps of San Fransisco high school.
"I know, it feels so strange." I said, pushing the metal doors open so we could walk in.
"So do you still want to get your belly button pierced?" David asked as we made our way through the bland hallways.
They were painted yellow when the school had first opened, with matching blue lockers for our school colors, but after all these years the colors had faded and the wooden doors had become shades lighter. Everything had lost its shine and the once new technology was long past for update.
"Are you kidding? I'd love that but dad would flip. The one time I brought it up, he said there was no way he was letting his 'baby girl defile her body' if he had any say in it."
David laughed at that as we walked towards our lockers.
"I say go for it, you only get to live once, I just hope he doesn't have a stroke when he finds out." David said.
We knew he wouldn't. He looked so young, along with mom, he looked like he was eighteen rather than thirty one, we had always found that odd, but we figured maybe it was his parents' genes or something. You see we had never met our grandparents, we know their names, Esme and Carlisle, they had apparently died when we were young, and we know we had two aunts and two uncles, but we hadn't met them either, something about Uncle Jasper being in the military and Uncle Emmett was taking over Grandpa's business somewhere in Italy, and our Aunts were with their husbands, helping them when they could, so we never did meet them, so we never knew much about dad's side.
But we know about mom's side, she just has her parents, her step father had died in a car accident years ago, and she never had any siblings. First there's grandpa Charlie, he lives in the rainy state of Forks, Washington, we see him for our birthdays and for Christmas, so we'd be seeing him soon. Then, there was Grandma Renee, she lived in Florida, but we barley saw her.
I smiled at David as he talked before I turned and saw this boy, who was maybe sixteen years old. He was tall and had long dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He had on blue jeans that were torn around the knee and a black tee-shirt lay under a black jacket. He was walking alone, his head down as he read off a piece of paper, maybe his schedule.
"Roxy? Roxanna?"
I turned and looked at David, blushing slightly.
"Sorry David, what were you saying?" I asked.
He glanced back at the boy and glared at him, turning on his killer, 'absolutely not' glare. David was always way to protective if you ask me.
"No way, he's the new kid, and I heard he's only staying here for like a month, why get involved?" He asked, looking forward at him.
"I wasn't going to 'get involved' I was only looking. Now back on topic."
"Whatever, but I still say don't do it." He said before he went on with whatever he was talking about.
I glanced back at the boy one more time before I shut my locker and followed David down the hallway.
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