The Parent Trap
Chapter 1
Jazmine P.O.V.
Forks, Washington
One Month Later
"JAZMINE ROSABELLA CULLEN!"
I could hear mama yelling at me to get up, but I didn't want too. So I pulled the covers over my head and tried to go back to sleep. But mama just got on my bed and started to jump up and down on my bed.
"AHH! Stop it mama!" I yelled.
I could feel her get off my bed, but then felt hands and fingers starting to run along my right side under the cover. I couldn't help but giggle. I'm very ticklish on my right side.
"Please…stop…mama." I said between giggles. She finally stopped after I begged a little more. I pulled the cover off of my head and looked at my mama. "Jazmine, sweetheart, baby. You need to get up." She said softly.
"5 more minutes." And with that I pulled the cover back over my head.
"No, sweetheart we only have 2 and a half hours to get ready. You don't want to be late for your ride to art camp do you?" she asked.
At the words 'art camp'. I jumped out of bed and ran past mama saying a quick 'thanks' on the way out. I had completely forgotten about it. I had applied to the La Push Art Camp a mouth before school had ended and had gotten in. The art camp was on the La Push reservation, not that far away from Forks.
After running into the bathroom and shutting the door I turned on the water to the shower. While the water was heating I went to the sink to brush my teeth. My shoulder length blond curls looked like a birds nest. Mama always tells me that I had my dad's hair.
When I got done with my teeth, I went to check on the water and it was just right. After the shower I dried my hair with a towel and put on the fresh clothes (sweater, underwear, jeans, and socks) that mama had put on the toilet seat. When I opened the door to the bathroom, I could smell that mama had started making breakfast. As I walked down the hallway of our two bedroom one bath house, the smell of eggs and bacon got stronger. As I got closer to the corner l heard a booming voice.
"Morin' short stuff!" Said the booming voice.
I looked around the corner to see my uncle Emmet sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast.
"Uncle Emmet!" I squealed as I ran over to hug him. When I got there he got up from the table and picked me up and gave me a great big bear hug.
"Alright bro, let my little girl go. She needs to eat her breakfast." Uncle Emmet put me down mumbling something about mama being a 'spoil sport'. When my feet hit the floor I ran over to mama, who had a plate of eggs and bacon. I took the plate over to the table and sat it down. Looking up at Uncle Emmet, I gave him an evil looking glare. "Keep your hands off my food. You got it?" I asked.
He just laughed. "Yeah I got it."
As I ran to the fridge to get some milk, I saw mama dancing around the kitchen and singing Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Mama is a very pretty person. She has shoulder length black hair and deep blue eyes. I have the same eye color as mama, the same with me being the shortest 9 year old in my class, being really hyper, loving art and fashion. Mama is the one and only Alice Cullen. She owns several bridal shops in Washington. She also does most of the designs herself. But she loves her home town, Forks, and so do I. She's not much for city life and only goes to the big cities when her work really needs her.
"Hey mama can you French braid my hair before we leave?" I asked when I finished my food. Mama had got a call last night saying that she was really needed at one of the shops up state. That's why Uncle Emmet was here. He was giving me a ride to camp. He owned his own security company in Port Angeles so he could come and go as he pleased.
"Sure. You have very thing you need right?" she asked.
"I have all my clothes in the suitcase and have pictures of you, Emmet, Edward, Grandma and Grandpa…" I paused and looking at my fingers while I said everyone and then remembered. "Oh, and Bella!"
"Yeah you better remember my picture brat. Oh and Ali you should be more worried about flying than an 9 year olds suitcase." said Uncle Emmet. Both me and mama stick out our tongues at him.
"Oh shut up, Em! Why don't you go and get my bag and start the car, while I French braid Jazzy's hair."
"Alright, Pixie. Hey, Pixie Jr., want me to get your stuff too?"
"No. I can get it."
It only took 10 minutes for mama to do my hair and it took Uncle Emmet the same amount of time to get mama's bag and to start the car because he kept making jokes about planes and camps. Mama came very close to hitting him.
When she was done with my hair I ran into my room to get my bags. But before I got my things I went to my small sized dresser with a mirror that Grandpa, Uncle Edward, and Uncle Emmet had put up for me, and on top of the dresser was a jewelry box that had the only jewelry I had and the pictures that I was taking to camp. So as quick as I could I put on my jade stud earrings, the sliver oval locket I was given when I was born that has a J written in blue gems. With them on I looked inside the box and pulled out my most important picture.
It showed a man in his mid-too late twenty's, with a deep right dimple, his blond wavy hair was pushed behind his ears and his green eyes were bright with laughter. He was wearing a black button down shirt and blue jeans, setting on red couch. The picture had been ripped in half, taking most of his left arm and leg.
This is a picture of my father. He and mama had parted ways not long after I was born. They had been married for two and half years. When I would ask mama about him, she would tell me about his southern accent and the way he would laugh at jokes. They met on a cruise. But that's all she would tell me about that part of her life. She said that she would tell me more when I got older, because I couldn't understand now.
Why do adults make things so hard? I can understand a lot more than the kids in my class!
APVO
I was standing in Jazmine's room watching her. She was holding the picture of her father.
She is so much like him. Her blond hair, the dimples, and the laugh. They're all his.
Just thinking about him makes my chest ache with longing and loss. Because when I had left him I left two very important things with him.
"Hey are we going to leave anytime soon or should I just leave without you?"
Both me and Jazmine screamed and jumped at Emmet's question. Emmet just started laughing his ass off.
Jerk!
"Emmet you jerk! Don't scare us like that!" I yelled at him. I was yelling at Emmet when I felt a buzz go past me.
"Come on mama, Uncle Emmet! We can't be late." Jazmine shouted as she ran down the hallway.
"I guess we should be going, Pixie. Hey Jazzy you better not drive away in my car!" And with that Emmet ran into the hallway after Jazmine.
I wonder what Jasper and Alicia are doing now?
As I walked out of the front door and started to lock it. I could hear a little girl's giggles and stopped thinking about what I lost 9 years ago.