Sorry it took so long to update. I was trying to get a Beta, but she quit on me. Well I hope you guys like it.


Chapter three: Home

"Isabella honey, were here." Said a sweet voice. I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Cullen smiling at me kindly. The car had stopped and I noticed that Mr. Cullen had gotten my luggage and was taking it up the front porch.

I rubbed my eyes before slowly getting out of the car. The house was beautiful. It was painted a soft, faded white, three stories high, and rectangular. The house looked to be almost hundred years old. Long pillars were on either side of the house, supporting the part of the roof that jutted out. Definitely nicer than my old messed up house.

I followed the Cullen's into the house and looked around. It was just as nice. It was very bright. The walls, high-beamed ceiling, the wooden floors, and the thick carpets were all varying shades of white. A massive curving staircase dominated the west side of the room.

I followed them upstairs and into a large room. The walls were painted a pale pink. White curtains hung on either side of the large window; over-looking the front yard. On the east side of the wall were two full sized beds. The one closest to the window had a soft blue comforter on it, while the other had a bright pink comforter. On the opposite side - attached to the wall was a big flat screen.

Mrs. Cullen offered to help me unpack as Mr. Cullen set my stuff down on the blue bed before leaving. I agreed, so she started taking my clothes out of my bag and began placing them neatly in the drawer next to my bed.

"You have a lovely home, Mrs. Cullen." I said trying to make conversation.

"Thank you," She smiled, "And please call me Esme, Isabella."

"Only if you call me Bella." I grinned.

"Alright, Bella it is then." She laughed and was about to say something else when a small girl walked into the room.

She gave a loud squeal before throwing her arms around me and giving me a strong hug. She was small, but strong. "I'm so glad you're here, Bella!"

When she let me go I was able to get a better look at her. She was around the same age as me. She was petite and pixie-like, standing at about 4'10". She also had short, spiky, black hair.

"Bella? How did you know my name?" I asked.

"Do you prefer Isabella?" She asked, raising her eyebrow slightly in surprise.

"No I like Bella. I was just wondering how you knew to call me that." I said, sounding like a complete idiot.

"Oh, I know these things Bella." She said seriously. I just looked at her, confusion written all over my face.

Esme elaborated. "Alice thinks she can see the future. She has these 'visions' frequently sometimes."

"I can see the future," Alice argued, sticking her tongue out at her mother.

"Alice Cullen did you stick your tongue out at me?" Esme demanded of her daughter.

"No…" She said innocently, "Bella do you want a tour of the house?"

"Sure," I smiled. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room

The hallway was long and wide; pictures hung on the wall. One was of a young couple; the girl was wearing a beautiful white gown and the man had on a nice tuxedo. It must be Mr. and Mrs. Cullen's wedding picture, I thought. Another was of three young children on the beach. The oldest boy in the photo – who could be no more than five – was holding up shells and showing them off proudly for the camera; his smile showing off his adorable dimples. The other boy in the photo had his arms crossed and was trying not to laugh and then the young girl in the picture was crying- pointing to a stain on her swimsuit.

Alice noticed me staring at the pictures. "That picture," she pointed to the one of the young couple, "Is my Mother and Father on their wedding day. And that one was taken when I was four. The boy holding the shells is Emmett and the other boy is Edward. You'll meet them later and the cute little girl is me."

"Why are you crying in that picture?" I asked.

"Emmett got dirt on my swimsuit." She said, as if it was a perfectly reasonable answer.

"Oh," I let the subject drop.

"The door in front of you is Edward's room." Alice said.

I had my hand on the door and was about to open it when I heard music flowing from the room next to me. I compensated for a minute before letting go of the door handle and leaning my ear against the room that had the lovely music.

The music was complicated, but beautiful. Like nothing I've ever heard before. My ears were straining to here, so I quietly opened the door and saw the source of the beautiful music.

A man was sitting in front of a grand piano. His back was to me, but I could tell he was tall and lean. His hair was an untidy bronze color. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and see if it was really that soft.

I could tell the music was coming to an end so I took a step back and fell into the coat rack. The music immediately stopped and within a few seconds I was staring into the most beautiful pair of green eyes.


I hope you guys liked it! I will try to update as soon as I can. I will update my other stories, but you're gonna have to give me time. This story is the easiest to write so far. Thanks!

I promise my chapters will get longer.