Welcome Australia and Mexico to the list of countries that have read my story! And this chapter is for mini Cullen who was the first to review chapter 2. :D
purple giraffe: Just let all the characters come in. They will all be here, you just have to let them be introduced. Some maybe not until halfway through (Mike Newton, Esme)
Disclaimer: I d-d-d-on't own-n-n-n Twil-l-l-light? Lawyer: NO dumbass…
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*Flashback* third person POV
The little girl sat on the orange shag carpet dumping out her nightgown drawer, that way she would be able to re-organize it the way she wanted to. She had a blond mane of curly hair that almost overwhelmed her small frame. Her large ocean blue eyes showed the innocence and youth that only a six year old can possess. Too bad they would not stay that way for much longer. She was a gorgeous child that was extremely intelligent for her age, having started reading Harry Potter books in kindergarten.
Her thoughts were not filled of cookies, butterflies, and dresses at that moment, as most 6 year old little girls thoughts were. No, they were filled with ideas. Her parents were arguing loudly in the kitchen, using bad words she did not understand the meaning of. Honestly, she had no idea what they were arguing about and was wondering why they never stopped. She mindlessly folded oversized t-shirts that served as her night gown into the drawer, and then she realized that it was silent for a moment. A few seconds later her mother, a beautiful blonde who the little girl was almost an exact replica of, opened the door.
"Rose, honey, are you okay?"Her mother said.
The little girl looked up at her from the floor with her ocean blue eyes, "Mommy, can we buy me some ear plugs?"
Her mother's brow furrowed wondering why a little girl would need earplugs, "For what, honey?" She questioned.
"So my ears and head won't hurt when you and daddy yell and argue." Her mother was a bit shocked that her daughter would ask for that.
"Let's go get you some Tylenol honey," she said knowing that her daughter had a headache from what she had said.
"But I hate medicine!" The little girl pouted, the thought of the taste of medicine pushing her strange request to the back of her mind.
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Rose's POV Two weeks into the school year
I blinked a couple times bringing me back from my zoned out flashback. That is not the first memory I have of my parents arguing, but it is the earliest most detailed one. I never did get earplugs. Hmmm…
"Are you with us? Hello..?" I looked up, embarrassed, to the face of my algebra-1 teacher. I noticed the rest of the room staring at me, resulting in me looking down and blushing for not paying attention. It's not my fault that I can't pay attention. Most of the time what he's saying doesn't make any sense, but that is mostly because of his accent. He was Canadian and his every word had me confused (AN: no offense to anyone). His appearance and stature reminded me of that of a toad.
"I'm here…" I dragged out lamely. This class was seriously killing me. I was tired all the time and therefore had a short attention span, and algebra just wasn't commanding all too much of it. I felt so stupid in it! I mean last year I was in the academic top ten and almost always had the highest grade in my math class. The lowest grade I had ever gotten on a math test was a 96. And now? I am almost failing.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class and the start of lunch. This school was so damned small that all of the seventh and eighth graders had the same lunch period. The middle school population was more or less around 300. I walked through the overcrowded breezeway filled with dumbasses, sluts, and nerds… oh my!
"Rosalie! Rosalie!" I heard being shouted. Oh god. Just about three times a day one of Royce's friends would ask me why I wouldn't go out with Royce. I would simply reply 'Leave me alone creep, before your looking up at the sky, instead of at me'. I ignored whoever it was, and walked faster.
As I strolled into the lunchroom I immediately spotted Bella. She was at our usual table for eight waiting with her tin hello kitty lunch box. I worried about her sometimes. She ate all the time, but at 4'11 and 3 quarters she was only 78 pounds. She was not anorexic because she ate all the time. Bella was just that way, she was that skinny when I met her and she hasn't changed all too much. She jumped up with a smile on her face waving at me and somehow managed to stumble in place. Hmm…
I waved back at her, allowing my long legs to carry me the short distance to our table. We were soon joined by Alice, Angela, and a few other people I honestly didn't care too much about. Angela was about the same size as Bella, but a few pounds heavier. Angela was in ballet as well, but she went to a different studio then Bella and I.
"Hey, have you seen that new guy in eighth grade?" Angela asked us, looking around for recognition. We shook our heads, confused. I thought back to the social, remembering a guy with strange, messy bronze hair who I thought was kind of cute, but not as much as Paul was. "Well, his name is Edward and he is really…" she trailed off looking out the almost completely window side of the cafeteria and we saw him. He was in fact the boy with the strange, messy bronze hair walking by laughing at something his friend said. I turned to see Angela and Bella blushing (surprise, surprise) and staring in awe. Alice was doing the same thing, except her mouth was open in a comical 'o' shape.
I sighed. Soon enough our table was cleared to leave and we walked towards the breezeway that led back to the middle school. Alice and I exchanged a look and took off. We ran in a zigzag pattern touching the wall then running off to touch the wall on the other side. We laughed at the confused faces of Angela and Bella, and the shocked faces of the rest of the student body, who never did anything "out of the norm". We slowed to a walk once we neared the patio, waiting for Angela and Bella to catch up.
Alice nudged me, "Rosalie, look at that crowd." I looked over to see the covered area where we had a 10 minute break after lunch had a small crowd of boys surrounding a different boy, having cornered him into a column. They appeared to be cheering him on to do something, but I had not idea what of. By this time Bella and Angela were with us as we walked towards the crowd to go set our stuff down. Cornered against the column was Royce. Oh god.
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AN: OK, you guys know the drill I want 2 reviews! I don't ask much seeing as I have had 45 visitors and only have 7 reviews. I have freshly baked Jasper brownies for all reviewers! :D