A/N: The room pairings, for the Cullen's, will be:

Alice and Rosalie in Alice and Jasper's room, Edward and Jacob in Edward and Bella's room, Nessie and Bella in Jake and Nessie's room,

Jasper and Emmett in Rosalie and Emmett's room

Carlisle in his room

Yukiko in the Guest Bedroom

This chapter is all when Esme meets the Lee's. I don't own anything you recognize or brand names! Oh, and I don't own anything about the House Of Night series Amaya mentions or whoever mentions or if the Cullen's are followers of Nyx.

Esme's POV

I walked out of the limo and up to the house. It was average, two floors, and a basement, the first impression.

I opened the front door. The small hallway had three doorways: One leading to the dining room, one to the kitchen, and to the basement, with a stairway in the middle.

I went to the basement first. Gray cement walls and floors, and was a storage area with boxes piled everywhere, labeled.

"Someone likes organizing," I said.

I walked back up the stairs and into the hallway, deciding to look upstairs next.

There was a long hallway to both sides of me. Right in front of me was a door.

I opened the door and found tan-colored walls and white tiled floors, with one sink and a mirror. Very plain. I shut that door and walked back out into the hallway.

I chose to go to the left side first. There was one door to my right.

I opened up that door and saw a sky blue room with white carpeting. There was a toddler bed in the middle with blue blankets. There were no toys anywhere. Ian's.

"If there is a toddler in this house, why are there no toys anywhere?" I asked.

I closed that door and went down the hallway a bit to the next room on my left.

I opened up that door. The walls were a royal purple with black carpeting. There was a desk, a black, royal purple, and turquoise blankets on the wooden-framed bed, and a dresser and a closet. There was also a window seat in the room. Amaya's.

"This looks like a teenager's, although, I can't understand why there is no mess," I said to the cameras.

I closed the door and went back down the hall to my right. There was another door, this one had dark blue walls, white carpeting, and a desk with another dresser and closet. There was a picture of a boy in a football jersey. The bed was all black. Anthony's.

"Teenager, again, but no mess. How odd," I muttered.

I closed the door and went down to the end of the hallway. There was a door. I opened it and went in.

This had light pink walls and lavender carpeting. The blankets were light pink and pillows were lavender. The dresser and desk and closet were there. Natalie's.

"This looks like a young girl's room," I mused.

I went all the way to the other end and saw a guest bedroom. This was a light blue with a small dresser and a futon. Great. Dark brown carpeting.

I went into the master bedroom. This was quite plain, white walls and white carpeting.

I went back downstairs. I went into the dining room. Brown on brown. I didn't like this color scheme, not at all.

The kitchen was either white or stainless steel with brown wood cupboards. I opened up the fridge and shuddered at what I had found. "Meat! Gross! That's so unhealthy to eat meat all the time," I said.

There was the living room. In it, on the coffee table, was a book. The walls were a beige, the floor a light copper carpet. I sighed and picked up the book.

The Lee Family Manuel.

"This will be quite an interesting two weeks," I said.

Dear Replacement,

In the Lee household we value eating meat, our children being respectful, no nicknames, and discipline. We are volunteering every week , and we also uphold a very strong belief in God. We hold weekly family meetings and pray and read the Scriptures every night. This Manuel will help you learn our family's ways.

In Faith,

Yukiko Lee

"Well. This is going to be quite a week," I said.

Our Children

We have four kids.

Amaya, she's our oldest, she's a sophomore in high school, she is fifteen and loves drama and dance, which I absolutely forbid. She hates that we have no nicknames in this household. She is the creative, quiet type. She plays the flute, but does not march. She is also into baton twirling, another thing I forbid. She is our little rebel.

I wrinkled my forehead. "Forbidding a child from doing stuff they like? How is this family run?" I muttered.

Anthony, he's our second oldest, is an eighth grader, he plays football and soccer. These sports I forbid, and do not encourage him to do these things. He likes to hang out with his friends, and keeps complaining about wanting a girlfriend, another thing I forbid. They should wait until college, at least. He is also an active member of the FFA, and various other clubs which I support. He keeps complaining, "I'm bored. I don't want to do these clubs," I just ignore him. He will do these clubs. He wants more freedom and sometime to actually enjoy what he wants to do.

I was shocked, absolutely floored. "What? Forcing a child to do clubs? What are these people thinking?" I almost screamed.

Natalie, she's our third, she's 10, and would rather do arts and crafts and weapons than the clubs I put her in, like Reading Club, Math Club, and Wildlife Club. She is very upset that she cannot do what she likes, another thing I forbid. The kids have to ask me to do what they want, and then I either grant them permission or not. She is a sweet little girl though.

"Making a fourth grader do clubs too? What? A fourth grader needs to be a kid and have fun!" I said, shaking my head.

Ian is our youngest, he is three. He will not answer to me, only to his father. Maybe you can get to him. I can only get to him through talking slow and quiet. He is not a bad kid, my husband says he needs more freedom, though. I don't agree. A little boy should be nice and quiet, not loud and impolite.

"Should be nice and quiet? A boy? What is this mother thinking?" I said, clearly confused.

I flipped the page.

Our Way Of Life

We eat meat. It is part of our everyday meals. Snacks, even, and the meat is healthy for you. Anytime the kids want meat they may have it, but not any junk food. This includes bottled lemonade from brands like Simply Lemonade, Minute Maid, etc. They should not have sugar or pop but once every two days. We also volunteer in the community every week, and Amaya, Anthony, and Natalie volunteer at the Public Library, the only thing they enjoy that I put them in.

I sighed and shook my head. "These kids must not have time to be kids, or spend all their time cleaning," I said.

I turned the page again.

Last Thoughts

We hope that you will enjoy your stay here at our house, and maybe you will find something to take home with you. God bless you!

I sighed. This was going to be a long, long, long week, until the rule change.

After a few minutes of sitting in the living room, I heard a car pull up.

The children walked in, and the father was last.

I stood. "Hello, I'm Esme Cullen," I said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm James Lee," the man said, he looked about 40. His wife was 36, about a four year age difference.

"I'm Amaya," the girl in a black cami and royal purple shorts said.

"I'm Anthony!" The oldest boy said, he was the football player, obviously, just by his jersey and jeans.

"I'm Natalie." A small girl said.

"I'm Ian," The little boy said excitedly.

I laughed.

"So, what's your story?" James asked.

"I am 26, and my husband Carlisle and I have adopted eight kids, seven teenagers and a little girl," I said.

"Aren't you a little young to be handling all those kids?" he asked.

"No. And if I recall correctly, this one," I said, pointing to Amaya, "Is your little 'rebel'"

"Well, um, yes," he babbled.

"Well, why is she classified as a 'rebel'?" I asked.

"She doesn't worship as we do. She worships-" he was cut off by Amaya.

"-I worship the Goddess Nyx, who is night personified." she said.

I was surprised. "My family does too," I said.

She nodded. Anthony and Natalie wanted to agree with Amaya, but didn't want t offend their father. Too much strictness.

"Well, I am going to talk with each of the children individually now," I said.

Amaya nodded and stepped up to the couch and sat down. The rest went upstairs, and James went to change.

"So do you go to a House Of Night school?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No. I'm not Marked or anything, why should I? There's been no vampyres in my family."

I nodded.

"So are your mother and father forgiving about that?" I asked.

"No. They are from the People Of Faith, so that's why. I have to keep up a facade." she said. "For the 'church' and all that,"

"Okay. Well, I'll talk to you later," I said to Amaya.

She nodded and went back to her room.

Anthony came down next.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi," he grunted.

"So what do you like to do?" I asked him.

"Play football, sports, watch TV, that's about all." he said.

He was clearly bored with this. I was too, and I didn't want to do this anymore.

"Well, maybe, we can talk later, if you want," I said.

He nodded.

"See you later," I said.

He just went up the stairs.

I didn't call Natalie or Ian down. They were just children, but young children at that. I noticed that Yukiko made dinner, so I started making Hamburger Helper Cheeseburger Macaroni. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of meat. I still couldn't understand how they could stand to eat this repulsive stuff.

I wondered how my children were doing. I hoped that Yukiko wasn't too hard on them already. As I set the food down on the table, I heard the kids quietly start coming downstairs from their rooms. I looked at the clock. It was six. I assumed that they always ate dinner at this time.

As we sat down to eat, we said grace, then started eating. No one said a word. I forced myself to take a small portion, knowing I could just throw it up later tonight. My mind wandered back to my family. I wondered how Alice's dance class went. I wondered how Rosalie's dance class went. I wondered how Nessie's gymnastics lesson went. I wondered if Bella learned anything new for her instrument. I wondered how Jasper did at his soccer game. I wondered how Emmett did at his football game. I wondered how Jacob did at his rugby game. I wondered if Edward had composed anything new on the piano. I wondered how Carlisle's shift went at the hospital.

God, I missed my family.

Ta-da! Fourth chapter, done! Now, thanks to ZivaKateAbby4Eva for helping me with typing and a few ideas. Now, I know this chapter was kind of short, Ziv ran out of some ideas, so we went brainwashed. So, well, hope this one was hopefully as good as the other three. I really hope this didn't disappoint! I know, the Esme's POVs are not as good as Yukiko's POVs, but, well, I guess it'll have to be that way. Check it again and again for the new chapter! Review, review, review! It makes our day!