Chapter Four

Pushing through the front door I realized something. All of the boxes from when we moved in had disappeared. I frowned and walked through the spotless living room to go through to the kitchen. My mother was there, bent down, putting the last of the cups and glasses onto a shelf.

"Hey Mum," said Bella cheerfully, pushing pass me to go hug Charlotte.

I have never called my mother, Charlotte, to her face, but I have always thought of her in that way.

"Oh, hi kids," Charlotte exclaimed surprisedly, standing up to receive Bella's hug.

"How was school?"

I shrugged, not one to be the hug-type of person. "You finished unpacking," I stated, changing the subject completely, not wanting to tell her about my school day. Charlotte and I aren't very close and lately I've been the moody teenage whom she tends to avoid. (She doesn't exactly like confrontation)

"Umm yeah, I finished around midday, but decided to have a sleep," she replied, a little confused about my coldness. But that's me, queen of coldness.

"I'm gonna go upstairs," I said, waving to everyone bye.

"Oh ok, see you later Rosalie," Charlotte said back, looking concerned. My family always worry, but seriously about what? I saw Jasper give me a questioning look but I ignored him.

I walked up the stairs, only pausing to look at a really nice close-up photo of my dad, Carlisle. It was taken at a camping trip we had in Alaska a while back. He has blonde hair that he always runs his hands through and deep brown eyes that seem to look right into you. Unlike Charlotte and me, I'm very close to my dad. That's why moving here seemed like a stupid plan since Carlisle wouldn't be here to keep the peace.

Stupid.

Walking into my room and dumping my bag on the floor, I glanced at my image in my mirror. My long blonde hair was shining with a little flower above my ear and my cheeks were still rosy red from blushing too much. Emmett somehow made me laugh and smile all day long.

Emmett.

After the afternoon bell rang this afternoon, he pulled me aside and presented to me a little flower he found in the school gardens. He smiled warmly at me and pressed the flower into my hair and afterwards looked right into my eyes. The moment was only broken when Alice called to us for Emmett to hurry up and get in the car.

CURSES ALICE!!

I shook my head out of my flashback and sweeped my eyes over my mess of a room. It sucks how much this room stinks. I used to have a huge bedroom and now I'm stuck in this hole. Unfair.

I picked up all my dirty clothes and made my way to the laundry.

"Oops, sorry Rose," Charlotte apologised immediately, after almost knocking me over in the hallway. Like I said, afraid of confrontation.

"Umm, that's OK, I wasn't looking where I was going, sorry," I replied back, looking at the ground. I started to walk away before Charlotte said suddenly," Rosalie?"

I turned around and looked into my mother's scared looking eyes. "Did I do something?" I asked her.

"No of course not, but I was wondering if I did something? You never talk to me anymore."

I looked down again and mumbled back," No Mum, ummm it's complicated."

"Well tell me then, I want to help," she pushed on innocently.

That was when I got angry. She has never EVER helped me or taken notice of me EVER! She was afraid that even the slightest bit of attention to me might outshine Bella, because Charlotte thinks Bella is needy or something. Well she isn't and it's stupid to even think she is. My mother is too ditzy and forgetful to even notice what her own children act or feel like.

"It's nothing Mum! Ok? I'm just sick of being treated as if I don't exist! You do realize don't you, that you have two daughters? One you paid full attention to and the other you ignore. Nice way to pick favourites,"I shouted angrily.

Charlotte suddenly stretched her body to full height and towered over me. I'm sad to say that I felt just a little bit intimidated by her sudden rush of rage.

"How DARE you speak to me like that, Rosalie Hale?!! Do you show any respect at all to any adult except your father?! You are a rude, self-centered little brat and I'm ashamed to call you my daughter!!," Charlotte basically screamed back at me.

Great, I'm sure the neighbours heard us and are probably thinking 'what psychopaths are leaving next door?'. Nice.

My eyes suddenly filled with tears at her last remark and I ran straight back to my room and slammed the door shut. It was until that moment I remembered that I needed to wash my clothes, but I shrugged it off knowing I could do it tomorrow. I had my back against the door breathing hard, and then slowly I began to slide down the door, finally landing on the soft carpet. I rolled to one side and let my eyes close.

Funnily enough the last I remembered before drifting off to a restless sleep was Emmett.