A/N: Okay... I pulled an Uh-Oh. I accidentally sent out a preview of chapter nine when I meant to send out chapter eight... Sorry. No one understands who Ella is at the moment and this chapter will explain. Ella was a blondie! GASP... ETH! (Don't ask.)

OoOh! Random topic! An author came to our school today! It was the author of Oh. My. Gods., Goddess bootcamp... and that mermaid one..? tera lynn childs is cool :D

I am not editing this one either. Too bad. I went to the dentist and my mouth hurts (that's my excuse.)

Okay so the playlist of the day includes:

Barracuda – Heart

My Name is – Eminem

This River is Wild – The Killers

Hey Isabella – I'm Really White Yo (On Youtube :D haaa youtuba! Dont ask)

Jenny Was a friend of mine – The Killers

Strange Things Happen To The Best of People

Chapter 8

Ella Could Be a Friend of Mine...

When I got home Ésme was enraged because I didn't come home on time.
'Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! Do you have any idea what time it is!?!'
'Yes... It is six thirty.' I said glancing at my watch.
'Six thirty!' She bellowed and started pacing. 'What are we going to do with you! I told you to arrive home on time so you could have your homework done in time for us go eat with Marie from next door!' Marie was the really old lady who had issues with most people -as told by Alice- but seemed to love my aunt and uncle. 'She invited us over for dinner! We are supposed to be there now!'
'But Ésme! I was helping a friend!'
'Oh really? How?' She said raging
As fast as I could I explained what happened with Bella to her. She softened.
'Oh Edward, I didn't know you fell in love! When did this happen? We have only been here a week and a half!'
'I-I'm not in love with her! Why does everyone keep saying that?'
'Sweetie, you are.' She sighed at my expression and revised her answer a bit. 'you must really like her a lot. A lot-a lot. Because friends don't sit that long and wait, they would leave eventually.' She sighed again. 'Come on we are late enough as is. Carlisle! Alice!' She called up the stairs. "Come on let's get going."

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Let's just say dinner with Marie is interesting. She cooks the grossest food and keeps mentioning how I should go out with her granddaughter and Alice should befriend her. After she says that she always looks down awkwardly, as if she's hiding something.
'I have a confession to make,' she coughed over prune, chocolate and carrot pie (don't ask me how I could even tell what it was).
'Yes?' Ésme answered as sweetly, obviously grimacing over the disgusting pie, taking another bite and swallowing painfully.
'Well....' She pushed her food around on her plate. 'Edward here, this strapping young lad, indeed he would love my granddaughter... But he can't. Nor can Alice befriend her' She said.
Alice perked up at her name after spacing off mid-conversation, startling me a bit. I forgot she was there.
If I was being completely honest with myself, I didn't belong to Ésme and Carlisle, nor did Alice. Her parents died when she was little and was soon adopted by the young newlyweds. I moved here by myself because my social worker finally found relatives of mine and, after bouncing from foster home to foster home, I came to the capital of Alaska after moving around the country 10 or 15 times in the past few years and from there to here...
It just bugged me how Marie said I couldn't see her granddaughter, even as a friend, but it made Alice steam. She liked being social
'Why not?' She hissed, angry.
Ésme kicked her from under the table.
'Why not?' She repeated, this time nice and upbeat.
'You would have to visit her with me. Then you would see why.' She said spacing out. 'Shall we move to the parlor?' She smiled and said after a few minutes.
We moved to the parlor upon her request and sat upon stuffy sofas that were older than my own grandmother and dusty as the desert.
'Would anyone like to see a picture of her?' She asked opening a droor, pulling out a dusty scrapbook. "I do not have any new pictures of her, but we can look at her baby pictures!" I am sure the girl wouldn't like that but I was curious to see what she looked like.
'Come here, dearies' she said patting two dusty seats next to her. Alice and I slid next to her, curious.
'She was a very adventurous child. Imaginative, smart, kind, and loving. She wanted to help people when she grew up!' She opened the album to a child in an old picture from the eighties, giggling and laughing her hearts content. The girl was obviously one or two and had curly long dirty blonde hair and bright hazel brown eyes with a heart warming smile. The old woman stroked the photograph.
'She was a blond to start-she got it from me you know' she flipped the page and the girl was older and her hair darkened slightly and straight a bit, her eyes more brown than hazel. 'But she went dark rather quickly, only until she was six and a half she was blond.' She said, showing several more photos of the girl.
'At seven her... Mother and I had a... spat and she cut me off from her, never sending a picture my way. Noo, apparently she thought I was needing medications!' She huffed and then said to herself 'If he only divorced the bat...' Then more out loud 'We never settled the argument.' She stated like it was matter-of-fact.

'Oh how I would love to find more pictures of her! Their house is somewhere out in the woods; 400 acres, that they own, is a lot of ground to cover in a search. I don't even bother trying. They had no driveway, just a garage at part where the property meets the road for their cars. They mainly ate out, groceries were a pain. I had been to their house once or twice but they never needed a trail, they just went. Eccentric people, I'm surprised that I had even met my son, let alone raised him!'
'But why don't you guys settle things now? Things would be all good then and then we could go and....' Alice trailing off like she was three.
'Because,' Marie turned towards her slowly and simply saying as if it was the sky was blue, 'Ella's parents are dead.'

I know, What on earth are you doing, Spot?? well, I am setting up more drama. Ella MUHAHA is a mysterious new character that you hate me for but will love for me in the end because I know who Ella is and Mell-Bell-97 knows who Ella is. (Mell-Bell-97 is my sister and has read up to chapter 13 [the spot where I haven't written anymore] because she gives me feedback!)

Mell-Bell-97 really likes my story, she had me give her more that I had written late last night :D