Heyz! Sorry about it taking so long. I had a massive case of writers block.
Chapter 12: Return
I did the first thing that came to mind and ran down to the truck even though I was still wearing the black slip I had "slept" in the night before which on my 5' 8" body only made it to mid thigh. The robe I had on top of that my have reached my ankle it was completely see through except for the black faux fur that was sewed to every edge.
"Excuse me but what do you think you are doing?" I called in an annoyed voice. They all stopped and turned to look at me.
"Hello," Carlisle said stepping forward and shaking my hand. "My name is Thomas James. This is my wife Crystal," shook Esme's hand. "These are our adopted children: Rose Hale," shook Rosalie's hand. "Andrew McCarty," shook Emmett's hand. "Mary Brandon," shook Alice's hand felt a shock run through my body. "Jesse Whitlock," shook Jasper's hand and felt the shock again. "And Anthony Masen." I felt two shocks when I shook hands with Edward.
"You still haven't answered my question." I replied.
"We were just moving back into our house." Emmett spoke out.
"See but that is the problem. This is- my house." They all looked at me strangely.
"No it isn't this is our house." Edward spoke out.
"No this house is my house. It was an abandoned house that no one had lived in for 75 years. If you can explain that you can have the house back." No one spoke. "That is what I expected. Carlisle how much did you buy the house for? I want pay you back fully for it." Esme gasped while everyone else's eyes went wide.
"It is not a matter of money, we want the house back." Edward snarled.
"Why don't you move into the mansion a few miles down the road? After all, if you move back into this house, people will get suspicious. Not only do they know I live here but they all told me about the infamous Cullen's that used to live here. You all look exactly like them." I spoke calmly.
"Infamous Cullen's? What did the stories say?" Rosalie questioned.
"You should not listen to the stories; they are less reliable than the Quilette stories." Just then Carla came running out.
"Izzy! What are you doing?" she called. Then she saw the Cullen's and I felt the fury coming off of her. 'WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?' her thoughts screamed 'THEY HAVE A LOT OF NERVE TALKING TO IZZY ESPECIALLY WITH WHAT THEY DID TO HER!' flashes of me sobbing went through her head along with the looks of fury on every one else's face.
Edward looked at me quizzically. "Do we know you?"
I turned to him. "No, you don't know me, at all. But, as I said I want you out of here and you can move into the mansion a few miles from here because I'm not going."
"Oh yes you will unless you want me to light you up." Rosalie spat.
I sighed. Then, I snapped my fingers and my hand was covered in flames. I turned to Rosalie and spoke, "I can't burn, so how exactly do you plan on killing me?" she looked at me in shock. "That is what I thought." I spoke before waving my hand signaling to them that they can leave.
"Oh, and by the way," I called. They all turned, "It was nice to see you all again."
Hey, guys. Sorry it took so long to update. I would say that I'll be updating again soon, but I can't make that promise. Right as I was typing the last few paragraphs of this chapter, I recieved the worst news. A classmate of mine died last night.
... I sat next to him in sixth grade. He was smart, athletic, and had his whole life ahead of him. He's not going to get to go to prom, get his liscence, graduate high school, -anything.
The worst part is... they won't tell us what happened.
Evil-Clowns-Rule
