The disclaimer is the same for every chapter...Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Sorry if it seems a bit rushed. I wanted to get to Rosalie's birthday really badly.

I've had people ask if the rest of the Twilight characters would be a part of the story. You'll meet Emmett in this chapter, Edward in a few chapters, and everyone else after that.

The first thing we did was go into a candy shop. We got fudge and other kinds of candy that I'd never even heard of, but it was chocolate, so it had to be good.

Then we went into a huge music store. I mean, we were in L.A. There were probably countless record companies around here. The music was not only current but they also had stuff from years before that. Esme told me to choose whatever I wanted. I picked out a Muse CD.

When we were leaving the store, I saw someone walking in that was in the same grade as me. His name was Emmett McCarty and he was HOT. All caps. He also stuck up for me when he saw kids were bullying me.

"Hey, Rosalie," he said.

I thought I was going to faint when I looked at him. So hot... "Hey, Emmett."

"See you when we get back to school," Emmett told me.

I nodded. "Yeah. See you later."

Am I an idiot or what?

"Who was that, Rosalie?" Carlisle questioned.

"Emmett."

"You know him?"

"Yup."

"Just to clarify, he's not your boyfriend, right?" He spit the word "boyfriend."

I shook my head. A girl can wish, though.

"Good. You're not allowed to have a boyfriend."

Esme snickered. "Oh, Carlisle, you really need to let the poor girl live her own life."

The rest of the vacation was really fun. We got back to Forks on Sunday night. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.

The next morning I got ready for school and Carlisle dropped me off on his way to work.

I talked to Angela again in science. We walked into the cafeteria together.

Emmett McCarty was walking right up to me.

"Hey. You look kinda tan."

I smiled. "So do you."

"I wonder why. Anyway, I was wondering if you guys would like to come sit with me and my friends."

Angela and I agreed.

We sat at one of the gray lunch tables.

"These are my friends Ben, Mike, Jessica, Laruen, and Tyler. Guys, these are my new friends Rosalie and Angela."

He introduced me as his friend. Now if we could just change that to girlfriend the world would be a happy place.

I'm really pathetic.

School was actually pretty good. I made new friends. And I saw that Angela might be attracted to Ben.

Esme picked me up after school. I told her all about my day.

"That's great, sweetie. I'm really happy you like school."

I sighed. "But there's only a month left of school. I wish I had made friends earlier."

Esme smiled. "You can hang out with your friends over the summer."

"That'd be cool."

The last month of school flew by. Angela was now my best friend. We had gone shopping and did a lot of best friend stuff that I had never done before.

The night of July seventeenth was the last night of being eleven for me. I couldn't fall asleep that night. I was turning twelve. That meant only one more year before officially being a teenager!

I woke up very early on the morning of July eighteenth. It was my birthday!

I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked exactly the same, yet totally different at the same time. I brushed my fingers through my long blond hair and looked at my reflection. As I stared at myself in shorts and a T-shirt, I thought about what was different.

The fear was gone from my eyes. I smiled more than I frowned. My eyes smiled with me now and my smiles reached ear to ear. I looked like a much healthier kid.

I could smell food. I was hungry so I opened the door to my room and headed downstairs.

I now knew Carlisle and Esme's house-mansion-better. I knew how to navigate around the million rooms on each floor. Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it was a big house.

Esme was standing in front of the counter. She was making scrambled eggs. Carlisle was attempting to measure something.

"Esme, this measuring cup is broken," he declared.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Here we go again," she whispered.

"What was that?" Carlisle asked.

"Oh, nothing," Esme replied.

"Really?" Carlisle put a little bit of flour on Esme's nose.

Esme gasped. She put flour on his nose.

Then Esme saw me. "Happy birthday, Rosalie!" She wiped the flour off her nose, as did Carlisle.

I walked into the kitchen and she hugged me. "Twelve years old!" she exclaimed.

I beamed.

Then Carlisle hugged me. "Happy birthday, honey."

"Thank you. I hear that the measuring cup is broken."

Esme laughed. "That's the third time already. He can't measure right. It doesn't have to be exact, Carlisle. If it's a little bit off it doesn't matter."

"Would you like me to help you?" I asked.

Esme shook her head. "It's your birthday, sweetie. Go watch TV or something."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Rose."

As I walked out of the kitchen, I heard Carlisle say, "Esme, the-"

"Don't even tell me that something else is broken, Carlisle!" she exclaimed.

I laughed as I sat down in the living room.

After ten minutes, Esme called me back into the kitchen.

"Time to eat," she announced, directing me into the dining room.

On the table there were pancakes, waffles, scrambled eggs, bagels, donuts, and much more.

I hugged both my parents. "This is the best birthday ever!"

"What would you like to drink, sweetheart?" Carlisle asked.

"I can get it," I said.

"I told you that you're not doing anythin today," Esme said.

I sighed. "Apple juice, please."

We all ate breakfast. When we were done, Esme handed me a small box wrapped with silver paper and a black bow. "This is one of your presents."

Did she just say one of, as in I was getting more? I'd never gotten anything for my birthday before, except for at the end of the school year they gave you a "special pencil" for summer birthdays.

I opened it slowly, not wanting to greatly damage the shiny silver wrapping paper. There was a white paper sheet wrapped around a tiny box. I peeled the sheet off to reveal and iPod touch.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed. For the third time today, I was hugging my parents.

It felt good to be loved.

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