I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling as I recall the events of the previous night, or, this morning. I really like my biological parents. They're good people.
I think. I sit up and look around me. My room is beautiful. It's also huge. The walls are painted turquoise with black furniture. It's an amazing combination.
Bold and my left, there's a gallery with a french window. I can see the front view. It's spectacular. To my right, there's a door leading to a bathroom bigger than my bedroom back home. It's pretty fancy, with an egg shaped bathtub. and then beside the bathroom, on the wall adjescent to the bathroom, there's a big walk-in closet. I stare at it. It consists of a few dresses and some other clothes. It's kind of overwhelming. I enter the bathroom once more and brush my teeth. Just as I enter the bedroom, there's a knock on the door.I open the door and my dad enters the room. "Good morning Annabeth. Breakfast is ready dear. And everyone is waiting for you downstairs" . "Alright let's go". We head downstairs.
In the dining area, everyone is waiting for us. I greet everyone with a good morning. "What would you like for breakfast honey?" mom asks. "I'll have what everyone is having, thanks." . Dad smirks and says "well I'm having an egg white omlette, Teddy and Phoebe are having pancakes and eggs, and your mother is having a bowl of cereal so you're gonna have it all?". I giggle "I think pancakes and eggs will be enough for me." .
The housekeeper places a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of me. After I've eaten a few bites my dad speaks. "Tell us something about yourself Annabeth."
Oh. I'm not good at talking about myself. "Like what?" I ask slowly. "Let's start with something simple. What are your hobbies?" mom asks. "I love to read,
I also dance and sing.". "That's great. Phoebe dances as well." Phoebe blushes and nods. "For how long have you been dancing?" dad asks. "I've been dancing for ten years now.". "Wow you must be very good.". I simply smile at that. I'm feeling awkward all of a sudden. I really hate talking about myself.
"Are you comfortable here? I'll need you to hand me a list of things that you'll require." my dad says. "What things?" . " Just things you like to eat. The products you use for your hair and ,movies, Creams, powder , makeup or whatever you girls use now a days" dad adds with a laugh. Wow. That's a little too much. I mean, completely over the top. Who does that? I'm even more uncomfortable than I was before. " I'll need a lot of milk. I bath in milk.". Everyone stares at me. "Is that the secret to your beauty?" my mom asks very seriously. "Yeah. Totally." I answer completely stares at me for a long time. I'm able to maintain a serious expression before I giggle. "Sorry. I just crack bad jokes when I'm nervous." Everyone laughs then.
"No it was good. You almost got us all" dad says , a little relived I think.
"Do you really need a list of those things? I mean I'll be fine. You don't need to get those things for me" I say as I'm hoping they'll listen to me. "yes ofcourse I do. How else will you feel at home?" mom crap. They think I'm moving in permenantly. I need to tell them soon that I'll have to return to Forks.
But I think I'll do that later. I don't want them to be upset. They ask me a few more questions about my life. My bestfriend, my boyfriends - which is quite embarassing-my pets, what I want from life, college, future etc. Dad makes a face when I tell them about aspiring to be independent. Wonder what that was about.
Ted asks a few questions occassionally but Phoebe is extremely quite. She looks like she doesnt want to be a part of this conversation. I wonder if she doesn't like me or she's just shy. After a thorough inquisition of my personal life, they agree to give me some time to myself. Just as I'm about to leave for my room, my dad stops me and says " oh by the way, we've kept a small get together for you this evening. You'll meet your extended family.". I simply nod. Shit. I really don't like being the centre of attention. But I'll just have to grit my teeth and go along with it.