Oh hello there, y'all! I uh... finally finished this chapter. Took me a bit longer than I would have liked because Animal Crossing, Minecraft, and now Pokemon are taking up all headspace. My thoughts? Full of games. I'd apologize, but it's probably just gonna keep happening. I'll pick away at chapters in the brief time I'm not playing games, but at least it's not another three year long wait. Anyway, I hope you lovelies enjoy the chapter! Anyone who's been around for previous iterations of Snow White are going to be in for a bit of a surprise in upcoming chapters! ~Shaymie

Emerson

It had been a week since we had moved to Forks and I couldn't get a read on those damn Cullens. Something about them seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. For a town full of gossips, you'd think someone would know something about them. But there was nothing. They didn't even have social media I could stalk. The only thing I knew about them was that they had all been adopted by The Good Doctor and his wife.

I sighed as I unlocked my car door and waited for Sierra. The Cullens hadn't done anything to us personally (aside from the one Sierra mentioned seeing in the library on our first day), but I couldn't let my guard down. Mom and Dad had warned me about... dangerous things lurking around in this world. They hadn't gone into much detail, saying that they were going to wait until I was older, but they never explained anything. If they hadn't been so secretive, maybe things would have turned out differently.

Maybe I could have stopped it, maybe I could have had some control over it...

I could have saved them. I had time. But instead I focused on Sierra, on making sure she got out safe. I think part of me wanted my parents to suffer. They treated Sierra like trash just because of what her eyes can do. They shunned her instead of trying to explain or help her. If I hadn't been around, they would have kept her locked up in that house forever and nobody would have ever known. People back home tended to mind their own business. It was one of the few things I missed about it.

I shook my head to clear it. It wasn't healthy to keep thinking about what ifs. I had bigger, more important things to worry about, like finding out what was taking Sierra so long. It normally took her a little bit longer than me to reach the parking lot, but this was getting ridiculous. I knew I had nothing to worry about since we're at school. Maybe her teacher just wanted to talk to her about something and that's why she's not answering her phone. But part of me was worried that this was Cullen related.

Sierra didn't think that they were dangerous, but she was too trusting. Just because they hadn't done anything now didn't mean that they weren't planning on it. Sierra mentioned that there's always one of them watching her when she worked in the library. I only shared one class with a Cullen, the blonde girl who seemed like a huge bitch. We had to work on a project together and I had no idea how we were going to do it without tearing each other's heads off.

There had to be someone who knew about the Cullens... Maybe Bella, the police chief's daughter. She was the new girl before Sierra and I were. She seemed pretty buddy-buddy with the ginger. I could ask her what his problem was with Sierra. She had mentioned seeing him in the library a few times, watching her while she worked. It took her nearly an hour to convince me to not hunt him down. Who the hell did he think he was? Sierra wouldn't hurt a fly. If there was anyone he should be worried about, it's me.

Sierra got into the car a few minutes later, her cheeks flushed. Her last period teacher wanted to talk to her about getting caught back up with everyone. She had missed almost a month of school when she was in the hospital recovering. I frowned at that. I should have thought about that, but I had spent most of that time stressing about getting our inheritance in order and buying things that we needed. We had lost practically everything.

Someone in Sierra's class had offered to tutor her. She didn't say who it was, but she was never good at remembering people's names and faces in the first place. She never made eye contact with them, so she didn't bother learning them. She was so used to not being noticed that it was taking her a while to adapt to being in a small school where everyone knew everyone. Most nights were spent with her complaining about how nosy everybody was.

Sierra fumbled with her seatbelt as I started pulling out of the parking lot. The drive to our house from school was ridiculously long. I missed the days of walking to and from school. It gave me time to think. Cars always made me nervous. They were too cramped and it was hard to breathe in them. If Sierra wasn't here, I'd probably be having a nervous breakdown right about now. Somehow Sierra always made everything better.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Despite being in town for a week, I hadn't bothered to make groceries yet. It was our third night in a row eating pizza for dinner. Sierra and I barely ate, so we managed to make the two pizzas go a long way. It wasn't the healthiest thing on the planet, but we didn't care. After years of being on Mom's strict diet, we were glad to have the freedom to eat normal food.

Sierra's cat, Dusty, sniffed at the empty pizza box curiously. She was adapting to the new house well. Back at our old house, she was only allowed in Sierra's room and the bathroom, where her litter box was. That cat was the one thing Sierra had gotten for herself. She found it on the side of the road one day when we were walking home from school and begged me to keep her. Our parents weren't thrilled with the idea of a pet and constantly tried to get rid of her when we were at school, but Dusty was stubborn. She always came back no matter how far away they dumped her.

"...Alice Cullen is my tutor," Sierra murmured as I cleaned up the pizza boxes. She looked at me anxiously, awaiting my reaction. I froze, looking at her with wide eyes. Why didn't she think to tell me about this sooner? I turned away from her and shoved the boxes into the trash with a bit more force than was necessary. Sierra flinched and looked away, but before I could respond, the front door was opened.