Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Esme
I throw open the door to Carlisle's home office.
"She's here," I breathlessly tell him. That's what you get for running up two flights of stairs.
"Who?" he blinked in surprise.
"Isabella."
"But she's not supposed to be here until next year. Her housing unit hasn't been prepared yet, we don't have her assignment, we're not ready."
"I know that," I snap at him. He's being dense. He's usually over prepared, ready before I am.
"Where is she now?"
"Edward is showing her around. He's going to bring here her in an hour, or uh, 47 minutes," I correct after checking my watch.
"Shit," he sighs. Yeah, shit.
We have so much to do and absolutely no time to do it.
AN:
My right eye twitches violently when I'm exhausted. It did it the entire time I wrote this. I'm running on energy drinks.
I felt like I should've added more, but then I thought the next part would fit better like this.
-Cannibal