This is the first offical chapter of The Cross. Enjoy!
"Bella, you- who." Rosalie, my best friend said as she waved her hand in my face.
"Huh, What?" I said.
"You dosed off. I figured I could either leave you on the plane or wake you up." She smiled down at me. I looked around at the empty plane. 6 hours of riding in it and I was ready to jump out the damn window.
"Come on, I'm sure Mom will be waiting." We exited the plane into the terminal, only to be greeted by my three stepbrothers, stepfather and my mother holding a sign that read 'Welcome home Isabella and Rosalie!'. I felt my face turn beat red.
"Oh sweetie." My mother cooed at me as Rose and I made our way towards the happy group.
"Mom, what's with the sign." I groaned, while ripping the sign out of the boys' hands. She gave me a pleading look.
"Izzy, honey lighten up." Phile said to me as he slung his arm around me. I felt the urge to shake it off but then reminded myself that I had promised my mom I would be on my best behavior. It's that I didn't like Phil, it's just he could never replace my dad.
"Hey Rose." Emmett said dumbly. The look on his fase was one of lust. Rosalie rolled her eyes at him.
"Whatever Emmett. So Ma, can we check out the house now?" Phil and the boys seemed to be shocked that my mother let another person other then her own daughter call her "ma", but that's just the way its always been. Rosalie's story is a tragic one, and in the end she ended up with me and my mother.
"Sure sweety, lets just go get your lugage." My mother and Phil lead us to the bagage claim area, were none of the men would let my mother, Rose or me carry anything. I was frustrated easily by this. Growing up, I did everything for myself, without anyones help.
The car we walked to was a powder blue, kia minivan. I sighed. There was practically no room. Emmett and Seth cramped into the back, leaving one open seat. I wasn't going to make Rosalie sit next to Emmett who she dispised. So, there I was an Izzy Swan sandwich, with David, Rose, My mom and Phil comfortable, when we pulled into the most beautiful house I had ever seen. It was two stories, 19th century. The paint was a light grey and the windows big and open. There was a garden that lined the long driveway, with the exception of the small patches of wild flowers here and there. Trees toward as high as the house, providing a nice shade over the front yard. My hopes seemed to lift slightly. Then not two seconds after that the sun was gone. I sigh came from Rose, I glanced to see she was looking at the sky as well.
"Cheer up girls, I think you will like it here." Phil said peppy. The boys looked at him as if he had grown two heads. I could feel the tension, we weren't wanted here. And that was the way it would always be. Or at least for soem of them. David turned around in his seat to face me completly.
"Izzy, if you want I could show you to your room. There is some pretty cool historical facts about it. Like did you know back in teh 1800's, this house used to be a hotel." The reddish brown haired boy smiled at me. I looked back at him and attempted a smile.
"I think my mom wanted to show Rose and me our rooms, but thanks David, maybe some other time on the facts though."
"Ok." HE jumped out of the car and ran towards the house. Rose and me were teh last ones out of the car. She laughed, "You know what you just got yourself into right?" she questioned through her giggles. I smacked her arm. Emmett and Seth managed to get all the bags into the house on one trip. After we were sure they hadn't forogten anything, we allowed Mom to take us on a tour of the house. The kitchen was Phil's favorite place, you could as soon as you stepped into teh doorway, all he did was go on and on about his cooking. My mother did agree that it was better then hers, which wasn't saying much. I did have to admit, It was all as great as the outside, maybe even better. We tehn moved to teh living room, which we had already seen when we came in, but Mom wanted us to see the pictures and other stuff she had around. My mind was fuzzy with all teh new information, or maybe it was the lack of sleep but I was glad when we finally made it up the stairs to Rose's room first.
"Oh my god." Rosalie whispered. The room was perfect for her. The walls were white, with pink and green bedroom supplies everywhere. The bed was a for post with a canapy over it. She giggled like a little girl on christmas and danced to teh center of the room. I could tell what she was thinking 'Screw Forks, I'll just stay in here.' Mom showed her the closet that both of us would share. She screamed. It was as big as the room the both of us had shared. There was also some clothes that neither of us owned, but proabably someone had bought, I groaned. Just what I needed, someone to inspire Rose's shopping.
"Here we can go through here to your room Izzy." My mom said leading me through the mass of clothes and to a door.
I was amazed by the room. What excatly like Rose's only everything was either blue or brown. The bed was a four post, as well but instead of a canapy there were blue and brown scarfs handing down the post. I smiled hugely.
"Look out the window dear," Phil said. I nodded but when I turned I wished I hadn't. There sitting on the window seat was a boy, proabably 18 or 19. He was gorgous and also my worst fear because even in the end I knew I was the only one who could see him, because he was dead.
I'm sorry it took me so long to post this. My life is like a tornato, so bare with me. Please read and review! I need at least 4 to have the inspiration to type another chapter.