A/N: Please R&R! It's what motivates me to write more. PLEASE? And if I get even two reviews, I will update twice more this week. PLEASE? It would mean the world.

Chapter 2: Witches, eggs, and hampers.

"Rose, wake up," a tiny voice said in a very loud manner; Alice. I groaned and turned over, and I felt and heard a thunk. I looked up right as another pillow was about to hit my face. I blinked quickly and the pillow hit my face with another thunk.

"Alright, alright, I'm up," I groaned, as my long blonde hair fell over my shoulders. It was slightly curly, but I usually straightened it with the straight iron Alice had gotten me for Christmas two years ago. The light turned on, and I could see the familiar ugly orange walls. They were chipped in some places, dented in others, and were bare; not with the boy-band posters you usually saw on girl's walls. Those weren't allowed, and inspections happened everyday at eight. That left us thirty minutes to get to school.

The only things that furnished the room were two hard beds, with musty old sheets that you had to bring into town to wash, and a desk with a metal and a wooden chair and our trunks. Wasn't what I would like to have room like, but it was my only choice. "What time is it?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes to make them adjust to the light.

"Seven thirty," Alice chirped cheerfully. I swear that girl doesn't sleep. I hopped up and looked around my room. Oh, yes, as usual, it was spotless, thanks to Alice's quick cleaning.

"I'm 'gonna go get ready," I said, looking over at my friend, who was already showered, dressed and was doing her hair in a hand-mirror. She nodded, and I grabbed my toiletries and clothing, and walked down the hall and to the bathroom. I knocked on the door to see if it was occupied; thankfully it wasn't.

I quickly turned on the water, and brushed my hair while it heated up. I hopped into the shower, and washed my hair before jumping out and throwing my clothing on. I grabbed my stuff and hurried back to my room. When I got back to my room, Alice had already gone down to grab us something to eat, so I quickly brushed my hair, putting it up into a ponytail.

I looked down at my outfit once, which involved a long T-shirt, with leggings under it and just white tennis shoes, before running down to the 'dining room.' That consisted of eight tables, with five chairs around each one. The walls were an ugly shade of off-white.

I spotted Alice at our usual table, with Jasper and Emmitt. "Good morning," I said as I approached the table.

"Hey, Rose," Jasper said with a little half-wave.

"Yo," Emmet greeted me. I rolled my eyes as he said this; he was always trying to be 'cool.'

I sat down in a chair in front of a place filled with food. "Thanks, Alice." She beamed at me, her way of saying, 'no problem.' The plate was filled with scrambled egg-looking things, a brick hard biscut, and a glass of orange juice. I picked up my fork, and ate a small piece of the orange-ish eggs.

"Thank God it's Friday," Jasper said, sighing. I gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged.

"Last day of exams," he said matter-oh-factly. Emmet whooped at that.

"I agree with my man on this one," he said, nodding. I rolled my eyes again, and continued eating.

A loud, strong voice yelled out, "Room inspections! Everyone go back to their rooms!" I groaned, getting up and walking to my room with Alice on my heels.

When we got there, Mrs. Clark was already looking for faults to correct us on. "The floor isn't swept." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes; this room was spotless. "Ms. Hale, where's your hamper?"

"Oh, I let Jasper borrow it, he had to wash Emmitt's clothing, too," I said, smoothing down my T-shirt. She turned to look at me with a glare.

"He can use his own hamper next time," she said sharply, her ugly hard eyes threatening me. "You'll also have to have kitchen duty now. I groaned quietly, resisting saying witty comeback.

"Yes ma'm," I said, trying to avoid getting in any trouble. I wanted a free weekend, didn't I?

Before exiting the room, Mrs. Clark turned back around and said, "Oh, and don't think I don't know Alice cleaned this whole room. Alice, Rosalie, it's now your job to wash the dishes every night." She gave us a sharp glare, and continued to walk out. I groaned, flopping down on my bed, leaving wrinkles.

"What a jerk," I said, rolling my eyes. "She's a witch. I bet she sabotages us so we can't be adopted." Alice looked at me meekly; I knew she knew the truth, as did I. But I stood next to my statement.

"C'mon, we need to get to school." I nodded, standing up and grabbing my school bag, walking out of the room, as Alice did the same.

A/N: Hope you all liked this. New game! So, whoever can guess what book gave me the idea to write about these characters being orphans and what's going to happen wins. They will get a sneak-peak of what happens in the next chapter. (Jaspers Lil Red isn't allowed to guess. PAYBACK. Plus, she already knows.)

I LOVE WHOEVER REVIEWS!