I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 6. Almost
Edward's POV
"Oh! S**t! The time!" Have to move quickly. I must have dozed off without putting the alarm on. I can't be late today; this is the first day of the semester. I can smell breakfast already. Mom's making my favorite for the first day of school? Oh my, that means I really need to get going fast 'coz I can't ignore her preparations. Where's my iPod? I can't live without those! And my necklace… Sister Stella… I miss her.... I remember when she gave this necklace; I was in a hurry too. Oh, what do you know? déjà vu, I got my necklace on, and I'm in a hurry, then… "Walaah!" He! he! Got my mom surprised again. "Edward! Why do you always have to sneak and surprise me like that whenever I'm cooking? Go and eat, or you and your Dad will be late." That's Judy, my foster mom. She always acts annoyed but I can feel she likes it whenever I'm giving her that attention in the morning. I can see it in her eyes for years and it still haven't changed and then she'll continue with her cooking and hums a tune only she knows. Sitting by the table, laughing, is my foster dad, George.
It's not déjà vu, I remember now, it was my birthday years ago in the orphanage when Sister Stella gave this necklace, and I was in a hurry for breakfast. Alex, one of the kids in the orphanage was in front of me eating bacon. I was laughing at him coz he can't get the ketchup out of the bottle. So he shook it as hard as he can and it spilled out in front of me. My clothes got messy. I went to the sink to clean it up because I thought the visitors wouldn't like me if I look dirty. It took time. I was afraid the visitation is over so I ran the fastest ran that I could to the waiting room. I made so much noise when I opened the door. Actually, I kind of slammed it like in western movies when the ranger walks into a bar. I didn't mean to do that, I was just in so much hurry. Then I saw George and Judy turned around, they were like leaving already. As Judy saw me, she shrieked. George's eyes were widened. Sister Stella and the two of them got to me quickly while the others were frozen. I was dumbfounded by the attention. I really don't know why. "What happened to you dear?" Those were the first words that my foster mom said to me. "Why do you have blood on your forehead? Did you fall or something?" Sister Stella already took out her hanky to wipe the so-called blood on my face. After finding that there was no cut, bruise, nor anything…the two women stopped speechless. "I'm sorry, that is not blood that is ketchup. Alex was trying to get some from the bottle earlier that he shook it hard it spilled out all over my clothes. I'm sorry Ma'am, Sir, and Sister Stella, but I tried to clean myself up by the sink. There was no mirror I didn't realize I have some ketchup on my face." George made a huge laugh that broke the ice. Every one in the room was laughing.
That's how I met George and Judy. Dad and Mom, I should say. I'm so lucky to have them as my foster parents. Their love for me is like for a real son. It's a good thing I didn't see that ketchup on my forehead or else I will force myself to wash up then by taking my time I won't be able to make that great entrance and they will go home frustrated not finding a foster child for them. I almost lost everything. This life that I have now… I wonder what it could have been if I was too early or too late that day?