Beep, beep, beep! An alarm sounded from next to me. I woke up confused. I didn't even own an alarm clock and I hadn't set an alarm on my phone. I rolled onto my side and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. In front of me stood Edward holding his small white, alarm clock. He was dressed smart, a white shirt with a gray cardigan and black jeans and smart shoes. "What's the occasion Puffward?" I mumbled, annoyed at him for waking me up.
"We have a meeting today, don't we?" He smiled. I suddenly remembered the phone call that had me stumbling home at 3 in the morning. I was meeting this family... the Cullen's. "I have a meeting with Michelle and the Cullen's. I don't know about you." I shut my eyes trying to force myself back to sleep. Stupid, snobby, annoying Edward.
"We're both getting fostered by them." And with that, he left the room.
I bolted up, climbed out of bed and ran down the stairs.
"MICHELLE!" I screeched. I ran around the house not caring that I was still only in my pyjamas. I found her eventually in the kitchen eating a slice of toast and taking care of baby Jack. "Yes Bella?" She said taking in my "I've-just-been-woken-up-by-the-worst-news-in-the-history-of-the-earth" appearance. "Something wrong?" she smiled her famous smile and put the crusts of the toast back onto the plate. "What does Edward mean by 'we're both getting fostered' by the Cullen's?" I growled pounding my fist onto the table. "OW!" I screamed again. Jack laughed.
"Well, Bella. The Cullen's had also seen Edwards file, and they were interested in you both. I know I should have told you a bit sooner, but I just didn't want you to react like this. I'm sure things will be fine. I know you don't get along but this could really bring you closer. You might just have something in common with him. Would you like some ice for your hand?"
"No." I mumbled as I stormed out of the kitchen.
"Bella angwee." Jack giggled again.
"DAMN RIGHT I AM." I shouted back. I continued my storm into the bathroom and ran a shower. My blood as hot as the water.
When I'd finished I returned to the room and began to get ready. Opening up the windows I lit up a cigarette. I dried my hair and began to curl it. "You're not allowed to smoke in here." Edward said calmly. I didn't hear him come in and I jumped dropping the cigarette on my front, burning my chest. "OUCH. FUCK OFF." I screamed, throwing a hair brush at him. He didn't flinch even though the brush just about missed him. "Your straighteners are burning the carpet." He pointed. "Yeah, well you're burning my last nerve. Get the fuck out." I spat. This time I reached for the black stiletto that was next to my dresser. "This was my room first, I think you'll find." He smiled smugly. His smile dropped when the pointed shoe collided with his head making a satisfying Bump!
"OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He said raising his voice. I turned to face him. "Whoops." I smiled with a mouth-full of smoke drifting towards his face.
"Urgh. That's disgusting." He said stropping off out of the room. There was then a knock on the door.
"Come in." I said, wrapping myself in a towel remembering I was only in my underwear. Little Vicky came into the room her ginger curls bouncing. "Bella, I'm going to see my momma today." She smiled.
"That's nice Vicky. Where's she taking you?" I smiled back. Victoria was 7 and she was fairly short for her age. She was a sweet as apple pie. She always came to me for problems because she felt the other older girls were all too 'the same'. She insisted people call her Vicky because Victoria reminded her of some nasty person she'd read about in books that were waaaaaayyyy to advanced for her.
"We're going shopping. But I want to look pretty. Will you do my make-up for me?" She asked, her hazel eyes shining. I couldn't bring myself to say no to her pretty face.
"Sure. Let me just finish myself off first."
She came and sat on the floor by the mirror with me. I began to do my make up in my usual fashion. Big black eyes and rose pink lips with plenty of foundation. "You're pretty Bella. You don't need make up." She commented reading the bottom of the eye shadow pot. Avoiding the subject of my own appearance I swerved to hers. "You don't need make up. But you're insistent that I do it for you. You're only little as well. I didn't wear make up at your age." I ruffled her hair and grabbed some clothes from my dresser. A plain black top with PARAMORE printed in white letters, dark blue denim high-waisted shorts, skin coloured tights with black knee high socks and plain black shoes.
"Bella, get down here, your meeting is in five minutes!" Michelle called from the bottom of the stairs. I put the finishing touch to Vicky's make up- a barely there amount of mascara, then headed down stairs. Edward was already in the office sitting on the arm chair. On his fore head there was a small lump forming. I grinned at him and took my seat on the loveseat across the room. "Right kids. I don't want any bickering now. Just smile and be polite and answer any of their questions honestly." Michelle demanded. She took out a small compact mirror from her desk draw and then added a little bit more lipstick and fluffed her hair. "Edward, I'm going to need to sit there. Can you sit next to Bella and just pretend she's not there?" she pleaded.
"How can I pretend she's not there? Something that stinks that strongly of tobacco is difficult." He groaned but sat next to me anyway edging away from me right to the other end of the seat.
"You don't really smell Bella. Well, you do. But of that perfume you've always got on." She smiled and replaced Edward in the arm chair.
The door-bell rang and then somebody knocked the door just to be sure they were heard. "Here they are!" Michelle chimed.