Chapter 3
Rosalie was getting along surprisingly well. She had one of the Japanese transfer students as her partner. The new girl, who introduced herself as ''Kino Makoto-san, but you can call me Mako-chan!'' didn't seem to mind that Rosalie was more interested in looking at her reflection and not getting her nails dirty than cooking. Mako-chan happily chattered away about gardening and cooking and what her life was like back in Tokyo while doing most of the work. ''There!'' said Makoto as she placed the apple pie in the oven. ''I'd say we should leave that in for roughly twenty minutes. What do you think, Rosalie?''
''Hmm?'' Rosalie had been staring at Mako-chan's red-brown hair. It didn't seem very Japanese. But then, three of the Japanese transfer students had blonde hair, and one even seemed to have turquoise hair.
''Oh, never mind. I was just-'' Mako-chan was broken off by a shout from the row. ''Rosalie! You're strong right? Then help us! The oven door slammed shut and even the teacher can't open it!!'' Rosalie smirked. Of course they wanted her help. Vampires, as everyone knows, are very strong and Rosalie was usually the one in her practical classes chosen for doing tasks which required an impressive amount of strength. Mako-chan looked at her, a bit confused. "Are you really strong enough to open it? Even sensei can't do it!"
"Well, I-" But before Rose could say anything, Makoto had gone over to the pupils who needed assistance! Huh! though Rosalie. She'll never be able to do something which requires a lot of strength! Look at her! Pfft! She's hardly a muscle-builder or whatever! But Rose was wrong.
With apparent ease Makoto solved the problem in less than a second.
"Wow, Mako-chan! You must be so strong!" exclaimed a classmate.
"I could do that too!" Rosalie proclaimed, indignant. The students shot her looks just short of withering. Sure, Rosalie could do that too, but Makoto seemed a lot less stuck-up! Humph! thought Rosalie. Well, anyway, I'm still much prettier than her! She stole a glance at Mako-chan's hair, piled up in a simple ponytail. And despite whatever that idiot dog Jacob says, I think my blonde hair is much more sophisticated! Humph!