The Rebel
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight; I am simply an obsessed fan.
As Mrs. Styles droned on about something or another, my mind began to recall back to a simpler time.
Flash Back
I was eight years old.
My mother held me tight in her arms and told me not to be out to late. Before I ran to the club house I heard her yell from behind me, "I love you!"
"I love you to Mom!" I called.
The club house was down the road from our house. My friends and I would play inside it on summer days just like this one.
I let my hair flow down in waves of blonde locks. My hair was soft and loose with no effort of brushing out the tangles. It just hung there. I wore no make-up, and felt so free.
"Hi Rosalie!" Alice smiled up at me. She was even smaller when we were younger. Her hair was a little bit longer then, but it was still Alice.
"Hey Alice, where is everyone else?" I questioned with out hesitation. The smile on my face was huge. I didn't have to hide my feelings or act cruelly, only be myself.
Alice pointed to the club house, "They're in there." The clubhouse was an abandoned house that had once belonged to an old farmer, now it was long forgotten.
Walking inside, I placed my hand on the peeling wall paper. There were lots of us in our group. Anyone was welcome, it didn't matter who you were.
I smiled seeing all of my friends inside: Bella, Skylar, Angela, Erika, Edward, Alex, and Jasper where there as well as Emmy, Elizabeth, Samantha, Ani, Brooke, Michael, Jacob, Scotty, Matt, and Emmett.
Emmy had brunette, twisted hair and was tall. She was a total big mouth and reminded me of a tall version of Jessica. Without being annoying that is. Elizabeth had chocolate colored skin and black frizzy hair. She stood at about my height back then. Camile or Cami had short dark red hair and was as tall as Emmy. Ani was tall to and had wavy blonde hair that glided down her back. Brooke, Ani's twin, was of medium height and had auburn, waist length hair. Alexander was tall with dirty blonde hair and tan skin. Jacob had dark, Indian skin and long black hair. He had a crush on Bella, but Bella and Edward were sort of that cute little couple in third grade. Scotty was of standard height with blonde hair. Matt was short with brown hair that flipped out at his forehead. This was due to the hat he always wore. Last but not least Emmett was my best friend ever. We did everything together! He was lofty with curly dark brown hair and broad shoulders. Once upon a time, I thought Emmett and I would be best friends forever.
"Rosalie!" Emmett scooped me up into a bear hug.
"Emmett!" I squeezed him back, smiling the entire time.
End Flash Back
Now Emmett was a jock but still hung out with Alice and everyone, therefore I was, as my name goes, untouchable and I hadn't been back to the clubhouse sense sixth grade. To be honest I wasn't even sure it was still standing.
Remembering the clubhouse brought back an all too painful memory: A memory that I had sought to forget. Something I wanted to forget. But I was scared.
Memory
I sat in the corner of the club house crying like I had never cried before.
"She's dead." I muttered to myself.
It was raining and I was soaked to the skin.
"She's dead and she isn't coming back!" I screamed, "God please bring her back."
"Rosalie?" a familiar voice reached my ears. "Guy's its Rosalie!"
It was Alice. She ran over to me and wrapped her thin around my wet stature.
"What's wrong Rose?" she asked me, her voice soft and comforting.
"She's dead." I cried.
She looked confused, "Who?"
We were now in the center of a circle that consisted of Jasper, Alexandria, Edward, Bella, Skylar, Emmett and Emmy.
"She's dead!" I screamed over and over.
"Who is dead?" Emmett looked worried. He had never seen me like this before, none of them had. In fact, I had never seen myself like this.
I cried out, "My mom! Mommy come back!"
Tears filled our eyes and soon we all were crying. My mom had been known to touch hearts like this. She had always been there for everybody.
I knew that day that I was slowly become an annoying, cold hearted popular. (A/N: No offense to anybody that is popular, I'm just going by the clique kind that makes fun of other people for there own amusement. You know the cold hearted ones? I got a review with a good reference: Poseurs. Well in Rosalie's mind she is an untouchable. In everybody else's mind, she is an untouchable sluttish poseur who just happens to like the preppy style.)
End of Memory
I had always been told that I looked just like her, never that I acted like her. I wanted so desperately to be like her but there was always something holding me back.
A/N: Hopefully this clears things up for some people. It helps you understand why Rosalie is the way she is… well mostly. Thanks for reading! Review! I really like constructive criticism!