Chapter 4: Lunch With The Family
Edward's PoV
My dad had picked a small family style restaurant with an out door seating. I looked at my family and wondered for the millionth time where I came from. My mother, Esme, has shoulder length black hair that shined no matter what light we were in. her eyes were a lovely hazel that were always filled with compassion and her skin was pale and only enhanced her soft features. She was slightly tall for a girl, but short compared to the rest of us, and moved with nimble grace. My father, Carlisle, has dark blond hair that hung loosely around his head in a way that made it look he had just woke and yet never looked untidy at the same time. His eyes were a shocking blue that filled with love when aimed at his wife and pride when looking at his three sons. His skin was also pale but instead of softening his features like his wife's did his made his face seem sharper. Jasper looked like dad except his build was like mom's. He was the shortest of us yet was lanky and moved with grace. Emmett looked like mom. That is if you gave her two-foot heels gave her a buzz cut and buffed her up to pro-wrestler size.
Me? I was neither like my mother, nor my father, nor was I a combination of them both. I was medium in height and build. My hair was a light bronze that I could never get to lie straight, and my eyes had often been compared to liquid emeralds. The only thing that tied me to my family was my pale skin.
"Edward what do you think of this school?" my father asked me.
"Well it's a lot like all the other schools you've dragged us to throughout our education." I said.
My father reached over and laid his hand on mine. " I know you hate when we move, but I promise this will be our last move till you graduate." I sighed knowing it was no use to try to argue. That's when I saw her.
She was walking on the far left in the trio. Her hair was a light brown with natural looking red highlights that hung around her head in light waves. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown that held superiority. Her skin was a new shade of pale then that I have ever seen. It reminded me of pure white silk like that of which I imagined the angel's in heavens robes were made out of. The tan top she wore hung off her shoulders and loosely down her torso. It was only a little shorter then most and moved with every step me took to reveal glimpses of the smooth flawless stomach that was underneath. The black jeans she had on hung low on her waist and hugged tight to her legs till they flared out slightly right before her ankles to show the tan boots she was wearing. I looked back up to her face and that's when I noticed she was coming straight toward us.