Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all except my plot. :(
"Rosalie Lillian Hale!" My dad yelled. Oh, c'mon, when do I ever get a break?
I trudged down the stairs, staying on the last step. I rubbed my eyes, making my sight go clearer. When I saw my dad, I glared at him and my little sister, Claree.
"What?" I snapped. Dad came over to me and stood tall. At 6'5, he looks like a giant. He towered over me and glared. I glared right back.
"What's this?" He asked and held up a box. I squinted my eyes and saw what was written on the box....Vibratex. Shit! He found my vibrator. DAMN YOU, DAD. I grabbed it away from him and heard my demonic sister giggle.
"It's mine. Don't go in my room, it's private. If you don't want to see this, then don't go to my room." I said simply.
"ROSALIE HALE, IF YOU DON'T GET RID OF THAT NOW, YOU'RE GROUNDED! No shopping, no dates and importantly, NO CARS." He said menacingly. He looked at me, daring me to say something. I did. Technically.
I screamed like I was a bitch gone mad. I screamed on the top of my lungs, sharing my magnificent voice to the world. I screamed like there's no tomorrow, which is when he grounds me. I stopped for a breath and was going to continue, but he covered his hand on my mouth.
"Shut up, Rosalie. Now, go to your room and burn this thing." He said and stalked off. He went back to Claree, playing princess with her. Really. Once I saw him, wearing a pink ruffle-y dress.
Flashback
Last day of junior high is tough. Everyone is running around, completing things they didn't do. BLEGH.
I got into my car and drove back home. Oh, my car. It's so beautiful. Man, I wouldn't give it up for a one night stand with George Clooney. DAMN YOU, by the way.
I grinned when I got home. I got out of my car and went in. My grin fell. What I saw surprised me. Dad, MY dad was twirling around, wearing a hot pink princess dress. He had a tiara and was wearing heels. He looked..gay.
I cleared my throat. He turned around and blushed madly. His daughter just caught him red handed, wearing a princess dress. EMBARASSING.
"I..uhm..was playing with uh, Claree. Yes. I was. She, uh, made me wear this, or she would, uh.. never see me again, yes. Never see me again, that's what she said if I didn't wear this." He said proudly of what he came up. An idiot would only believe him. She- err he, even had make up on! SERIOUSLY.
"Whatever." I said, playing it off like I didn't care. Which I did. If he ever came out of the closet, my reputation would be ruined!
End of Flashback
You might be confused, but sometimes I stay with my dad in the mornings and then run to my new family's house. I have been adopted but my dad decided to show up last year and here I am.
"Fine, you jerk." I snapped and ran up. I quickly threw the box on my bed and went straight to my bathroom. I stripped and turned on the cold and hot water. I sat into the tub and relaxed. I waited for a minute and switched the water off. I grabbed the remote beside me and turned on the TV. I quickly changed the channel into the Fashion Channel. They were interviewing the mom of the world known mode, Isabella Swan.
"Mrs. Dwyer, is it true that Bella ran away?" the reporter asked.
"Yes," she sobbed, "I don't know where she went! I asked Angelica, but she would just shrug and say 'Bella doesn't want me to tell you.' and walk away!" she hiccupped.
"Mrs. Dwyer, any idea where she went?"
"I don't know. Maybe to her father but I can never be sure! She always wanted to stay in Italy, Rome, Hawaii, Germany and Japan!" she said helplessly.
"I'm sure she'll come back," the reporter said and faced the camera, "This is Alicia Derby, reporting for E! News."
I let out a gasp. This can't be! Bella Swan ran away! How would all of the companies she endorsed live without her! She's the highest paid model and the current model of almost all of the top brands in Fashion! Oh no!
I quickly bathed myself and got out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and sat on the stool in front of the mirror. I blow dried my hair and ran to my closet. I chose a red spaghetti strap tank and black skinny jeans. I took my red pumps and tied my hair into a ponytail. I took my makeup and applied my foundation. I gently put mascara on my eyelashes and blood red lipstick on my lips. I took my star earrings and put it on my ears. I got my pink eyeshadow and applied it. I took my bag and ran down to my red BMW convertible. I turned on the engine and drove to my foster family's house.
I entered and ate there. I smiled at my foster mom, Esme. I dug into my food and shoved it to my mouth. Unladylike, I know. I brushed my teeth in one of the bathrooms and got out with Alice, Jazz and Em. Emmett and I rode on his Jeep and went to school.
We parked and chatted for a while when a Bugatti Veyron entered the parking lot.
"OMG!" I squealed, "Is that a Bugatti Veyron?!" I yelled madly. It was sooo shiny and fast and beautiful! The car parked and the door opened. A leg went out and then the whole person. It was ISABELLA SWAN! Mental squeal!
Everyone went quiet. A pin could drop and everybody would hear it.
Right on cue, a pin dropped. Oh, the irony. Everybody's gaze shifted to that except us Cullens. She took it as a time to escape and she jogged towards the school. Just then, after she entered, everybody started talking.
"That's... that's.." Alice was speechless. Woah, first time ever in my life I see her become speechless.
"Isabella Swan!" I squealed.
This day is the best!
Author's Note: These first few chapters will be short. They're just the introductions, please bear with me. Up until I introduce them all, they will be short. So, SORRY. :)
Oh, and to all who have been wondering why I made Bella sort of a..you know..BITCH, it's just that Bella's sort of a weakling when Stephenie Meyer did it. I want Bella to stand up for her own. Bitchella is better than Bella the weakling. Soo, yeah. :)
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xoxo,
Allyson/Allie.
