I thought I would be kind and upload again tonight. If you don't understand the relevence of this chapter, you should read my other fanfic - Different Species.

3 miles from the Cullen's House

Aellai Andris got out of the car, stretching her arms up to the sky. The car journey from the airport had been long, causing her bones to stiffen slightly. She arches her back, rolling her shoulders with a long yawn. Aellai opened the car door for Ericka Kamber, her best-friend, to step out. Ericka also stretched before reaching back into the car, pulling out a plush white handbag.

Ericka's dark hair tumbled over her shoulders in light, spread out curls. Her tanned skin glowed softly in the evening light and her grey eyes gave of a gentle sparkle of excitement. She clung to her white bag, holding it to her chest which was covered by a tight black top. Ericka looks at Aellai, still not believing that she was in America. Going to America had always been her dream, she never thought it was going to become a reality though.

Aellai and her father, Barak, had decided to move to America when Aellai's mother had died. Mrs Andris had gotten seriously injured during a car crash on the way home from work one night. She was in hospital for a long time and upon returning home, caught an infection. As she lay dying, she gave Aellai her most prized necklace, a necklace that hung forever around Aellai's neck.

Aellai didn't want to leave Ericka and so spoke to her father about her best friend joining them. Barak agreed, giving permission for Aellai to invite Ericka. Of course, Ericka's parents agreed; it was a chance of a better education for their daughter. The two friends couldn't wait to begin school, but first, they had to unpack.

They stood looking up at the house, it was so much different to the houses in Greece. In was seated right at the edge of town, surrounded by trees and wildness. Its a small cottage, just two rooms, a kitchen, living room, bathroom and a small dining room. Aellai gently pushed Ericka forward, silently telling her to go first.

Aellai followed her friend towards the house, staring up at it with wonder. Ericka twisted the door knob, opening the old wooden door with a slight creak. The girls step inside, looking around the small living room they had stepped into. The fire place was light, a soft burning glow filling the room. A worn brown rug was sat in front of the fire, begging to be laid on. There was a plush brown couch, positioned to point to the corner of the room where a TV was stationed. On the left side of fire place, the corner without the TV, was a small brown armchair.

That was all on the right of the door. On the left was a small kitchen. There were a few counters made of old marble which gleamed in the fire light that reached it. The stove looked old but fashionably so; it called out to Ericka. It was beautiful and Ericka could tell should would be in there a lot; slaving away over the stove to prepare food for everyone else.

Opposite the door was two stairs, leading up slightly. Aellai walked up them, looking into the first room. In there was a wooden dining table with matching chairs surrounding it. A vase of purple flowers sat on the table with happy petals. Aellai carried on down the hall way, peering into the rooms. She saw her dads bedroom, stationed with a double bed, wardrobe and a desk. She passed the bathroom with was fitted with a toilet, sink and shower. No bath...damn. The the end of the small hall was a door that she eagerly pushed open.

Inside was hers and Ericka's bedroom. Two single wooden beds were pushed up against the far wall, one with dusty rose sheets and the other with baby blue ones. Two chestnut wooden wardrobes were on the same wall as the door, begging for clothes to be stored in. There are two desks, one against the left wall and one against the right. Great, a bed, wardrobe, bedside table and desk for each girl. Perfect!

Ericka pushed past Aellai and headed straight for the bed with the blue covers. She dropped her bag at the end of the bed, falling onto the bed herself. She closed her eyes, smiling as she let out a sigh. Aellai laughed at her friend before walking over to her desk, setting down the box she had been carrying on it. When she turned back to look at Ericka, she noticed her best friend was holding up a Post-it note.

Aellai took the note from her friend and read it aloud. "Hope you like the furniture, Esme."

"It was on the fridge" Ericka says, her accent making the English words sound funny.

"Who's Esme?" Aellai wondered aloud, still looking at the Post-it note.

"She's a home designer" Barak says, poking his head into the girls room. "Who do you like your room?"

"I love it Mr Andris" Ericka smiles. "Its going to be so much fun living here."

"Good and yes, it will be" he nods, turning to go back down the hall.

"What are you wearing tomorrow?" Ericka asks, turning to look at her best-friend.

"I might wear that black skirt I got, the one I got last week" Aellai replies with a sigh. "You?"

"Yeah, that would look really nice with a frilly white top!" Ericka nods. "I'm wearing my white top, white loose knit jumper, my lucky tight jeans and my black gem boot heels."

"Sexy" Aellai winks with a chuckle.

"I know" Ericka shrugs with a wink of her own. "Tomorrow is going to be so fun!"

"Its so is!" Aellai agrees with a nod.

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