New chapter my dear readers.
~Chapter Two~
After almost four days of nonstop driving in a cramped minivan with two adults, and eight other kids, we've arrived in Forks Washington, after four days of constant keg cramps, bathroom breaks, a screaming toddler, giggling and texting girls (once they got over their initial crying and complaining), we arrived in my godsend, my rain filled, green covered, nature smelling godsend. After less than fifteen extra minutes of driving, five of which were stopping for gas at the only, tiny, gas station in town, we park beside the two moving vans at our house.
The house is a late 1800's mini mansion, with a large stone path leading to wide steps that belong to a large wrap around porch set on a various stoned foundation, the house has white siding, a old, dark brown, oak door, the sloping roof has black shingles that are in need of fixing, and there are overgrown hedges lining the yards, all the shutters are painted a light gray-blue (I WAS KINDA GOING FOR A 'THE CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN' LOOKING HOUSE). After Matthew, with his brown locks, green eyes, and 6 foot stature, opens the door, we all gather in the foyer, I take a quick look around to find dark wood floors, wide arches for the doors, and white walls, ALL white walls.
"Alright, guys. First rule, there are over ten rooms in this house, the master bedroom is Sheryl's and I's, the second biggest is Lilith's, she's never had a room before, especially her own, and Jason, you get the third largest, the bedroom next-door to Sheryl and I's room is little Sam's room, twins-" Mary and Melody both look up. "you two still share a room, because we got you new bunks," The two of them grin at each other. "but! All the other rooms are free game- here are your door plates," Matthew opens a plastic bag, pulling out little plastic, fake, licence plates with the words Aurora Texas printed across them with a mini desert scene next to it, and each one has our names, then he hands us each two tacks, but one name catches my eye, causing me to stop, my name. It has two hearts on either side of the black print, two stars beside the hearts, and I trail a hand over the plate, my black nail varnish is chipped.
"This is... mine?" I ask softly, everyone- including Jason, stop what they are doing as I look up, my eyes burn with unshed tears, and Sheryl presses her hand to her mouth as tears well in her eyes, and she steps up to me, hugging me tightly.
"Oh, honey. I'm not mad, but... what do we have to do to show that we love you?" She asks as she sniffles from her tears.
"Lilith, we WANT you here, all of us." Jason says, Mary, Max, and Zeke all nod as Melody bounces Sam in her arms, smiling at me, and Jennifer looks up from her phone to beam at me as Sheryl steps back to beside Matthew, my eyes skim of each of them with a studying care. Melody and Mary, the twins, are both brunettes with similar features, such as rosy pink cheeks, a small button nose, and slightly rounded face, their lips are both relatively thin with a soft pink color, they have a point to their chins, and both have an alabaster skin color, but where Melody has hazel eyes, Mary has dark brown, both have a smattering of brown sugar and peach freckles across their nose, yet Melody always dresses in jeans and a T-shirt, Mary wears leggings and dresses, they are old 15.
Sheryl, with her blonde curls and, wide, brown eyes, has a soft olive skin tone, her sweetheart face is complete with a set of pouty pink lips, high cheekbones, and sloping nose. Matthew's short brown hair is spiked, his green eyes are obviously tired from the long drive, his cream skin has taken a paper tone, he has a chiseled jawline, a large, obviously Roman, nose with wide nostrils, and he ears are rather small. Next is Jennifer, she's obviously the popular type, with her lightly tanned skin, her sharp little nose always buried in her phone, she has blonde curls like Sheryl, and green eyes like Matthew, pouty pink lips, high cheekbones, small ears, and a small rounded chin, she's dressed in a denim skirt despite it raining out, and a tight pink jacket over a white blouse, and white, three inch heels.
Jason is 5 foot 10 inches with shaggy dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, a nose to match Jennifer's, and a chin like Matthew's, he's dressed in baggy camo cargo jeans, black Vans, a baggy black hoodie over a black Tony Hawk shirt, and a black beanie with a bill. Jason and Jennifer, if you can't tell, are Sheryl and Matthew's only bio-kids, both are Seventeen, but they're ten, almost eleven, months apart. Max is a ginger, with pale ivory skin covered in little brown sugar freckles, bright green eyes, low cheekbones, and large, CUTE, ears, he's in blue jeans, black and white Air Jordans, along with dark blue jacket over a red t-shirt, he is only 12.
While little Sam is only 2, he has black corkscrew curls, and pretty blue eyes, with a button nose, and his four front teeth sticking out of the roof of his mouth, ten mor little white teeth dote his more, and one is on it's way. Zeke is 13, with soft auburn locks, his nose is sloped, he has a butt-chin, and high cheekbones, his warm, olive green eyes are burning with happiness. At the people that I now am considering family, I feel a soft, small smile spread across my face, when Matthew speaks up again as I wipe away a stray tree. "Now, go find you bedrooms!" He shouts, we all race up the stairs, I notice the silver chandelier hanging over the foyer, little crystal drops reflecting the light down to the foyer and across the walls, splaying the with rainbow, and I make a mental note to as for prisms to hang up, either from my light, or windows if I have them.
There are four levels to the house, the top floor of the house is a loft/the master bedroom and bath, the third floor is where I find the second largest bedroom, with white, plush, carpet, the walls are painted a royal purple, and I can see the movers have brought up the brand-new furniture. Tacking my little 'licence plate' to my dark oak door with an extremely hard push, I step inside, looking around to take it in, the room that is, MY room. I have glass double doors leading out to a bleach-white balcony, which has ivory climbing down to the grassy yard below, four white framed windows sit in either corner of the left side of the room, where a four post, canopy bed sits, the posts look like trunks of trees, and the framework looks like tree branches. The canopy is a soft netting of a dark purple color, that drape over all sides of my bed, attached to the board at the top that is covered in glow in the dark stars. A soft, royal purple ottoman sits at the end of my bed, and my sheets are a soft, smooth, royal purple, much like the rest of my bedding except for my pillowcases, which are white cotton.
Two little tree looking bedside tables sit on either side of my new bed, with see through, glass tops, one houses a black lamp with large holes in the base, and a lilac shade, the other holds a digital alarm clock, and multiple lavender vanilla scented candles that have a hint of cinnamon to them. Shelves hang on either side of my bed, they are small, an look like they are knots of wood from trees, they're currently empty for me to fill later, there is a second door on the same wall as my bedroom door, which opens to a large walk-in closet, complete with two built-in dressers, a large full body mirror, and a rack for my shoes, I just know that this closet will never be filled. A third door sits on the right wall, along with a heavy oak desk, complete with a work lamp, and gray office chair, a small bookshelf hangs above it full of school books.
Against the back wall, in the corner beside my bed, is a large ceiling to floor, oak bookshelf that is lined with books, three beanbag chairs, and a large standing lamp. A Japanese lantern inspired chandelier hangs down from the ceiling, the character for my name is cut out of it, letting in more light to the room than before, as I turn it on. I spot an art easel by the desk, large, white, read to be painted on, and a stack of black covered notebooks on the desk as well. Finally, opening the mystery door, I discover my own bathroom, the walls are tiled with a gray and white marble granite, the floors are just white, a half wall separates a double wide shower with a fogged glass door, from my claw-foot, white marble bathtub, that has jets added to it, a large glass Gothic style sink sits under a wide, gold gilded mirror that has roses etched into the top and bottom of the frame, large bulb light dot the white ceiling sporadically, and a light oak cabinet is beside the shower, the top shelf houses my toiletries, the middle holds my medical needs (such as Band-Aids, allergy meds, and epi-pens, and gauze, and medical lotion for my tattoos), while the third and last is full of towels, rags, and washclothes.
Sitting on the ottoman at the end of my bed, my hands are limp on my jeans, tears burn my eyes as I stare blankly at them, a thick lump in my throat as I do so, my heart hammers in my chest, and I caress the gold locket around my neck, before standing as I clear my throat. Starting down the stairs the door is wide open, my foster family members are all racing back and forth with their own boxes, each one marked with their name as I join in, racing down the front steps, I climb into the bed of the second moving truck, eyes scanning the boxes before I see one one my four, picking it up to reveal my second box is directly behind it, so I stack them, then carefully hop down, scurrying past Max and Melody into the house, before I climb the spiral staircase up to my room, bumming the door open with my hip, and set the boxes before my ottoman, before hurrying down the stairs and out the front door once more, grabbing my third and fourth boxes, and set them down in my room, starting to unpack them instantly.
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The next morning, Sheryl give us a ride to our new schools, she takes Max and Zeke into the middle school, dropping Sam off at the daycare there, then she drives Jennifer, Jason, Mary, Melody, and I to Fork Highschool, making sure to tell us that there is another new girl starting today, but I am sure that I am the only one that hears, Jennifer has her nose in her phone, Jason has in his headphones, Mary is immersed is doing Melody's hair while watching Melody play a game in her DS, pulling up in the school, I am quick to give Sheryl a hug, jumping out of the car- I'm used to being the "New girl" so the stares don't bother me anymore, stopping in the office with my foster siblings and my foster mother, I notice the office is split in half by one long counter, a large corkboard is on the back wall with multiple colored flyers tacked on it, three smaller desks dot the back of the room behind the counter, and one woman stands at the end of the desk. She has frizzy red hair, and is dressed in a white skirt with a blue blouse, making my feel rather underdressed.
Sheryl hands each of us a map of the school, our locker number and combo, and our class schedules as soon as she gets them, and I duck out the office door, pulling my hood of my black windbreaker up against the wind, and slight rain as I start towards my first class. "Ah, miss Michaelson," My teacher announces. "why don't you take a seat next to your fellow new student, miss Swan." A brunette girl, around my age, looks up from her seat in the back, an empty desk beside her, keeping my head low, I stumble across the room, dropping into my seat as I remain quiet.
"Hi, I'm Bella. Bella Swan," The girl holds a hand out to me, as the teacher starts class, I shyly take it, smiling up at her.
"Lilith Michaelson, nice to meet you." I answer. "I prefer Lily, though nobody ever calls me that."
"Oh, you're... one of the Jefferson's foster kids, my parents were friends with them, they all were in highschool together." Bella explains as she stands as the bell rings, the two of us start down the sidewalk outside. "So, how many foster kids are in your home?" She asks.
"There are eight kids, two of them are Sheryl and Matthew's biological kids, so... six of us." I answer, the two of us enter our next class, having previously discovered that we were in three of the same classes in the morning, and the last class of the day. "Jason and Jennifer are the biologic kids," Bella and I sit in the back once again. "there is Mary and Melody, the twins, then Max, Zeke, and Sam, the boys." I explain, then math class starts, the teacher gives us three pages of math work to do with our table partner, and as Bella and I chat, we start to learn about each other, attempting to ignore all the stares that are directed at us.
"Hi, you're... Isabella Swan and Lilith Michaelson, the new girls. I'm Eric," A boy says, reaching over the aisle to speak with us, he has Asian features with almond shaped brown eyes, and oily black hair, he gives off the vibe of an overly helpful, chess club type. "if you guys need any help with anything at all, I'm your guy. Tour guide, lunch date, shoulder to cry on." Definitely the overly helpful type.
"Um... I'm- more of the suffer in silence type." Bella says, Eric looks at me.
"I'm good," I wave my hand, my arm still on my desk. "I don't... suffer in public." I answer as I fill out the math problems, my pencil scratching across the paper.
"Good headline for the feature, you know- I'm on the paper, and you two are new, front page." My pencil clatters to the tabletop, I stare at him with wide eyes.
"No no no no no!" I wave both of my hands back in forth in front of me, Eric's brow furrows.
"No, please. Don't... please, don't have any sort of..." He lets out a laugh, smiling at us.
"Woah, chillax. No feature." He smiles at us, I stammer out a thanks, picking up my pencil, and I look down at my math work, pouring my attention into it as Bella breathes a sigh of relief beside me.
After two more classes, one with Bella, I find my way to the cafeteria with ease, entering the large building as I push my hood back, my black curls fall down my back, my blue streaks have faded to a blonde that I have to dye again soon. "Lily!" I look up at my name, finding a Bella waving at my from a table full of people, an empty seat behind her, so I quick make my way over to her, dropping into the seat beside her. "How was your last class?" She asks.
"Fine, tiring." I state as I shrug off my soaked windbreaker, wincing as it scraps against the fresh tattoo that is on my left shoulder, the bleeding heart that is wrapped in the thorny vine.
"Hey, nice tattoos." A brunette girl says, she's in a pink long sleeve top, low riding blue jeans, and brown ugg boots, a white headband in her hair.
"Thanks." I murmur as I stand from the table, joining the lunch line, in which I pile my tray with a lemonade, a salad, a cup of cherry tomatoes, a tiny paper cup of ranch, a chicken wing, and a plastic wrapped chocolate chip cookie. Crossing to the table once more, I place my tray down, seeing Jennifer, Jason, Melody, and Mary are all sitting there with the others. A smaller girl with a brown ponytail, she has almond brown eyes with glasses, and a camera in hand, Bella looks at me with a small amount of terror in her eyes. "Uh... hi, guys." I murmur.
"You know them?" The pink shirted girl looks up at me, Bella whispers her name is Jessica, asks me.
"They're... my siblings." I answer as I sit down, before Jessica can say anything, Jennifer and Bella speak up in unison.
"Who are they?" I follow their line of sight, my gaze lands on THEM. There are five of them, all of them are looking away from each other, and everyone else, each of them are pale, with dark rings around their eyes, as though they're each suffering from sleepless nights, or just healing from broken noses, there are two girls, and three boys.
"The Cullens." The smaller, Asian, girl says, Bella mutters that her name is Angela.
"They're Doctor and Missus Cullen's foster kids," Jessica's voice has a sharp tone. "they all moved down her from Alaska, like a few years ago." She takes a large bite of salad. "Missus Cullen can't have any kids, so they foster them all." She makes it sound like that's a bad thing.
"I'm fostered." Mary, Melody, and I all say in unison, causing Jessica's face to turn bright red, her mouth is opens and closes rapidly.
"Anyway, they kinda keep to themselves." Angela says, letting her camera hang from her neck.
"Yeah, cause they're all together- like /together/ together." Jessica says, pressing her fork to her lips. "Okay, the blonde girl is Rosalie Hale. and she's with the big brown haired guy, Emmett." I look at the table again. "Then, the little brown haired girl, is Alice, she's REALLY weird, and Jasper, the blonde one, who looks like he's in pain- there's this thing that they're together, but nobody knows for sure." Just then, the blonde slowly lifts his head, my eyes are drawn to his own, his eyes seem to harden as I drop my head instantly.
"Who is he?" I can hear Bella ask, looking up to find a brunette boy, not much older than myself, and Bella, he is scrawnier than his brothers, smaller too.
"That's Edward Cullen," Jessica answers. "totally gorgeous, OBVIOUSLY, not that anyone here is good enough for him." Her tone gives off a face that she's tried and been shot down. "So, DON'T waste your time." That is definitely jealousy.
"Wasn't planning on it." Bella answers, looking over at me, my eyes are low as I bite back a smirk at her lie.
And so, they have now met each other! Sorry for the slow goings. I am catching up, now.