Tyra POV

"Come in, ladies," I instruct the girls waiting outside the door. We have a very diverse group this year. When I compare these girls with previous cycles, this is the most diverse. Also the most mysterious. It's strange. When I was looking up the girl's information a few months ago, there was one that didn't have much of a history. There were several Rosalie Hales dating back to the Great Depression. But in the several mentions of her, there is not a single picture, strange for a model. And Leah Clearwater. There wasn't a single mention of her anywhere except for school files. It's like both these girls are trying to hide from all of the world.

The door opens and the twelve contestants file in. There are two African-American contestants, one Asian, one Indian, one Native American, three Hispanic, one Irish, one multi racial and two white girls. This is very different. I am not used to this. White contestants usually have the majority. But now, this is different.

"Welcome, ladies, to America's Next Top Model, Cycle 13. I will assume you have all introduced yourselves? As I hope you all know, I'm Tyra," I say while looking at Rosalie and Leah since they seem to have been living under a rock.

"Hello, Tyra," the bubbly, Irish girl named Maddie says. I'm not sure what to make of this. She is obviously trying to suck up, but I love it.

"Hello to you too, Maddie," I respond, "This year, the promotional picture will be in silver. Ypu may all go back up to the house and await further instructions. Any questions?"

"No, I think we all understand," Rosalie says with a look of hatred. I've gotten a lot of different looks the past 12 cycles. But this was entirely new. It was like an animal was staring at me, ready to pounce.

"I guess I will see you girls in a bit. Good luck."

They file out the door with nothing else said. They are just quiet. Usually there is someone always talking. I think this cycle it's going to be Maddie. But it seems like when Rosalie spoke up, Maddie shut up. This is very strange. And the chemistry between Rosalie and Leah was almost hostile. It was like they hated each other's guts with no chance of relaxing. They probably just got into a fight when they met or something like that. Let's just see how they all react when they find out that they will be getting their makeover and haircut before the shoots start.

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Rosalie POV

"Wasn't that so exciting? I can't believe that we actually met Tyra! OMG! This is the best moment of my life! Rosalie, can you guess why I'm so excited? Wait, I want to tell you. WE JUST MET TYRA! OMG! OMG! OMG! I can't believe it!" Maddie just kept going on and on about how amazing it was to meet Tyra. She just WOULD NOT shut up. I just got tired of listening to her that I went to talk to Emmaline.

The thought of myself being able to willingly talk to her is amazing. But I think it's not really willing. I'm just fed up with Maddie.

"Having fun listening to Maddie?" Emmaline asks me. Who would've guessed that she would start the conversation? I guess the grudge is one-sided if I didn't realize it before.

"I just love listening to her talk forever. Don't you?" I respond.

"Of course, that's why I got as far away as possible from her," she answers, "There are going to be some very long photo shoots with her. You can tell, right?"

"Yeah, this is going to be the best time of my life."

Shit I think to myself. I really don't want to get too close or too friendly with her. I just can't. She's descended from Royce's bastard.

In the middle of my thoughts, Leah walks past me and I don't miss it. I let a snarl out from the bottom of my chest and she returns it. This was going to be great.

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Rosalie POV

"WE HAVE TO WHAT!?!?!" I'm out of my seat and screaming at the beauty director. "I WILL NOT CUT MY HAIR! THERE IS NO WAY! THERE ISN'T ENOUGH YOU COULD PAY ME TO CUT MY HAIR!"

"These are Tyra's instructions. We have to cut everyone's hair into styles she picked out herself. Yours just happens to be a bob. I think it will be cute on you. It's a big change, yes, but you'll get used to it," he responds calmly. Does this happen a lot? IT must happen often enough for him not to cower.

"No you don't understand. My hair takes forever to grow. The most I have ever cut it is one inch to get rid of split ends and that's it. I won't do it," I try to explain but it doesn't seem to work.

"Listen, you want to keep your spot and I want to keep my job. So you will let me cut your hair."

"You know what, I don't think I want to let you cut my hair."

"Yes you will. You must let me cut your hair if you want to keep your spot."

"I believe this is America. I'm pretty sure we can do or not do what we want. Correct me if I'm wrong."

"You're completely right. But these are instructions from Tyra who is my boss and your judge. If you want to be on for longer than one week, you will let me cut your hair."

I could just hear Edward in the back of my mind. "Compromise, Rose. It's the only way you can get what you want. And you don't want to tempt yourself. Calm down and compromise with him. Just use your charm, he can't say no."

I try to calm myself down with no avail. "How about this. You can cut three inches off of my hair. No more or I can and will sue you. If you cut more, I personally would rather be fired than be sued by me."

He finally broke down. "Okay, okay. No more than three inches. I understand, just don't let Tyra fire me."

"Of course I won't let her fire you. I couldn't do that to you."

I sat down in the chair and watched very carefully as he cut my hair as precisely as possible.

"There you are, Ms. Hale. Not a bit more than three inches," he tells me, "What do you think?"

I can tell he's still nervous from before, but I can't let him stay like that. "Oh, I love it! It's just perfect. I think it looks a lot better than before and ten times better than that bob. Don't you?"

"Of course, it looks beautiful."

Sometimes I really wish that I could read minds like Edward. This is one of those times. I can only imagine how much Edward's laughing now if he was listening. I stood up and played with my hair a little bit, there were some new layers that really make a difference.

"Goodbye, and thank you," I tell him.

"No problem," he replies, "But you better hope I don't lose my job because of it."

I smile my best smile and leave the room. I am greeted by everyone but Maddie and Leah. Everyone's hair has an edgier look to it. But I can see that I would have most likely been the only one with hair shorter than shoulder length. Does Tyra really hate me that much? Oh well, if she does, this is going to be fun.

Just then, Leah came out and her smell hit me as strong as it always is. It seems to be getting stronger if that's possible. Her hair was short enough to begin with, but now it was longer. She obviously had extent ions. It wasn't hard to see that she hated them. I would've thought that by having long hair she would have felt less like a wolf. But then again, she's Leah, she is as far away from normal as possible. It looks like Tyra tried to make Leah look and feel more like a girl with longer hair. It doesn't seem to work despite her efforts. I wonder how Leah will respond to the couture clothes we will be wearing for the shoots. I really hope she doesn't make a fool of herself, she should know better.

And then Maddie came out. Her beautiful red hair now has blonde highlights. She appears to love them, but I can see through her mask. She wants her pure red, Irish hair back. I don't blame her. Although all the other girls are telling her how wonderful they look, I absolutely hate them. They completely clash with her natural color. I can kind of see why someone might see it as pretty, but after ninety or so years on earth, I can see what beauty looks like. And her blonde highlights may look fashionable now, they won't next season. For the first time, I feel somewhat sorry for her. I don't know why, but I do. If only Jasper were here, he might be able to tell me why.

I hear footsteps coming towards the door. It's the sound of five-inch heels clanking down the marble hallway we just came through an hour ago. The double doors open and it's Tyra. Wonderful.

"Hello, girls. I just LOVE all of your new hairstyles. They make you look so different. What's wrong dear? You're highlights look beautiful, trust me," she tells Maddie. After hearing this, Maddie perks up and has a smile on her face. I can tell that she is easily manipulated.

"I thought you were supposed to get a pixie cut?" Tyra asks me.

"Well, I was. But it seemed like you were trying to get me to be more of a clean cut person. But that's not me. I think this looks suits me much better. He added layers and took off three inches. Do you like it?" I did my best to not get him fired, but I don't think it was enough.

"I agree, it looks much better. You're hair would be beautiful in any style though. If only you gave the pixie cut a chance."

"I'm fine with long hair, don't worry."

"Well, girls. Let's get you all dressed and ready for the shoot."