"Hey, Edward. What's for dinner?" I enquired, smelling basil, cumin, chicken and coriander.

"Just this new recipe Bella's dad found, he thought it would be to advanced for her culinary abilities so she asked me if I would make it for her."

"So you mean we don't get to eat this? But it smells so good."

"Sure, didn't Mum tell you they were coming over tonight?"

"Nah, I've been out all day so she hasn't had a chance."

"You know I don't like it when you go off surfing by yourself, especially when you're gone all day, You'll end up with skin cancer."

"Hey stress less. God, I wasn't alone ok. I was with Tate and a couple of his mates. And I wore heaps of zinc and shit so don't worry. Seriously I'm fifteen you're worse then Mum or Dad."

Cough!

"What is it Dad?"

"Come on Rose you know the rules no swearing."

"Sorry. I'll remember that."

Well as you can see I have an over protective older brother - Edward, not that I hate him for it, it just gets a git annoying, I really don't know how Bella can stand it seeing that he's worse with her than with me. I swear if he had the chance he would lock her in a fire proof, water tight, super strong vault to make sure nothing will happen to her.

Then there's Dad. He's thirty and already the head of his own pharmaceutical company. He's the best Dad ever even though he makes most of my friends swoon over his charming good looks which I think is gross because he's fifteen years their senior. He goes by the name of Carlisle and you better not swear because he hates it.

Tate is also around. He's thirteen and likes to surf just as much as the rest of us. Edward, Dad, Tate and myself usually go for a surf at least once a day, but if Tate got his way he'd want to be in the water twenty four seven. But who can blame him we live right on the doorstep of one of the best beaches of all the Northern Beaches of Sydney. He can be a bit annoying like all younger brothers but he's still great.

Esme is my Mother and she is like the order in our family without her Dad would never be at work and we would never get to school. She's the one that gets us up at five to swim and gets as to the beach at six. She sit on sand and watches us while we surf. Without her we'd all be burn to a crisp, moneyless, beach bums. But she's not just a bossy sports mum that drags us from one place to the next whinging about how pointless the whole thing is, she's kind, compassionate and loving and she's the best Mum in the world.

Oh, I almost forgot myself. I'm Rosalie Cullen, but everyone calls me Rose. I am fifteen years of age, which makes me the middle child in my family;

Edward's two years older and Tate is two years younger. I have blond hair that reaches to about half way down my back. I'm also quite tanned due to the fact I'm always at the beach. That's about it, I love surfing, enjoy a kick flip on Tate's skate board every once and a while, and I almost forgot again I'm adopted. Well we all are; Edward was adopter when he was two, I was almost one and Tate was three. Not that I wish I wasn't or anything like that; I love my brothers and parents and it doesn't even seem like we are, it seems like we we're ment to be found by the Cullens and I'm glad we were.