I dress in some white skinny jeans and a black n white striped long sleeved shirt. I put some black knee length boots on before brushing my blonde hair. I grab my phone and I walk down the hall towards the lobby.
I stand between Hailie and Conner while we wait for the couple to arrive. Stacy, the social worker, is sitting behind her desk, typing away on the desktop computer.
A pale man and a pale woman with topaz eyes walk in the double glass doors. I become nervous and the sight of the male and I move around in my spot. Conner rubs my back, he knows I was telling the truth about the males in my past families.
"Carlisle, Esme, this is Hailie, Conner, and Izzy." Stacy says smally. "Here are their paper work, take your time."
The woman, Esme, nods politely and she looks through the papers with her husband, Carlisle. Carlisle, I've heard of him. He is dr Cullen down in Forks hospital. I smile shyly as he looks up at me.
"Stacy, I believe we have come up with a decision." Carlisle says.
"Alright, who will it be?" Stacy asks, she is always rushing these things.
"Izzy Monroe." Esme says for her husband.
My eyes snap towards them and they are smiling. Conner pats my back and he walks me to my room.
"I'm happy for you." Conner says.
"I'm just scared." I sigh.
"Carlisle is a doctor, he is nice." Conner says. "He was my doctor before I came back here."
I nod silently and Conner helps me pack up my load of clothes and sneakers. Conner helps me carry my things outside to the Cullen's car wth Stacy's permission.
"I'll miss you." Conner pouts.
"You have Hailie, Con." I kiss his nose. "I'll miss you too."
Conner hugs me briefly before allowing me to climb into the car. I am now officially Izzy Cullen. I stare out the window and watch my new parents finish signing papers for Stacy.
"Are you cold?" Esme asks.
"A little." I reply politely, you learn that after so long in an orphanage.
She nods and she reaches up to turn the heat on. I hold my knees to my chest and I stare out the window. I see it begin to sprinkle when we enter Forks.
"You'll be in school with out other adopted children." Carlisle speaks.
"When do I start?" I ask.
"Monday morning." He replies. "Is that okay?"
"That's fine." I reply. "When do we get my supplies?"
"You can ride with Esme to Port Angeles tomorrow, if you like." Carlisle says.
I nod. "Thank you."
They both smile at me before pulling into a long, narrow driveway. I see a large, glass house at the end of the drive when Carlisle puts the vehicle in park.
I follow Esme inside while their five other adopted children help bring my things inside. Esme leads me to the third floor and shows me to the bedroom the designed for me. She has informed me that she is an interior designer.
My room has walls painted deep purple and my bed is covered in a black bedspread. I smile and I look at the black, laced window curtain.
"I love it, Esme." I comment. "Thank you."
"It is no problem, Izzy." She smiles. "I'll go make you something to eat."
"Okay, thanks." I smile.
I lay my Forrest green suitcases on my queen sized bed and I open up each one; I have five. I unpack all of my clothes and I hang up my shirts and dresses.
I finish unpacking and I go to the kitchen on the second floor. Esme has just set me a plate of Mac n Cheese on the counter. I smile thankfully an I take a seat. I eat on my food in peace.
"Can I take a walk in the woods?" I ask. "Nature eases my nerves."
"Yeah, I'll send Emmett with you, if it's okay." Esme says.
I nod. "That's fine."
Emmett, a really broad teenaged boy, approaches me and says he is ready. We walk out and into the woods. It is such a beautiful day for a good walk in the woods.
"I'm Emmett." The guy walking with me says.
"Esme told me." I say. "I'm Izzy."
He smiles and we stop at a creek. I see two abnormal sized dogs on the opposite side. I gnarl my nose.
"I don't like dogs." I mutter.
"Neither do I." Emmett says with a chuckle.
We turn around and begin our journey back. Emmett is funny, he is always joking around and acting like a complete child. I love it though.
We make it back home and I go up to my room, I am beginning to feel a little tired. I change into some pajamas and I crawl into bed. I pull the blanket up to my chin and I slowly drift off to sleep.
