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(Y/N)'s P.O.V
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"I'M HOME." I slammed the front door open, shutting it just as hard when I walked into the house. Not bothering to check where my parents were, I ran upstairs to my room and once there I threw my backpack down and leaned my board against my dresser.

I took my jeans off and replaced them with sweatpants and put a loose shirt over my head. It was loose enough to feel comfortable but tight enough to not show too much. Finally, after getting changed, I walked down the stairs to look for food. Skipping, lunch and not eating in the morning made me realize how hungry I was when I got home.

I opened the pantry and decided to eat some off-brand chips we had lying around. I wouldn't say off-brand, but it's one of the chip bags that had 'baked' on it, kinda like the healthy school chips.

Their wealth is on the more "rich" side. My dad is a nurse while my mom's a lawyer. It's a bit weird to tell people that your dad's a nurse, as you think it's usually seen as a "woman's" job, but I never saw it as weird, he makes the money and he's good at his job.

My dad's always up early to get to the hospital and my mom, doesn't have many clients but she leaves with my dad anyways. None of them stay in the morning, as they don't want anything to do with me, which I do not mind. They could be gone for months and I wouldn't care.

Even though they dislike me, they still care for me in some way, even if they seem like assholes. They still leave money on the counter for lunch, and they do bother asking me about my day at school but no matter what we always eat dinner together. Sometimes I wonder why they're rude toward me because it takes a toll on me.

Our house is a decent size, with two floors, 4 bedrooms two bathrooms, a large kitchen, a large living room, and a decent-sized basement. I went to the living room and lay down on the couch while watching TV. 

I heard the front door open, and in came my parents, however, someone else walked in with them. They were laughing loudly, probably at something my dad said, and they walked into the kitchen.

"Would you like to meet our daughter? She should be home from school by now." My mom's voice asked the stranger.

"I would be delighted to." His voice was soft and almost carefree.

"(Y/n)! We're home, and there's someone here for you to meet, come say hi!" My dad yelled up the stairs expecting me to be in my room. I walked out of the living room into the hallway.

"I'm right here, I was in the living room waiting for you guys." I waved my hands at them giving a small but curious smile. "What's going on anyways?" I looked between my parents and the man who was standing next to them, raising an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"This is the new doctor at the hospital your dad's working at, his name is Carlisle Cullen," Mom told me in a way that made it sound like she was trying to impress him in a way.

I looked him up and down, honey-colored hair, amber eyes, and a kind smile. Cullen. That makes sense to me as the gold eyes stood out to me. I held my hand out for him to shake. "If I knew someone was going to be here, I would have dressed up decently, excuse my attire. It's very nice to meet you, Dr. Cullen." I told the man, hoping that him to not think of me as a slob.

"It's quite alright, you did just get home from school, so trying to lounge is understandable." He sent me a smile, and let my hand go.