AN: So this is my new story, it's kind of like Snow White, the Seven Dwarfs, just swap the dwarfs for Cullen's, and you're there.
Disclaimer: All belongs to Stephenie Meyer
Once upon a time there lived a young girl who's name was Isabella. Isabella lived with her loving father as her mother had died in childbirth. Bella as she was known to all who knew her; and her father were very happy with just the two of them.
Until one day, when entering a supermarket her father bumped into a beautiful woman. From the moment they met, her father was smitten. They married eight months later. Right from the start, her stepmother hated her and made no secret of this to Bella. Whenever Bella's father was at work her stepmother would be mean to her, but Bella put up with it as she made her father happy.
One day her father who was the sheriff was called to a robbery at a local store, one of the small town of Forks only robberies. Her beautiful father was shot dead whilst trying to help one of the hostages.
After that, Bella's stepmother became her legal guardian. Jealous of the small girl's beauty her stepmother physically and emotionally hurt her. Alone in the world Bella had no one to turn to, she dreamed of her knight in shining armour, who would come and rescue her from her life, but that was just a dream, and Bella knew dreams never came true. At least for her…
When I was younger and my father would read me fairytales, it wasn't hard to believe the magic in them. I truly believed that my prince charming would find me someday, I spent hour's day dreaming about what he would look like, and how we would meet.
After my father's death, I quickly learned how foolish I had been to believe such nonsense. As far as I was concerned, there was no magic in life, if there was I would not have lost my father when I was just eight years old.
The day of my father's funeral, I put away my book of fairytales and with it my hope and my dreams.
My stepmother Victoria was an evil woman. She would spend hours sitting in front of her mirror staring at herself while I would be running around completing the many chores she insisted must be done. Failure to complete the chores would result in her beating me with a stick she had pulled from the backyard or she simply refused to feed me until she thought I had learnt my lesson. Sometimes it would take her days before she decided I had.
At school, I kept to myself scared that anyone I got close to would find out my secret. My old friends although they tried after my father's death soon drifted away.
At lunchtime, I would sit in the cafeteria reading a book. After doing this for so many years the other students knew to stay away from me, that I would never talk to them. Whenever a new student came to Forks High and would even glance over in my direction another student was quick to jump up and inform him or her that nobody ever sat next to me, I was the freak who barely spoke. Whenever this happened, I had to try hard to keep myself from crying. I would secretly glance around and watch the other kids laugh and joke together and all I wanted was to be apart of that, someone with no worries, but I knew it was easier this way.
AN: So what did you think? Please review and let me know.