Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, or any of Stephanie Meyers interesting characters.

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Click…Click…Click I sat in the large room alone, again. Clicking my pencil on the desk in a steady pattern; then I heard the traditional sounds coming towards the room. Shirley was giving the same speech that I had heard from every worker in this place.

"She's very pretty, and smart. Your just going to love her."

"Why hasn't she been adopted yet?" a mans voice questioned, people always asked that.

"She just hasn't found the right family yet."

"How did she end up here anyway?"

"She was orphaned as an infant." now that was an understatement. When my mother started to leave my father; taking me with her he lost it. He took his pistol and shot my mother then turned it on himself. He wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to have a different life.

They must be behind the window looking at me now, so I started drawing. I could draw beautifully in this life. Even at my age; people just assumed it was because I am a genius. Well in this life I am anyway, I stopped trying to convince anyone of my other life a long time ago when they said I had an overactive imagination. I could hear muffled words coming through the wall again.

"My look how pretty she is John; all that curly hair." my hair was long and curly I decided to get a head start growing it out; right now it is pulled back in a half ponytail and loose curls framed my face.

"What grade did you say she is in?"

"She is…advanced, she is going to start junior high in the fall."

"Even for her intelligence isn't she a little young? To be starting in sixth grade?"

"She's old for her years."

Another familiar voice floated into the room You were born middle aged and grow older every year her voice echoed through my head occasionally. I knew better than to tell anyone; I had seen what would happen if I did.

Footsteps neared my room, and the door screeched open. Shirley was standing in the doorway with a young couple.

"Hello Isabella, this is Mr., and Mrs. Mitchell they would like to meet you." I smiled back and answered with my memorized response.

"Hello Mr., and Mrs. Mitchell it is very nice to meet you, would you like to draw with me? I have more crayons."

"Why sure Isabella, and please call me Fran."

"OK Fran"

So we sat drawing for a while, John was drawing a dog or at least an animal of some kind, and Fran was drawing a little stick family. I always thought that people drew in these sessions told me a lot of what they want, Fran may want a family but I knew that I would eventually be too much for them. When John was done he asked

"So Isabella what are you drawing?" I showed him and his jaw dropped. It was a picture of there house.

"Who's house is that Isabella?" Fran stuttered.

"It's my dream home." I said wistfully. John and Fran looked at each other with pure adoration. I knew what question would be coming next it had been the same question I had heard fourteen times in my seven years.

"Isabella would you like to come live with us for a little while?"

I smiled sweetly and knew that my next few questions would surprise them.

"Where do you live?" an important question if I was going to make it to Forks by my Junior year in high school.

We live in Seattle, Washington, do you know where that is?"

I smiled again this was perfect "It is exactly one hundred and fifty miles from the front exit, if you take the I90."

"How do you know that?" John asked

"I'm a genius didn't they tell you?, oh and what type of school would I be going to?"

"You would be going to the best private school in the area that we can get you into." Now to lighten the mood before I scare yet another couple off.

"Good. What color is my room?"

They laughed at my typical seven year old question.

"Whatever color you want it to be."

"When do I get to go home with you?"

Shirley walked into the room at this moment.

"John, Fran why don't you go fill out paperwork with Justin; while I go help Isabella pack." They nodded with excited smile on there faces.

When Shirley and I got to my room she shook her head; my bags were already packed. I like Shirley and she actually believed me when I told her things. She also knew what would happen if she ever told anyone; I would be locked up forever.

The reason Shirley believed me is because I told her she was going to have a baby in February when it was just March of the year before; and I was correct.

"So Bells how long are they going to keep you?"

I closed my eyes seeing the events play out.

"I will be a treasure to show off to there friends; though they will soon become intimidated by me. They will put me in all sorts of activities and hire a nanny to keep me busy. I will be a trophy. In eighteen months they will send me to a boarding school which I will excel at. Oh."

"What?"

"Well John doesn't want a commotion so they will leave me at the boarding school year round until the boarding school runs out of things to teach me. When I am sent home I will be fourteen. Fran will be in an accident, which I will walk away from, and I will be sent back into the system."

"Well at least they will give you more options than the other families."

"Yes I suppose. I will call you if I need you." I wouldn't call, and Shirley will be the one to take me in after the accident, after she moves to Forks. She just doesn't know it yet.

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