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Chapter One

Adopting Bella

Hello, My Name Is

Isabella Swan

That's what I had to wear on my shirt. Every time potential parents walk into the orphanage I have to dress up and wear this stupid name tag. I don't know why I bother, I've lived here since I was two and no one had ever adopted me and now at 16 I had no hope of being adopted.

I looked up from my worn copy of Wuthering Heights and saw a lot of young couples walking around looking for their perfect child. I felt a pang in my heart, no one would want me. I returned to reading my book and when the little bell rang signaling that someone was walking into the room, I ignored it.

Then, all of a sudden, I was flying through the air, squealing as my body lost contact with the floor.

Then a loud booming voice said," You're perfect!"

"Emmett!" yelled a very attractive blonde. "Put her down and stop treating her like a toy."

The guy, Emmett, sighed and put me down while mumbling apologies.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," I told both of them. "You just startled me." I looked them both over, Emmett was huge, as in muscular, I doubted this guy had any fat on him at all, and he was attractive. He had short brown hair, cheerful brown eyes, and a huge smile. The woman looked like a model, she had long blonde hair and blue eyes. Both of them were wearing designer type clothes. Great, I thought, rich people, they'll probably want one of the babies. "Do you ant me to show you to the nursery room?" I asked.

Emmett frowned and said, "No, we're wanting to adopt a teenager, and I thought that… aren't you… sorry I thought you were one of the orphans," he rambled.

I was confused, why would it matter if I was an orphan, I was to plain to be wanted by people like these anyways. "No, I am an orphan. There are probably some younger teens in the rec room if you want to see them," I offered.

The blonde spoke up then, "What about you? Don't you want to be adopted?"

"Well I did, but I gave up on that a long time ago, now I'm only waiting until I turn eighteen to move out," I explained, not mentioning the fact that I still wanted to be adopted.

"Why'd you give up on be adopted?" Emmett asked.

"Well," I started, "after living here for fourteen years I guess my optimism is pretty low." Both of them looked shocked at what I had said. "What?" I asked.

"Fourteen years?" the blonde asked, an appalled look on her face, then one of determination took over and she grabbed Emmett and pulled him away to have a whispered conversation with him. Not wanting to eavesdrop I returned to my book. When I looked up again they were gone, I sighed. They seemed really nice, I thought, depressed. As I returned to my book a single tear ran down my cheek.

Hey guys, sorry it's short but I wanted to know what ya'll thoguht of it before I did more, so review!