OK so heres my new story. It's kind of a cross between the movie August Rush and Twilight. I really liked this movie and thought the storyline would work so well with Twilight so I decided to give it a go. I hope it works out ok but please REVIEW and tell me what you like and don't like.

I have to warn you though that it may be a bit confusing coz it's going to skip around in time a lot, like it does in the movie. For example this chapter is in the present day but the next will be about 11-12 years earlier, again like in the movie. So please try and stick with me, I have a feeling it's going to be hard to write. But hopefully it'll work!!!

Oh and I would recommend seeing the movie before reading this but if you want to you could try without. I'm sure you would understand it eventually.

Disclaimer: I do not own August Rush or Twilight…although it's on my to steal list.

Oh and this chapter is dedicated to my friend Minx who got stuck on a first aid course without us *tears!!* THIS IS FOR YOU!!! PLEASE DON'T DIE FROM BORDOM!!!

Izzy woke suddenly from her far from peaceful slumber. She rubbed her eyes and gazed round her sparse, bare room. Moonlight streamed through a window set high in the wall and illuminated the ugly grey concrete blocks that encased the room. She sat up, careful not to hit her head on the ceiling that was abnormally closed because of the bunk bed. Her scratchy, thin blanket slipped down to pool at her waist and exposed her dirty, ragged pyjamas. She felt her roommate, Max, move in her sleep from the bed below. Izzy struggled to remember the reason she woke. She scratched her head but paused as she heard in again, the tinkling that had brought her to consciousness. It sounded like a chorus of miniature bells and the sound made her heart soar.

As the tinkling became more persistent Izzy began to hear rhythms and sounds that moulded into the soprano tinkling, creating a rich assortment of luscious tones and harmonies. She slowly began to move her hands in time with the beautiful sound until she was waving her arms in graceful arches, her eyes closed as she took in the music from all around her. Her deep mahogany hair cascaded down her back in natural waves and her heart shaped face was slightly screwed up in concentration.

The music continued to flow through her and she felt at peace. Music was always on her mind and seemed to understand her better than any person could. Izzy had known for a long time that this wasn't normal. Not everyone could hear the music in the world every single day. But this fact only made her treasure her special girt even more.

As the melody came to an end Izzy breathed deeply and slowly opened her eyes. They were her most unusual feature because of the intense colour that had never been seen in a pair of eyes before, although Izzy didn't realise that. They were so dark in colour that they almost looked black but in the right light you could see swirls of deep, chocolate brown and light, rich gold. It looked stunningly beautiful but hauntingly sinister at the same time.

Izzy stayed awake, gazing around the small room for some time until she yawned and fell back onto her pillow. The eleven year old fell asleep almost instantly.

The snow was coming down heavily on the grounds of the orphanage where Izzy had lived for her whole life. Kids came and went, none of them staying nearly as long as her. She refused to left them send her to a foster home.

Her parents would come and find her one-day. She just knew it.

Izzy thin body shivered from cold. Her thin coat was barely enough to guard her from the fierce chill. In her hand she held a snow shovel, which she used to scoop the large amount of snow off the path that lead to the front door of the orphanage. It was back breaking and tiresome work but she would rather be out in the cold than inside where the older kids were waiting to bully her. They called her the music freak and teased her, saying her parents would never come to find her. But she ignored them. She always believed in herself.

Izzy cringed as a strong gust of wind flew passed her. She hunched herself over in a vain attempt to keep warm. But she lifted her head to listen.

She could hear the tinkling.

She turned around to try and find it's source and she saw a wind chime hanging delicately from the balcony of the orphanage, next to the front door. Izzy once again let the sound engulf her and before she knew it a tune was running through her heads. She continued to shovel snow in time with the beat, creating a rich bass to go along with the dancing soprano and alto. The tenor was represented by the steady rhythm of traffic from the main highway just down the road.

Izzy was so immersed in the music that before she knew it the job was finished she trudged round the back of the large boarding house and returned the shovel to the shed, her mind still thinking about her music. As the walked through the back door and shed her layers to put on the hanger she shook herself out of her music induced daydream and glanced around nervously. Luckily the older kids weren't anywhere in sight. She quickly went into the kitchen to grab something to eat, she succeeded in acquiring a small piece of bread, and then scampered up the stairs and down the hall, into her shared bedroom.

Max wasn't there; she was probably with her other friends. Izzy was the misfit of the orphanage, never really finding any friends and mostly keeping to herself. Izzy climbed the makeshift ladder onto the top bunk and sat cross-legged facing the wall. The surface was covered in scratches and marks where Izzy had attempted to record the music that had been awake in her at the time but without anyone to guide her it had been a futile endeavour resulting in a whole lot of nothing. But she never gave up. She shoved the remainder of her bread into her mouth then grabbed a sharp rock that she kept under her pillow. She began to carve lines and dots and squiggles into the wall that, to her, represented a great symphony of sounds and tones and emotions so raw and powerful that it would overwhelm any other person but for Izzy she had lived with these feelings her whole life, it was nothing new.

She scribbled for hours until she could barely see as the sun had retreated over the distant horizon and she didn't feel inclined to get up and turn the light on. When all had reduced to darkness she placed the rock back under her pillow and gently fell into bed. She lay there for a while, simply soaking in her own personal orchestra that was playing in her head, until she began to drift off to sleep. She faintly remembered Max coming in at some point but other than that she was surrounded by nothing.

Izzy was shaken awake violently. Her eyes snapped open and saw that she was surrounded by Michael and his gang. All of them were older than her and had been here for less than her but they saw it as there job to make her life a living hell. She struggled to sit up but one of the bullies, Izzy thought her name might have been Hannah, decided to help her and dragged her off the bunk with the collar of her shirt. Izzy fell to the ground and landed awkwardly on her ankle, wincing in pain. Hannah pushed her into the corner and Izzy stayed on the ground, knowing if she stood up they would take it as an act of defiance. The gang bonded together and circled her, crossing their arms and glaring down at her.

"How you going freak. Hear any music lately?"

Michael was always the ringleader. His tone was harsh and cold, sending shivers down Izzy's spine. She nodded slightly. Whenever they did this to her she never denied her ability. She never gave up hope just for their sick enjoyment.

"Aww, the widdle fweak is twying to stand up for what she beweves in. Isn't that just so precious," said another boy, taunting her in a baby voice.

"Yeah, preciously weird" said Hannah. "You just a loser that's what you are. Face it you parents are never going to come and get you. They're probably dead. You're just using it as an excuse because no one wants to adopt you."

Izzy felt tears unwillingly welling in her eyes. She was trying to be strong but their word hurt. She felt her heart break a little more than it already was.

Michael joined in with Hannah, an evil smirk on his face.

"You're just a orphaned loser who hears things. You're going to be alone forever, growing old in a mental asylum where your best friend is a banana. And then one day you'll die and no one will care."

While he continued to tear shreds off her soul the others began to chant the same word over and over again in a hushed whisper.

"Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak…"

Izzy pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, her chin resting on the knees and silent tear running down her cheeks. Her ankle was throbbing so she dropped one of her hands down to it in an attempt to gently massage it without Michael seeing. She groaned inwardly and she saw his beady eyes fix on her hand and a sadistic glint appeared in his eye. He broke the circle by walking forward, swinging his leg and kicking her, right in the ankle.

Izzy screamed for a split second but then silenced herself and fell onto her side, automatically bringing her leg up and her hands clutched it as it exploded in pain. Her vision began to fade but she gritted her teeth and stayed conscious. The bullies fled at the sound of her screamed, scared to be caught at the scene of the crime. So now she was alone. She knew there was no was she could get back to her bed by her self. Luckily she didn't have to.

"What have they done to you now?" Max asked as she hurriedly rolled out of bed and ran over to her. Max tried to help Izzy out as much as possible. But she couldn't completely shield her from the older kids in fear of getting hurt herself. Izzy completely understood and was quite happy with the help she got when they were alone, such as now. Max slowly lifted her up, supporting some of her weight, and helped her hobble towards the beds.

"You take my bed. There's no way you are going to be able to climb up on that ankle."

The girls smiled at each other briefly and Izzy said a quick 'thanks' before collapsing onto the bed. The girls got settled and lay in silence for a while, before Izzy broke it.

"I know you don't believe me but one day my parents will come." She said quietly. Max rolled her eyes but said nothing. She had heard it all before.

"My mom will be really pretty and my dad will be really strong and protective. They would be so sorry that they left me here but it was all a mistake and we will all go and live together as a happy family. And for once, I'll be loved."

Izzy yawned widely but continued.

"Together we can make music. They'll teach me how to write it and I'll write symphonies and overtures and our whole lives will be surrounded by music."

By now both girls were almost asleep but Izzy muttered the one more thing before she fell alseep.

"And we'll live happily ever after…"

Aww that's kinda sad *tear*

I named Hannah after a girl that was on a camp my friends and me went on. The whole week she was really nasty to me so I decided to give her a small cameo appearance as an evil person MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Anyway please please please please pretty please update so I know what you think. The more reviews I get the more I'm inclined to update. So GIVE ME SOME LOVE!!

Peace out!!! Secret