Hey so I'm starting this new story because it's been in my mind for a while and I wanted to try it out. I've read abunch of stories with these two consepts and I liked it. If you have any ideas for this story then please tell me. I've had bad writters block at points and now I have it for my other stories.
Chapter 1 Introduction
BPOV
My name is Isabella Swan. I was born September 13, 1996. I am 16 and I have lived in an orphanage since I was 12. I live in Phoenix, Arizona and have my whole life. I'm different from most people in the orphanage because I'm in a wheelchair. My parents died in a car accident when I was 12 and that accident left me paralyzed from the waist down. I don't really mind anymore. I can get upstairs without assistance, I'm stronger than most people with my arms, and best of all I can play basketball. I play in wheelchair basketball games. My dad and I played basketball together since I was 4 in our back yard. Mrs. Thompson is the "Mother" Figure as she likes us to call her. She treats most everyone like her own children. All except me. Since I'm in a wheelchair she had to make alot of provisions to fit me by law. But she didn't. She was supposed to get a ramp out front and give me a room on the first floor. But she decided to make it worse for me and not get a ramp and give me a room on the second floor. I have to crawl upstairs and drag my wheelchair at the same time. She makes me clean and cook and treats me like a maid. I only have one friend in this place and her name is Lacey. She's like my little sister. Everyone else makes fun of her too because she can't talk.
"ISABELLA! Come here now." The she-devil(Mrs. Thompson) yelled for me. You know that old saying 'Speak of the devil and he shall appear.' Well it works for me most of the time.
I rolled into the living room where she was three of the other teenagers were watching the Maury show. I asked in an annoyed voice,"Yes. What now?"
She snapped her head up and said,"Don't use that tone with me. Go make supper and remember to clean up this time."
I rolled back into the kitchen quietly knowing if I said more she would throw me down the hole. The hole is like Solitary Confinement in prison. She leaves you down there for a whole day with no food. For every other kid they only go down there if they get more than three warnings and a punishment but still don't listen. I get it if I leave a mess on the table or don't get up early enough to make breakfest before she wakes up at 6:30. I have to get up at 5:30 to make breakfest for everyone.
I pulled myself up to ther counter and pulled out the spaghetti and sauce. I put them on the island counter and got back in my chair. I wheeled over to the fridge and got chicken and parmesan cheese. I put the chicken in the oven and read while it finished. In the middle of the cooking I put the spaghetti on and waited in a corner reading. I love to read. Especially the classics. My favorite would be Romeo and Juliet. When the chicken and spagetti were done I put the spegetti in a pan and put parmesan and sauce on the spagetti and chicken on the top with cheese. I let it melt awhile and brought it in the kitchen with bread and juice, water, and soda.
I yelled,"It's ready." I got myself a little plate and wheeled into the kitchen to eat and clean up.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review.
