Bella was sitting on her couch watching the television when suddenly she heard her parents fighting and the television's screen suddenly crashed into a million pieces in a blink of an eye. That stopped her parents and they came in the living room to find Bella and the broken screen.
"What have you done this time?!" Her father yelled. "This is the fourth tv just this month!"
"I don't know, it just happened!" Bella cried.
"Go to your room while we think about what to do." Her mother said rather harshly.
Bella went into her room, puzzled. She couldn't understand why all this was happening. Her parents think it's her fault, but she would just hear the yelling and get scared and tv screens would break! She was already suspended from her school for a fire she didn't even cause. She looked at her reflection in her mirror on the dresser. She was ten years old (eleven in just thirteen days!) and had the lightest blonde hair anyone had ever seen, gray eyes, really pale skin, and a very petite body. Bella couldn't understand how she looked so different from her parents. Her father had black hair and blue eyes and her mother had brown hair and green eyes and they both are particularly big. She heard footsteps approaching and quickly got on her bed.
"Get up," her father said as he opened the door. "We can't handle you anymore, you're being impossible. You're going to a foster home."
She couldn't believe her eyes, did her father just say what she thought he did?!
"But...but...I didn't do anything! One moment it was fine and the next it just broke! Why don't you ever believe me! Why don't you love me!" She cried.
Her parents exchanged a look. She caught it but didn't think much of it until her father left the room a second later.
"Honey, I think you need to sit down," her mother said gently. "I didn't want to tell you this way, but we can't take it anymore. We're not your birth parents. A woman named Narcissa gave you to us. Me and your father saw her holding you and we commented on how beautiful you were and she said we could have you if we wanted. She said she had a two year old son and didn't want a daughter. You were only a year old. She told us your name was Bellatrix, after your aunt, but we changed it to Bella to protect you from being called weird. We never saw her again after that day, she gave us no address or contact information, believe me, we tried to find her."
Bella didn't cry, she just stared at her mother. Her adopted mother. Why would my mother give me up to a stranger? What does my mother look like? Do I look like her or my father? What are they like? What is my brother like? She kept thinking, but she couldn't get those answers from anyone except her birth parents, so she kept her mouth shut while her "mother" looked at her, worried.