Notes

Italicized thoughts, dreams, flashbacks, etc…

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, but if you try to steal this plot (which is MINE) I will send an army of mutant bunny rabbits to take you out!

Roger, Lisa, and Brooke for the purposes of this fic belong to me

A Fairytale?

The Introduction of Necessity

Godparents- I suppose most people have that 'grand' misconception that they act like the fairy godmother in Cinderella, what they don't know is that some of them can turn out as nasty as the wicked step mother. Mine, for example, almost did me in. My parents have been dead for years and I have been forced to live with my godparents. We have always been moving around, but I never knew why, then I discovered the secret: Embezzling from the government. How did they react to that if they're so bad you say? Easy I was severely punished, not some 'grounding' like most parents though but rather something that made my sub-servitude look like heaven. Now once again we are moving, this time it's from sunny, charming, warm Phoenix Arizona to Forks Washington.

You may be wondering if it's so bad why don't you leave. Well I'm sadly only seventeen so legally they still have a claim on me, that and if I ran away and they found me my life would become even more miserable. Sometimes I wish I could remember my parents; Charlie was supposedly funny enough to cheer up any grumpy person and Renee was supposedly extremely sweet in demeanor. If wishes really come true I'd wish that my parents were still alive and taking care of me. Sadly though this isn't a fairytale…

It was extremely wet outside my car window, how I had ever lived here before is beyond me. It all feels nostalgic being here though, I was five when my father died and then six when my mother died; six… when my nightmares really began.

"Bella get out of the car now!" my revelry was broken by Lisa banging on my car window. Lisa Symonds was my godmother and a horrible one at that. I swear she's so psychotic the mental ward would chuck her out for being too mental.

"Bella!" If Roger had started yelling I knew it was time to get my butt in gear and get out of the car. The moment my door opened I was flanked with cold water. "Here" he thrust a box into my arms. "Take that into the house" the box was labeled Brookes Room. I suppressed a sigh and walked into the dreary house; 'uho' speak of the she devil.

Brooke was slightly shorter than me, blonde, and looked like a tramp. Her word was law as far as her parents were concerned, a new cell phone? She'd ask daddy, plastic surgery? She'd ask mommy who would even get some done herself. Yup you guessed it, Brooke is 'daddy's little girl' aka Roger and Lisa's youngest child.

"Eew what are you doing touching my things!" she shrieked at me, if I didn't calm her rage soon I'd be in some serious trouble.

"I was asked to bring it into the house, where's your room?" I hesitated hoping she would buy into my fake service demeanor (I was choking back vomit at the same time).

"Uggh, upstairs third door on the right, and you'd better not break anything while unpacking with your clumsy hands!"

I hurried up the stairs as fast as possible and found her magnanimous room, clearly her 'mommy' and 'daddy' let her have the master bedroom.

"Bella hurry up there is more boxes for you to take care of!" Lisa screamed.

I hurried through unpacking (miraculously I didn't break anything) and ran back downstairs. The rest of the day continued on like that: furniture, boxes, etc… all unloaded from the truck and into the old house. Then finally I was able to find where my room was.

My jaw dropped as I was lead to a pull down ladder with my only box of possessions the attic.

"Get up there, put your box down, and go help Brooke unpack." Lisa told me.

I slowly maneuvered up the ladder to the point where I could get my box in and push it away from the hole. Then I clambered the rest of the way up the ladder. It was dusty and the air was stale. Some of the previous owners belongings remained including an old wrought iron bed.

"Bella!" Lisa sounded in warning, I guess its time to tend to her 'royal highness'…

Unpacking was almost unbearable listening to Brooke talk up her minutes with her friend. What made it all worse was the subject of which they were talking about.

"No way! You lost yours before I did mine! That's so not fair, why is it that when I'm so hot that no one has…" I repressed a shudder and drowned her conversation out in my head by repeating 'slut' a thousand times over in my head. The conversation continued on like this for about thirty minutes until I'd completed my job and waited for dismissal.

"Uggh! Hold on Kate; What?!" she screamed turning red.

"Your unpacking is done, may I please leave now…" I had to think of a tangible excuse quick, "to see if anyone else needs assistance?"

She scoffed and then said "just get out already!"

I left the room trying not to run towards my ladder, if I was going to be trapped up there all night I might as well see if I can get the window open.

I again reached the top of the ladder and ducked down onto my knees to get to the window. Its paint was chipping in places but with some well meditated coaxing I got it open about ten inches. Sighing I prepared to head back downstairs when something caught my attention, something impossible, a person running at intangible speeds…

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