Hey guys sorry it took so long to get back, another idea popped in my head while I was working on this, so I started working on it. Anyway, I'm done editing this story, and hopefully I'll have another one up soon. So…enjoy.

Anyway this is my first fanfic, thought I should warn you. I know this has been done a lot, but I've had this idea for a bit. Basically the Cullen's adopt a human, and she has a troubled past. Oh and as usual trouble follows. Oh I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. All I own in OC

Normal POV

"Please no," I begged. "Please don't," Tears began to stream down my face, and I desperately wiped them away. I began to shiver and hugged myself, glancing over my shoulder. Thunder shook the house and lightning lit up the sky, casting eerie shadows on the walls. A chill went up my spine as the laugh from hell rose up from the shadows. "Please don't please," I pleaded. I started to cry harder as he grabbed my arm.

My eyes shot open, my breath came in gasps. My eyes darted around the room, taking in the two other sleeping girls, the dresser we…they shared and the small closet. Everything looked normal; let me tell you right now that looks could be deceiving. I pulled my hoodie around me tighter around me and laid back down. Trying to relax as much as possible, though failing, the dream replayed over and over in my head. I shivered as I felt his grip on my arm. It's like phantom pain, it's not there yet you feel it every second of every day

After laying there for a while, and not falling back to sleep; stupid brain. I silently got up, grabbed a pair of jeans, a clean tank, light jacket, and my bag of toiletries and headed to the bathroom me and 10 other girls shared give or take. Oh yah, did I forget to mention that I'm currently staying at The Adoption Center of Choice in Las Vegas, Nevada. Gotta love Vegas all the heat, hookers and shattered hopes you could want. Actually the Strip is cool at night, you just gotta know which places to avoid, and where they'll let a fifteen year old play poker. But seriously Vegas is one awesome place, if you know when to quit otherwise, you're going to have a very hard time getting home and a very pissed off wife. Enough with me preaching though.

Basically me and about 50ish other orphans live here, waiting to be shipped off to some other adoption place, to get sent to a foster house or to get adopted. None of those options are good, the only good one is once you hit 18 you can leave this place. Most of us are here for one reason, someone didn't want us. Either it was your parents didn't want you, your relatives didn't want you, or you're parents couldn't afford a kid so they dropped you off somewhere. Though if you're really unusual your folks are gone and their trying to locate a family member who might take you in, and your just waiting the search out here. Like I said though that's unusual.

Anyway we all live here, in this little four story building that's an old casino that's been converted. By we I mean boys and girls ranging from 3 to 17, who just either can't wait to get adopted, mostly the younger ones, and the ones who can't wait to get out of this place, us older ones who don't get adopted. All those things you hear about how crappy the System is, there all true and if you've heard that the System ain't so bad it's a freakin lie! Most homes aren't as great as you think, there's no loving family who want to adopt us just out of the goodness of their hearts, 'cept maybe for some of the younger kids. Most of the adopters just want the check that the government gives them each month to help pay for our "cost" (A/N I don't know for sure if the government does that. I just remember seeing on a Law and Order SVU episode some adoptive family got paid 8000 a month per kid.) So now that I've finished my little speech about the System and Vegas, let's move on shall we?

Hopping in the shower first, I let the water relax my muscle as much as they would, and hoped that it would wash the dream down the drain. I closed my eyes to avoid looking at me. Awesome self-confidence. I sighed, knowing if I stayed in too long everyone would get pissed that there wouldn't be enough hot water for everyone, I washed up quickly and got out. I pulled on the mud-ingrained jeans which had a hole in the knee and the bottom stitched piece thing had literally come off on both legs. Next came the worn, faded blue tank over my bra. Have you noticed I like blue?

I pulled a brush through my ordinary run of the mill brown hair chin length hair, though some blond highlights had helped, so guess it wasn't exactly run of the mill. Thank you Wal-Mart. Dark blue eyes sprinkled with green that came and went as it chose, stood out against my pale skin. Water dripped from my hair and highlighted the scars that lived on my face and neck. Most were faint, just little white lines that you couldn't really see unless you looked close enough, or whenever I took a shower. There were some that were newer, still slightly pick, that were easier to see. I shivered as the baggage that came with it surfaced.

After pulling the hoodie on, I made my way back to the room I was staying in, and pulled out a camo hat out of my bag that had the Ford symbol on it. I twisted my hair up and pulled the hat on, pushing my bangs that came down a little past my eyes to the side. Now I basically "looked like a boy", courtesy of the Wal-Mart checkout person. Note the sarcasm. I dug my iPod out of my bag putting one ear bud in and slipping it in my jean pocket. I know what you're thinkin' how can an orphan whose flat broke afford an IPod? For one I can't, and second it's one of the few thing I had from my other life, or in other words before I ended up here. Explain that later, if I remember. Memory sucks.

The house was still asleep when I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed a pop-tart and slid out the backdoor. Despite the early hour the air was already sticky and hot, and sweat broke out on my sleeve covered arms. Stupid desert. Yeah, I know it's weird to be wearing a jacket in the middle of the desert during the day, but I've got my reasons. Gravel, sparse mostly dead desert grass and blacktop littered the ground. The Adoption Center of Choice was a couple miles from the Strip, but the noise still reached here. Houses, and other buildings surrounded us, and half of the people that lived here, I swear were creepers. Yet I still walked down these streets alone, and sometimes at night…I'm just askin to get kidnapped ain't I? Oh well, whatever it was the only way to…anywhere

Like right now I walked down the creeper filled street, shoveling the food in my mouth, coming up on the small shopping area that was stationed out here. All it was really was a Wal-mart, a McDonalds, a Wendy's, a barbers and a JC Penny's all located in a little strip mall. People were already out and about, scurrying around like ants on a mission. Merging with the crowd, I made my way to the Wal-Mart strolling through the book and CD section. A couple new releases caught my eye, but I had no money, so they'd stay on the shelves.

After hanging around the store I scurried out of there, when I caught a worker following me, probably thinking I was a thief. Despite the fact that by some miracle it had clouded over while I'd been inside, I think it was probably the first time in a 100 years, the temp was probably in the high 80's with the index making it feel like it was near 100, so I hurriedly made my way back the Adoption Center. Passing out was not on my list of things to do today. People kept giving me weird looks that asked is she crazy? Of course I would too if I were them. I kinda stuck out in my jeans and jacket compared to their shorts and tanks.

The house was a buzz when I arrived; kids were running around like chickens without their heads, babbling this and that. Four cars sat parked in the parking lot and boy were they nice. A deep red BMW convertible sat next to a canary yellow Porsche (holy crap!), which was parked next to a grey/silver Mercedes, and lastly was a silver Volvo. (A/N I don't know if these are all the right colors their just the ones in the movies and on SM's Website. The cars are right) Holy crap! Whoever these people are they are living high up on the ladder, and since all the cars were parked together I assumed they were all the same family. How many were there?

I pushed my way through the large gossiping mob that was gathered around the back door and porch that had been built on a couple years back. I just wanted to get to the freakin back door, but somehow I ended up at the railing at the front of the mob.

Now that I think about it, I could have just gone through the front door.

I think my mouth dropped. Sitting on the deck was the most hottest and gorgeous teens I'd ever seen. There were three guys and four girls, and they just screamed perfect in every way possible. Didn't like them. Bunch of rich folks who probably thought they were all that. My mom always said don't judge a book by its cover, but I think that just went in one ear and out the other.

The first guy I saw was freakin huge, he had muscles bigger than my head. Dag-on. Definitely don't want to meet him in a dark alley. He had curly black hair and smooth, pale skin; I couldn't tell what color his eyes were from where I was. He had a giant grin on his face which made him look like a little kid, and a little less scary. Sitting next to him was a girl who would make the prettiest model look like a creepy, hairy spider. She had long, wavy, blond hair, and the same smooth, pale skin like the guy. If fact they all had smooth, pale skin. She screamed stuck up insert 5 letter word here. What with the way she looked at us, like we were lower than dirt, and the fact she oozed don't want to be here. It was pretty easy to see how she was an insert five letter word here

The next girl was literally bouncing up and down. Even sitting you could tell she was shorter than average, kinda pixie like. She had short spiky black hair that worked for her. She seemed excited, which would explain the bouncing. Sitting next to her was a tall, thin, curly blond haired guy who looked funny kinda, like he was in pain. He seemed tense, like he was waiting for something to happen. Wonder what his problem was. Note the sarcasm.

A guy with disheveled bronze hair that looked like he just crawled out of bed sat bouncing his leg. Like the other guy he was tall and skinny, though not as skinny, as the blond haired guy. Like the rest of his family he was freakin hot though, personally I thought the blond guy was way hotter. But who cares what I think. He seemed eh I don't know. A girl with medium dark brown hair sat next to him, she was, like the rest extremely, almost inhumanly gorgeous. Next to her sat a little girl about 7ish. She had curly bronze hair like the third guy, and she had the cuteness factor of being a little kid in play. She was looking around curiously, and waving at a couple of the stalkers gathered at the railing.

How do they not notice these creepers? Seriously? It's not like they're being inconspicuous about their gawking.

What the heck they doin' here anyway? This ain't like some hideout where they can get drunk and smoke pot. This ain't exactly some famous place either, the only way you have a chance of findin here, is if you google for an orphanage near Vegas.

I felt someone's elbow push sharply into my back, and I shoved back, but it just got worse. Sighing, knowing there was no way I could get back to the other side of this huddle; I put a hand on the railing and hauled myself over. As soon as my feet were on the deck a silence fell behind me, and the family of hot folks looked at me.

I know it's a weird place to leave off but I could go on forever so… please review I don't care if you tell me good or bad just hit that little button below. Please