Welcome to my story Small Chances, if you followed this story previously I have decided to rewrite the chapters mainly because they are horribly written and I wasn't very proud of that. I decided to improve the story and make the plot more exciting. I haven't got an official chapter so I would be updating randomly when I can. I hope you enjoy this story!

Chapter 1

From a young age I did stuff that a child is not expected to learn in their later years. I didn't know what is expected to have a normal childhood. While kids would play outside in the front garden, I learnt how to cook and clean. My parents were another story Renee and Phil were the most horrible parents a child could have. They spent majority of their time drinking and gambling their money away. The constant reminder of what a failure I am was always there.

When I was fifteen, I was invited to a frat party that one of the jocks in the school had. My friend Angela accompanied me but she went off when some boy Ben who both have been sneaking glances the whole night. She only went when I assured her I would get home safely and I would be fine without her.

I met a guy at that party, I don't recall his name but I remember him having the most intense blue eyes. I don't remember what happened the rest of the night only to find myself in the morning naked in someone else's bed with a sleeping figure next to me.

I decided not to go to anymore parties and distancing myself from Angela after that night. I was constantly throwing up my food as well as feeling bloated until I noticed I missed my period. I couldn't go to the doctors knowing my parents would find out easily so the best case was to hide it until I started to show.

My parents reacted badly, since I was overdue to have an abortion they decided to ship me off to my grandmothers. My grandmother was brought up as a strict woman, the idea of having a child unmarried with no support was a sin. Throughout the whole pregnancy she voiced her disproval constantly.

The only condition my grandmother had given me was to move out when the baby was born. In her words "you brought this on yourself, you have to deal with it yourself."

By my 16th birthday, my little girl Casey was born. I cried when I held her for the first time, I vowed to myself I will give her everything and anything she wanted and constantly showered her with love and affection. I stroked her almost black hair while she snuggled towards my breast, the only reminder of her father was her blue eyes.

By the time I was released from the hospital I was officially homeless. I was directed to a woman's shelter with a newborn in tow. A few months while staying I met a woman named Lauren who had a 2-year-old son. She introduced me to her lifestyle. To provide for her son, she worked at a strip club during the night, she said the money is good and she is able to provide for her own child.

I wasn't keen on the idea of taking my clothes of for men, but since most jobs require a high school diploma something I have yet to accomplish I saw this job as a ray of hope.

At seventeen I started getting money from being a stripper at a nightclub and getting my diploma at Forks High to provide a better life for Casey. It's a hard life, but I will get through.

My name is Bella Swan and this is my story.

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