A.N… I got sick of crappy stories for Bella being raised by the Cullen's, so I decided; I would write my own…

This is my first fan fic, so play nice.

Bella's pov:

I watched in horror as the gun was fired, my father fell backwards, blood covering his body.

I turned around running not seeing where I was going; Charlie had taken me to work as a preschool "Go to work with your parent's thing." Now he's dead, all because of some looser passing through forks. Or maybe he's dead because he's a cop. I don't know, I'm confused.

Charlie was dead, and I had no one, not after Renee my mum had been murdered in Phoenix.

The trees pulled at my hair, tugging at my skin and cloths trying to wrap themselves around me, to protect me. I don't even remember getting here, just remember running.

Rain pattered on my skin thunder rippled above my head. I stopped running and started walking forward, trying to get my bearings, I was hungry tired and lost.

After the fifth time my stomach rumbled for food, and my mind played out the millionth way I could have, should have saved Charlie in my silly 4 year old mind, I decided I would take my mind off of everything by counting the thunder and lightning to see if the storm was coming or going.

1 1000, 2 1000, 3 1000, 4 1000, thunder.

1 1000, 2 1000, 3 1000, 4 1000, 5 100, thunder …Thunder.

I stopped, "two thunders", I questioned the sky that was no longer making sense, I started walking, this time listening to the sound of the thunder, and not paying attention to where I was heading. Thunder struck again, but no lightening, and more strange, the thunder was coming from the earth? Not the sky.

A base ball suddenly landed in front of me.

Picking it up, I held it in my hand. It was 3 times bigger then my hand was.

I moved it around, not thinking too much on how it got there, just about the odd thunder with no lighting. We had been learning about storms in kindergarten, so I knew the more time between lighting and thunder meant the storm was passing, and I knew that there is always one thunder after every lightning, not just random thunder.

"Hey honey, what are you doing here?"

I looked up from the ball at the voice that had just broken through my thoughts. It was a tall blond girl, with shinning topaz eyes; she was so pretty, so pale, I new she was an angle sent to make life alright to make Charlie's death all better.

"My daddy died." I said, what more could I say, I was lost, but that was obvious, and if she really was an angel then she knew everything else.

Knelling in front of me, she took the ball. "What about your mummy?"

My lip trembled as I looked at her, I didn't want to think about my mummy.

"She's dead." my voice cracked

"What about your family?" my angel stood up then lifted my up into her arms.

I shook my head, pushed my head into her icy cold neck and began to sob.

A.N… o.k. so was that good??

Sorry if I did poop spelling. Please review, but don't be mean… A.J