The Orphan
Chapter One: Thousands Of Teardrops

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Bella POV

I sat in my bedroom and cried. I cried for my father. I cried for my mother. They were both dead and now I was an orphan. The children agentcy had planned for me to go to a foster family somewhere in Forks. But that meant I would have to leave Chicago! I had lived here since I was seven, me and my mom had moved here after my dad died. This was my home, and now that it was all I had left I didn't want to leave it. Rosalie came in. She was from the children agentcy and was supposed to escort me to Seattle. My foster family would then pick me up from the airport there and we would drive to Forks. It would be a two hour drive and I wasn't looking forward to it. I hadn´t met them before but Rosalie had told me they were very nice people. My future foster dad .. ugh .. i couldn't think about having another dad then Charlie. I remember once, just before he died, a man from the insurance company was insisting that he should pay them money. My dad bowed down to me and whispered in my ear: "When the world gets tough, you have to get even tougher." This was my favourite memory of him. I loved him and I felt like i was betraying him and my mother by going to my foster parents. Well, my foster dad's name was Carlisle and his wife's name was Esme.

"They have four children," Rosalie told me. "Alice, she is seventeen just like you. Then there's Emmett, he is eighteen. Jasper and Edward were adopted, Jasper when he was four and Edward when he was ten. They are both eighteen, too."

"Do all of them go to Forks High? Or won't I be going to school there?" I asked Rosalie.

"Yes, you will go to Forks High. I think all of them are in the same school."

Rosalie looked at me to she if I liked what she was telling me. I looked back, and tears filled my eyes. She was so nice, trying so hard to make the best of things. I had started crying and now i looked into her eyes. Her brown eyes held so much compassion that I cried even harder. She sat closer to me and held me until I had no tears left. I buried my face in her shoulder and wished with all my heart that this was just a dream and that I could wake up now and see my mom and dad sitting in my bed, smiling, alive.

I woke up at eight in the morning. I had cried myself to sleep while Rosalie lay in my bed storking my hair and telling me it would get better. I was thankful for that, I didn't feel as alone when she was around. When I woke up Rosalie was sleeping. Her blond curly hair was all in her face and she snored lightly. I went to the kitchen and started making some coffee. We were supposed to be at the airport at 12 pm. I really didn't want to go. I didn't want to leave this house, my home for the last ten years. So when while the coffee machine was making the coffee I started memorizing every detail of the kitchen. Then I walked around all the house and momorized everything. I would come back when i was old enough. I would only have to be with the foster parents for a year and then it was bye bye Bella for them. The coffee machine beeped so I walked into the kitchen and poured the coffee into two mugs. I toasted some bread and went upstairs.

"Rosalie," I wispered ever so slightly. "Rosalie, look what i made you. Breakfast in bed." I put the coffee mug to her nose and she inhaled. Then her eyes snapped open.

"Oh, Bella," she smiled and sat up. "Wow, this is amazing. Thank you very much, no one has ever done this for me."

I was glad for a moment and then I started thinking about when my mom had given me breakfast in bed. I missed her so much that sometimes I thought my heart would break right there. It was hard to lose someone you loved, and now I had gone through that twice in ten years. That was too much, my heart had never been fully whole after my dad died and now to lose my mom it would probably never ever be whole or even close to that.

I focused on Rosalie. She was enjoying the breakfast, drinking her cup of coffee and eating the toast. It looked as if she hadn't eaten in weeks, she was so eager to eat.

She looked up and blushed, her mouth full of toast. Then she handed me one of the coffee mug and swallowed.

"Bella, this is amazing. I know it's only toast but I think I'm in love with it." She giggled and looked at me and her eyes were so joyful. Then she continued eating. I laughed quietly and drank my coffee. I wasn't hungry. I couldn't eat, I was so anxious. What if the foster parents would hate me? Or their children wouldn't like me, what would I do then? These were the questions I had been asking myself the passed couple of days while I wasn't crying.

Rosalie stood up and looked at me. "You need to take a shower and change clothes Bella, and then start packing. You're starting to reak." She laughed then blinked me. I smiled faintly at her and went to the bathroom.

When I walked past the mirror I saw myself for the first time in a month. Wow, she was right. I really, really needed a shower. I smelled my armpits and grimaced. My hair was greasy and tangled. I tried to untangle it with my fingers and succeded poorly. Haha, I desperately needed a shower. I was surprised Rosalie had been able to be around me, my body odour was not something many people could've handled. I hurried to the shower and turned on the water. How long had it been since I'd had a shower?

I washed my hair with my strawberry shampoo. My dad had always loved this smell and I did too.

„Bella you kinda have to hurry up," Rosalie shouted through the door.

„Yeah, I'll be out in a sec."

I finished shawing, I wasn't going to meet them with a hairy jungle on my legs. I lauged at that. Sometimes my thoughts were so weird and random I couldn't help but laugh. I prepared myself to go out of the shower but oh damn, the hot water felt so good. Why couldn't I just stay here forever? I didn't want to go out of the shower. For the thousandth time I wished that this was just a dream. And then I turned the water off.

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