Well here is my NEW STORY!!! This is the proluge to Life's not perfect! Cheery right? Well it does get better! This whole story is from Bella's POV unless i go to someone else's Im sorry its so short but thats how proluges are right?

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT

It is all stuffy and small. There are many sick dieing people lying all around me. Most of us didn't even speak the same language. It was very dark in here. I am not entirely sure were we are going. But I hear the water rushing along sides of the wooden boat. I just hope that the next place I am going isn't as bad as the last place I was. It was horrid. I looked at the ropes that bound my arms and legs. When we got to the trading place most ropes would be cut so just our hands were bound. But we had a long time to go. I looked around at the figures around me. One girls who's name was Jessica was in the corner shivering. It was not cold in any way down here. If I could I would wipe my forehead as the sweat beads formed.

This was not humane. This was barbaric. But I had no say. None of us did. I made my way towards Jessica. I tripped over a few people and practically had to roll to get to her. When I did I could tell she was ill. I was surprised I wasn't. What with the lack of food they gave us, and all the sick ones we already had. But Jessica she looked as if she was about to die.

"Jessica are you ok?" My throat burned from the lack of water. She was the only person I knew on the boat who spoke English. She looked up at me startled.

"Uh." She coughed up some blood.

"I am fine." She said. I looked down at the blood she had just coughed up. Then I looked back at her. She was not ok.

"Jessica you are not alright. Lye down." I told her. She looked up at me with thanks. I nudged her with my shoulder and she slowly laid down next to the wall. I listened to the heavy breathing of those around me. I noticed some heavier than others. Jessica began to cough. But she didn't stop. I shouted for help but no one came. Her eyes began to widen. Her face paled out and she was turning blue.

"Someone Help PLEASE!" I screamed. Still no one came. Blood from her mouth began to go into her blond hair that was already matted with dirt. Tears sprang into my eyes when her eyes softened and her skin went bluer. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her gasping for air slowly stopped. I wept. So much for making a friend. With the life I had good things were not supposed to happen.

Hello my name is Isabella Swan.

I am 17 years old.

I have been going though this same scenario sense I was 11 years old.

My father Charlie and mother Renee could not afford to keep me. So I was sold.

I am 17 years old and I am a slave girl.

i am SOOOO sorry for shortness tell me how you like it and if i should continue! im a little iffy about it. So you be the judge! and someone help me with me writers block for my other story! LOVE YA!