Full Summary: Bella has been a foster child for 14 long, painful, depressing years, and is now 17. She is always going from place to place, never having a family love her enough to keep her. What happens when she goes to Forks and a family finds a side to Bella that nobody has ever found before? Do they love her enough to keep her?

Authors Note: Okay, first chapter. If people like it I will update very often. Please R&R. That's all I'm asking you! Also, check out my other story, Coming Out.

Chapter 1: New

Bella's Point Of View

It had been 14 years. 14 dreadful, depressing years. 14 dreadful, depressing years since I had been first taken to the foster care, when I was 3 years old. I couldn't even remember that far back. My life had been so painful, I didn't even want to try and remember when my mother decided that I wasn't good enough to be her child. All I know is from my old family videos. And in all those videos my skin was covered in bruises, and my clothes were torn to pieces. Looking back at these videos wonder if my parents had even loved me.

My mom had gotten pregnant many times before me. But all of the babies had died before they even got out. All the alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs she had used while she was pregnant, it's no wonder none of them made it out alive. I was secretly glad that the babies hadn't made it out. They didn't deserve this life. This life of pain, separation, and never being fully loved.

Sure, they would seem like they loved you, but than you would be going to a new foster home or a new relief home. They all told me that they loved me and promised to visit, but not once did I ever see them again. And it didn't matter it you even tried to put up a fight. Nothing was stopping them from taking you.

The worst feeling was when the person who's house you had been staying in were happy to see you going. Like you were only a little nuisance to their dramatic life. Like you weren't good enough. Not good enough to be fully loved. It felt like knifes were stabbing through your heart a million times when somebody said that.

It was so hard to be a foster kid traveling from place to place once you hit 12. School was getting harder. You wanted to have friends. And once you finally made friends, you left again. It's not like preschool anymore, friends don't just come to the new kid. You aren't the classes new favorite student. It was hard enough to be accepted. Than you had to worry about catching up. No teacher cared that life was hard when you were a foster kid. Sure, they acted like it, but they didn't lessen your work. It's not like they even cared if you failed, you were going to be gone in a few months anyways.

But, the worst thing about being a foster kid was going to relief homes and having all the families truly love you so much that they start questioning whether or not they were going to try and keep you. All of them wanted to keep you, but it never seemed to 'work out'. I got used to being disappointed by that, but most of all not even being lifted up by their false hope. It never seemed to do any good for me.

Nothing ever seemed to do any good for me.

No one. No one was even around enough to help you enough for you to notice.

Today was not a day I haven't experienced before. It was just like all the others I had about every 6 months or so. Somebody who was 'very professional and important' had found a home or family that would 'love me and care for me'. I wished they wouldn't bother. I just turned 17. Wasn't I old enough to just live by myself yet? I wished I was. But, even though I knew how badly this would end, just leaving another scar on my broken heart by the person who just let me go after they 'loved' me, I decided to go to this new and unfamiliar place. Hopefully I could make the best of it. Maybe some family could find the real me, hidden beneath all the pains and let downs, and happen to love me enough to keep me.

I could hope for that. That was all I could do. I couldn't force a family to love me. I couldn't even pretend to be somebody I wasn't so they would love me. All I could do was be myself. That was all I would do. I would be myself. I would have hope. So off I went, on my airplane to a new place, Forks, to live with a new family.

Authors Note: I know it was short. I just wanted to give you a quick taste of what the story is like. Read my other story, Coming Out please. You better review!!!! No new chapters until reviews come!