CinderBella

Hey guys! This is a new story, obviously. I know, I know so unoriginal.

But I hope people give it a chance!

B POV-

Hello, I am Isabella Swan. I live in California, with all the beaches and glory. I love Cali but I don't love my life. Let me tell you about it shall I…

-Flashback-

(Age Four)

My mother had cancer. I was by her side all the time.

"Mommy! Don't Go" I yelled

"Sweetheart, it was supposed to happen, you can't fight fate" whispered my mother Renee.

With those words, her heart stopped beating.

"Mommy!" I sobbed

(Age six)

"Charlie Swan, do you take the lovely Sue Clearwater as your lovely wedded wife?" Asked the Pastor at our local Church

"I do" Said my father Charlie

"And do you, Sue Clearwater, take Charlie Swan to be your husband?"

"I do" smiled Blond, fake Sue Clearwater.

I was sitting next to her two twin daughters, Leah and Claire. They were very mean to me, Sue, Leah and Claire.

(Age Eleven)

"Daddy, please don't go like Mom did" I pleaded as I sat next to my father's bed

"Sweetheart, everyone is going to die, and this is my time. Remember I will always love you, my angel. Take care of Sue" He croaked before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"DADDY" I sobbed

Then I heard a cruel laughing noise that could only belong to Sue.

"Oh, get over it Isabella" she sneered

"But he was my DADDY" I sobbed

" Too bad, his will claims you, and you will do whatever we say for you to do you understand? It was your 'fathers' dying wish that I take care of you, and if I keep you around, you must obey my orders" She spat

"Y-Y-Yes Sue" I stuttered

"Not Sue, mistress. Do we understand each other"

I nodded not able to say anything coherent.

She and her evil daughters smiled evilly. I can only imagine their plans to make my life a living hell running through their heads.

(Present, Age 17, 2010)

And boy, did they make my life hell. The only friends I had were Angela and Alice. Them and the little animals around the house.

When my parents were alive I had a fairly big room on the main floor. Now they made me move all my things to the dusty attic. It was pretty small and very cramped. I had an attached bathroom, closet and a small room.

My bookshelf contained my precious leather-bound books, which was a Swan family tradition to pass it down from tradition to tradition. My rather large collection consisted of Jane Austen, Romeo and Juliet, Withering Heights and many other classics. They only sources of light was my window, a small reading lamp and a flashlight I found. It was very homey. It had a little couch, a semi-twin bed against the window, a desk. Inside the small room connected to my bathroom was a very small kitchen. I have a cupboard, portable gas stove and a small microwave.

I like living in the attic. I have my animal friends to keep my company so I didn't get very lonely. Alice and Angela also drop in from time to time. I was to serve my 'mistress' and the mini 'mistresses'. I cooked, cleaned, washed and entertained.

Other than that I had school. High school. I like it better than being at home because everybody acts like I'm invisible. I was a straight A student. Or a grade A nerd.

I have been crushing on Edward Cullen since I, being the clumsy klutz I am tripped and bumped into me.

Anyways, let me tell you abut my friends.

Alice, she was a VERY hyper pixie- like person. She was very beautiful, jet-black hair, wide sky blue eyes and full pink lips. She was dating softball captain Jasper Whitlock. She tortures me by taking me shopping when my 'family' is busy. She 'beautifies' me with her torture instruments. It is scary. Did I mention she was Edward Cullen's sister?

Angela was a lot like me, shy and very smart. She was very supportive and positive. She was dating the head of chess club, Ben Cheney (that's how u spell it right?) But she was very pretty. She had clear hazel eyes and straight curly brown eyes,

Here in Cali, most of the population of females is blond. Tan blonds. Fake tan blonds. In size 2 jeans. I was raised in Cali but I can't tan. I am always 'as pale as if you seen a ghost' or Alice puts it 'if you saw the last pair of Jimmy Choo's sold. Typical Alice.

Well that's my life. I truly dislike it.

But hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

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