A/N Hey just a quick authors note. Please review, and tell me if I should continue
Here I am again, in the corner of the 'Interview Room.' I don't know why they put me in here, I know no one wants me.
The people wanting to adopt are the usual. Eager to have children, yet not desperate enough to try to fall pregnant.
"Hello there!" A eager face approached, a blonde about 24, looked so awfully beautiful it made me want to cry.
"Hi." I replied, sticking my I-pod in, I really didn't want a convosation with these people.
"Aren't you a pretty one." Obviously her husband, another blonde handsome enough to make ever male jealous, looked about 26.
"Yes, Bella's always been one for looks." Sister Eleanor replied. That's the first time Sister Eleanor has but my name and the words 'looks' in the same sentence with out adding 'horrible' at the end.
The blonde walked over to the interview desk and started to talk with Sis. Eleanor about adopting me.
"So Bella," The male was hovering over me now. Great just what I wanted. "Do you play sports?"
I shook my head so my overgrown fringe was covering my eyes. There was now a brown curtain of knotted hair between us.
"Oh Carlisle, don't crowd the poor girl." The blonde said, whilst glancing to and from me and the so called 'Carlisle', well at least she respects peoples personal space unlike some people I know.