A/N: So here is the deal! Review and tell me what you think. I need AT LEAST 10 to continue (more would be nice as a Christmas present and new years). XOXO!

I was sitting on my moth eaten mattress watching two rats fight over a dead cockroach when I heard the obnoxious bell ring. That bell, that goddamn bell rang every time a couple came to adopt and we were lined up like animals. I slowly dragged my small feet across the molding, wood, floor and down the creaky stairs careful to skip the last one because one of the older girls had gotten trapped yesterday. A cold hand gruffly snatched my arm and threw me out into the courtyard.

"Isabella! You should know that when that bell rings you run!" I sighed, nodded my head weakly and stood in line with the other five year olds.

"Well, let's look you over. Straighten your pinafore Julia! Margaret are your shoes untied? I thought not. Barbie why isn't your hair behind your ears? Ah well it will have to do. Look happy for god sake, you're children." The marten said tersely before she opened the door. In came a young couple, early twenties, and two boys. All of the girls ran to them and began to talk and giggle, but I kept back with my book. I had been born in this orphanage and lived here for all my five years. After being rejected for so long I didn't expect much from these constant visits.

"Why aren't you goin' crazy like the rest of them girls?" a heard a soft voice of a boy ask me. I looked up; the boy was blond, about ten years old, with piercing light blue eyes.

"I'm not going to be picked." I said dryly.

"Don't be talkin' nonsense." I met his eyes and raised my eyebrow.

"I'm nothing special like the rest of the girls. You see that redhead, that's Bailey, she lived in Ireland and can dance. That dark girl, Heather, she can act. That blonde one, that's Margaret, she is the most beautiful girl here and she's only three. I'm plain, clumsy, ugly and old." The boy stared at me wide eyed.

"You think you ain't pretty? You are nuts. Carlise and Esme don't care if you're clumsy or older. Also, you certainly ain't plain, if you're sittin' here readin' Jane Austen." I snorted.

"Hey Emmett!" He called, and the other boy, presumably Emmett trotted over. He was huge with curly brown hair and yellow eyes, also around ten.

"Yea Jazz?" Jazz, that's a funny name.

"What's you think of…"

"Bella"

"What's you think of Bella?" Emmett looked me over and smiled

"I like her. Carlise! Esme!" The couple wadded through the girls over to the three of us.

"Yes boys?" Jazz and Emmett pointed to me.

"Oh she is just darling! And look at what's she's reading" the woman cried. Carlise bent down to my eye level.

"What's your name?"

"Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella." A smile made his eyes crinkle

"Bella, I'm Carlise Cullen and this is my wife Emse and our sons Jasper and Emmett. Would you like to join our family?" Was this really happening to me? Someone wanted me? A family! I began to cry and I leapt into Carlise's arms.

"Is that a yes?" he asked softly and I nodded.

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