Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, nor any of the characters belonging to the series.
"Good luck, Bella" shouts my case worker, as I climb into the plane. For the past eleven years I have been playing the game of musical foster homes along with the hundreds of fellow orphans. This mess started when my mom mysteriously disappeared Christmas shopping when I was 4. My dad became devastated and began searching Seattle, two hours from Forks, Washington, where we live, day in and day out leaving me with the neighbors, The Newtons. They had one son, my age, who loved to play with me.
My dad thought I would enjoy this so left me their why he slept at our house. Every night before bed no matter how tired he was, he normally would come and tuck me in and kiss me good night. However, 5 days later, did not come home. Mrs. Newton called the police. A search started immediately because he was the chief of police. Later that morning, they found his clothes ripped and bloodied. I was then shipped off to the orphanage at Phoenix, Arizona
Now, I have been adopted. The only thing I know about the adoptee, is the father's name Carlisle Cullen and that they live in forks, Washington. Yes I am going back to where this all began.
