Disclaimer; I am very very very sad to say this but Lidee does not own the Twilight Saga or it's characters. Stephenie Meyer.

HEEYY! :) Here is the first chapter of Emotion, Love, Life- Forgotten. YES, REMEMBER THAT, THERE IS A – IN BETWEEN LIFE AND FORGOTTEN BUT IT DOESN'T SHOW ON THE TITLE :0

Also, Bella is a six year old human and Edward is a seven year old human BUT they are in the same school year, Edward's birthday is just before Bella's btw.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter, I know the beginning is a lot of meaningless babble but I LOVE green jelly tots and the game 'Guess the jelly tot' may sound SO boring and SO weird but when your hyper it's really fun :D

Chapter 1- Jelly Tots

Bella's POV

"Eddieee!" I whined, looking down at my last green jelly tot protectively, "You know green is my favourite one. IT'S NOT FAIR!"

Edward and I had just been playing our favourite game- guess the jelly tot. It was when you had a packet of jelly tots and before looking at them, you had to guess the colour. If you got it wrong- the other person got that jelly tot.

Yeah, I know it sounded stupid but what did you expect? We were six and seven for goodness sake!

"Just give me the jelly tot and no-one will get hurt." Edward chuckled, an evil glint in his eyes.

"Fine." I mumbled, throwing the jelly tot roughly in his direction. I laughed at Edward when he picked it up from the floor and chewed it thoughtfully.

"Hmm...I don't think I like the green ones." He admitted, spitting it out onto his hand and holding it out for me to take.

"EDWARD!" I screeched, looking at the poor mangled jelly tot.

"Calm down, Belly! I'm sure your parents will give you another packet tomorrow." Edward smiled kindly and threw the plastic packet into the school bin.

"Edward...?" I asked, grabbing his hand and beaming up at him.

"Yes, Bella?" He replied, smiling my favourite of his smiles- the crooked one.

"I love you!" I giggled and then pouted when he let go of my hand and walked away.

"Edward?" My lip quivered like I was about to cry and I could feel water spill from my eyes.

"Bella!" Edward gasped, running back and hugging me tightly, "What's the matter, baby?"

"Nothing," I smiled angelically, "I just wanted you to come back."

"I have to go back to the house now," Edward grimaced and I stroked his arm soothingly. He never called the house, his home.

"Why are you stroking me? I'm not a dog." Edward laughed. No matter how bad the situation was, Edward's laugh could always make it better.

"Okay Eddie, I love you, see you tomorrow." I murmured, but he was already gone on his long walk, back to the house.

"Bella!" I heard a soft shout come from the opposite direction and I turned around just as Nanny Evie scooped me up into her arms.

"Nanny Evie!" I cried, wrapping my arms around her neck and squeezing tightly. It was indescribable how happy I was that Nanny Evie was back, Nanny May was a nightmare. Almost as bad as my parents!

Okay, no-one was as bad as my stuck-up parents, but Nanny May did a pretty good impersonation of them.

"How was Spain, Nanny Evie?" I asked, reaching up to hold her hand once she had put me down.

"Good! Very hot though!" She laughed and pulled me along towards the spring green Maybach 57.

"Lucky." I muttered, frowning up at the snowy clouds.

"Did you get a new school bag?" Nanny Evie questioned curiously, as she lifted me up to put me in the pink car seat.

"Yep!" I smiled brightly and lifted up my bag to show her the sparkly parts on it, "I only bought it because it was sparkly and I wanted to get home, so that I could see Edward."

"Mmm." She acknowledged, doing up my blue seat belt and opening the front door to climb into the drivers seat.

We were quiet for a while.

It wasn't really an awkward silence, it was never really awkward around Nanny Evie, but it seemed like there was something I had to say.

"Nanny Evie..." I trailed off.

"Hm?" She tended to pay close attention to the road and not go over 30mph, so whenever I talked to her in the car, she didn't say much.

"What happened with George?" I finished quietly, feeling bad when she took a shaky breath.

"He wants a divorce," She answered simply, shaking her head, "It was foolish of me to marry so young anyway."

To be honest, I had to agree with her there. Nanny Evie was twenty-two and had married George when she was nineteen. It wasn't a surprise to anyone when George told Nanny Evie that he wanted to end it.

Overall though, I don't know why he divorced her if he had married her in the first place?

Nanny Evie had told me that they were in love during high school. Apparently, they were the school's power couple. She was the perfect girl- the blonde haired and blue-eyed head cheerleader. And he was the brunette, dark eyed player.

Everyone was shocked to their cores when George announced that him and Nanny Evie were in love. People called them Gevie after that.

It was prom night when it happened. When Nanny Evie became pregnant.

No-one knew for a month, including her, and then after that month, it was just her and her auntie. When she turned eighteen, she had a miscarriage though. It was like the baby never existed.

George didn't understand why she wanted to become a nanny after that, he wanted her to travel abroad with him and help him make money.

I guess he would have understood if he knew about the baby at all.

When Nanny Evie refused to move, George proposed to her- to make sure she could never escape.

She said yes, of course. At the time she thought that she loved him, but now she realised that she only said yes because she wanted security and the perfect husband.

Eventually, George got tired of trying to convince Nanny Evie to move to Spain with him, so he moved on his own- with his hopes that she would miss him and come back to him.

She never did though.

Yeah, she had an occasional holiday every now and then to see him, but after he left she honestly didn't bother with him anymore. You could be dead stupid and still figure out that he was cheating on her.

Then she met me.

It had been the day after Nanny Evie admitted to George that she thought they needed marriage counselling. He had lashed out at her and said he never wanted to see her again.

I had been in the park with my nanny at the time, she was busy flirting with all the dads, so she didn't notice when I ran up to the pretty, blonde girl who was crying.

"What iss the mattah?" I had asked, in my three year old lisp, climbing up on the bench beside her. She had turned her head towards me and I gasped at what I saw.

They was an ugly, red gash down the side of her face. His champagne glass from our wedding, she had told me later on, that was what he threw at me.

I had brought my hand up to her face and covered the cut.

"Pwetty!" I giggled, showing my new baby teeth.

"You too, baby." She had smiled through her tears and pulled me onto her lap, "What are you doing here all on your own, honey?"

"I is not," I had frowned and pointed towards the opposite bench without looking, "Nanny Kwaty iss twere."

Nanny Evie gasped and put her arms around me protectively, before standing up with me in her arms.

"Baby, put on my coat and hide behind that tree," She shrugged off her long, cream coat and passed it to me, after pointing to a far away tree.

"Be careful and quiet." She had whispered before cautiously following a path which lead from the bench Nanny Katy had been on, to a dark crowd of trees.

I didn't know what happened after that, Nanny Evie wouldn't tell me. All I knew was that there was a lot of screaming and that Nanny Evie saved the day.

After the incident, Nanny Katy resigned and my mum took on Nanny Evie straight away, not bothered to try and find someone else- being the inconsiderate, spoilt women she was.

While I had been reminiscing about my past, I hadn't realised that the car had stopped and Nanny Evie was undoing my seat belt and lifting me into her arms.

"Pretty." I murmured, patting Nanny Evie's head while she laughed happily.

"You too." She carried me through the front door and put me down.

"Mommy!" I shouted, running in and out of the big rooms in our big house.

"Isabella! Shh!" My mom walked out of one of the many lounges, on the phone, "Yeah...yeah...No! I did not say that, n...NO, DO NOT INTERRUPT ME! No..." She walked outside and I turned back to Nanny Evie sadly.

"Don't worry, Bella." She murmured, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen.

"I wish you were my mommy, Nanny Evie." I muttered, climbing on top of one of the bar stools and biting into one of the apple muffins on the side.

"I do too." She whispered, so quietly I wasn't sure if I imagined it or not.

Always try to look on the bright side though, Edward always told me though, No matter how bad it gets, just remember- someone else has it worse than you.

But I couldn't think of anyone who had it worse than Edward...

I was going to do more in Edward's POV maybe, but I really cba because I wanted to update tonight :D

Hope you enjoyed my first chapter(: xx

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