Okay, guys, this is my first fanfic and I don't think it's going to be any good. Just review if you read it, okay? =] I don't own Twilight!
Chapter 1 Concealed
I was gasping for breath. I couldn't believe it had finally happened; that I had lost everyone I cared about. Charlie was dead. Renee was dead. Now I had to go live with the strange and mysterious Cullens, the people I have never met, but were good friends of my moms. Somehow, I never saw them. The girl sitting next to me had this look on, a look I've seen a lot in the past few days, a look I've grown used to: the "Should I be worried about her sanity?" look. I was fine with it. They hadn't lost all they cared for.
The bus stopped; I slowly got up from the purple seat and moved oh-so-ungracefully to the opening doors. My gracelessness didn't bother me anymore, neither did the gloomy weather and the suppressing clouds.
I saw a full-looking woman with a sign that said Mary-Ann Marshall, a girl rushing towards what looked like her father. This wasn't unusual; this was a major stop where many agreed to meet their relatives. Not many agreed to meet total strangers, like me. I finally reached my name, and a golden-haired man holding the sign, he looked young, like my mother had, only 36 at the time of the accident, passing away with her husband, her Phil. My dad had died earlier, when I was little, and that's why we moved to Arizona. And for the same type of tragic accident was I coming back. Not everyone got a second chance. I was happy I had how much time I did. Finally reaching the man, he g=said my name,
"Bella?" His voice was pleasant, and he recognized me, my mother must have told him some about me: the way I looked, the nickname I liked people to use…
"?" I asked.
"Carlisle. I am so sorry." That's all he had to say for me to understand he was an amazing man. I hugged him- he didn't look surprised, and took my skimpy luggage-one big carry-on bag, as if I were going on vacation for a week.
He took my hand, and gently led me to his car, putting my bag in the back seat, and opening the door for me. There was noone else in the car. I got my seat belt on, as did he, and he let me rest my head on his shoulder.
We rode in silence for half an hour, comforting silence. Nothing needed to be said.
"Bella, we are almost there. You'll love the house- you have your own room, and a window for one wall. Just so you know- the dark haired, short girl is Alice, the big boy is Emmett, and the bronze-haired boy is Edward. They are my children. My wife is Esme. You will like them, I also told them to lay of you for a while- they are all so curious to meeting you." We turned onto a winding forest road. I leaned back from him, studying his caring face. "Oh, and, Bella?" He looked at me. "Their best friends, Rosalie and Jasper Hale, are over constantly. I told them the news too. You can do what you like once we get there after a quick introduction, and then I'll have to go on my nightshift in the hospital." It was obvious he was trying to be as welcoming as possible, and I appreciated that. I already felt at home, and Carlisle felt like family. "Thank you," I said. It was the only thing I could say- and it covered it all. He understood. "Bella, you are always welcome. In my house and family." We then arrived and I saw the house, and I was surprised, even though he sent me a picture in an e-mail. This was not something anyone could forget. And although my parents died, I knew they would be happy for me. This was what my parents wanted me to have if anything happened. I would never forget my parents-they were amazing people. I loved them. But Dr. and were my legal guardians now, and my parents did this for a reason. I was part of their family, and for the first time in months I felt ready to face my future, my new life, my family.