Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. No copyright infrigment intended. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Ugh... Lucky.

Anyways, I was really bored and decided to write out a poem... But wrote a story instead. I really like it... But it will go no where if no one leaves reviews telling me how much they love it or... *gulp* hate it. Whatever floats your boat, I guess. But reviews are very much appreciated.

So... Here it goes. A random story, and my first ACTUAL fanfiction. I had random stories on another account with random topics, all of which never had anything to do with the real topic.

And if you want POVs switched... (only Edward and Bella; sorry, folks...) let me know in a review. :)

And I should just stop babbling and let you read this huh?

Well, read on! And, more importantly, I hope you enjoy!


My mom had brought me to the park. I was seven, so I was excited. We never came here much. But even though I had come to the park to have fun, I didn't really know what to do. I was never very social, so I didn't want to go over to the kids playing hide and go seek, even if they did seem to be having a good time. I did enjoy watching them; especially the pretty bronze-haired boy. He looked like he was really good at this game. I just smiled and continued to watch him until he looked my direction and smiled a crooked smile. What shocked me were his eyes.

They were the prettiest green color I had ever seen.

I didn't continue to look his way, seeing as my mom was trying to talk to me. She was now snapping her fingers in my face, so I turned to look at her.

"God, Isabella. Listen." Then she mumbled, "Stupid, ignorant child. Why did I want a kid, again?" She probably thought I couldn't hear her. I blinked away the tears. It never would've been such a big deal if I didn't know she didn't love me. "Why don't you go play with the kids over there? Go play on the swings or some shit." She never bothered to watch what she said around me. She did when daddy was still around, but that no longer mattered, seeing as he left us three years ago. And I deeply wished he was still around to remind her that I hated the name Isabella. I liked daddy's nickname: Bella.

I missed him.

I gulped a little before walking over to the swings and plopping down on one. I didn't come to the park much, but when I did, normally this was my favorite part. Daddy would push me higher and higher, and I would scream and giggle until he stopped the swings and held me in his arms telling me how much he loved me.

My tears started to come back.

"Are you ok?" Are heard a soft, velvety type voice say. I looked up to meet a confused pair of green eyes; the green eyes I found so pretty earlier. I couldn't really see him since my vision was blocked by my tears, but I nodded, telling him I was ok. "Are you sure?" I nodded once more. "Well... Ok. But do you want to come play hide and seek with some of my friends and I?"

I smiled a tiny bit when I thought about making friends; daddy had been my best and only friend. I nodded. "What are you guys playing?" I asked, my tears going away.

He smiled big and said, "We're about to play another round of hide and seek." He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. His smile grew impossibly bigger when he turned back towards me. "And you're it." He ran away while shouting, "Count to fifty!"

I giggled and looked around, confused. I didn't know where base was. "Wait!" I yelled. After ten seconds of waiting, I called out, "Hello?" After another five seconds, a boy that looked a little older than me popped his head out from behind a tree. He looked a little bit muscular—was it possible to have muscle at our age? I wondered—and had brown hair. His smile seemed to be even bigger than... Oh. I never got his name. Well, it looked bigger than the green eyed boy, adding dimples.

"Yes?" He called, his voice very loud and slightly comforting; how odd.

I smiled at the thought, and asked, "Where's base?" His shoulders starting rising and falling; I was guessing he was laughing. He pointed at the tree he was hiding behind. This confused me even more. "Then why are you hiding there?"

He walked towards me and poked my shoulder. "Now you're it." He smiled the big smile he wore just two seconds ago. "Before you start counting, I'm Emmett. What's your name?"

I thought for a moment. "Wait! The green eyed boy tricked me!" Now it was Emmett's turn to look confused.

"You mean Edward?" he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. I smiled at the name; somehow, it seemed fitting.

"I guess. Anyways, I'm Bella. It's nice to meet you." Before I could even take one step, Emmett crushed me into a hug; it seemed far more loving than anything I had gotten in a while. "Um..." I started, feeling a little awkward. "What are you doing?"

"Hugging a friend." He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Emmett." I heard someone whine, causing him to let me out of his grip. "Jeez. You're scaring her." A girl with short, inky black hair and pixie-like features walked over to me, looking up at me only slightly. She couldn't have been more than a few inches shorter than me. She smiled. What is with these people and smiling?

"And... You are?" I asked, wondering, also, where all these people were starting to pop out from as I noticed a girl—who was very pretty, with blue eyes and blonde hair—come from behind the wall leading into the girl's bathroom, and a blonde boy—looking a little like the girl, what with the blue eyes and blonde hair to match—coming out from the opposite side (behind the wall leading to the boy's bathroom). Why were all of them so damn pretty? Why can't I look like them?

"I'm Alice, Edward's sister." I snapped out of my daze and looked back at her. She scrunched her nose when she said she was Edward's sister. Her eyes, the same color as Edward's, started sparkling. I smiled a little, just thinking about Edward; where was he, anyways?

I stared at the blondes, waiting for their introductions. The girl simply stared back at me, making me wish a hole would suddenly appear at my feet and swallow me whole. I stared down at my feet. It was silent for a few seconds. "I'm Jasper." I looked back up to see the blonde boy smiling at me. Being kind, I smiled back at him. It wasn't fake, like many of my smiles in the past had been. It was genuine, likewise the smile I gave to the others. I saw Jasper lightly jab his elbow into the blonde girl's ribs and she responded with a tiny yelp.

It seemed to take a long while of her glaring at Jasper before she looked at me and smiled ever so slightly. "And I'm his twin, Rosalie." I was guessing Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett were at least a year older then me, and I was willing to bet that Alice and Edward were near my age.

"Why is it taking so—? Oh." Edward said, coming from behind a trash can. Yeah. Great place to hide, Edward, I thought, inwardly giggling. "I guess you've met everyone then?"

I smiled. "Yeah." I looked at all of them and then started to search the park. I wanted to introduce my new found friends to my mom. She would be surprised that I made so many friends in such a short-

Where is she?

I guess I must've started to look a little panicked and was searching the park furiously, because I heard Jasper ask, "What's wrong, Bella?"

"Bella..." I heard the velvet voice whisper with some awe in it, but I didn't bother to turn to look at him. I was too engulfed in the great search to find my mom. She was no where in sight.

I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder. It was a tiny hand; probably Alice. "Bella. What's wrong?"

"I..." I wasn't sure what to say. 'My mom ditched me; see ya later'? No. "Um... I have to go now. I think my mom wants to leave." Even if it was without her own daughter. I sighed at the thought. Thanks mom. Love you, too.

"Well, where is you're—?" I shot a look at Emmett; I was pretty sure I was silently pleading him to shut up. He saw it, and, though he looked confused, he was quiet.

"Will we get to see you soon, Bella?" I heard the velvety voice say. Oh, God, I sure hope you will.

"Maybe. I don't know." I looked over at the horizon and saw the sun was ready to meet the mountains; it was getting closer and closer to bedtime. And mom hated when I wasn't in bed on time. "Look, I have to go." I started running in the directions of my house; it wasn't very far. I turned back quickly and waved before turning back around, making sure I set one foot in front of the other, glad to have my cursed balance on my side right now. It would be just fucking lovely to trip on the way home and make it that much harder to get there.

The sun seemed to be racing against me for it seemed to be moving faster and faster behind the mountains with each step I took. I saw the curb that turned into my street and slowed down just a little bit. I passed house after house until coming in front of mine, but stopped dead in my tracks.

Mom's truck was not in the driveway. The door was more than wide open. All the windows were broken. And what I noticed last, though I should've noticed first, was that the place where mom's truck should've been was a big black van.

No. Not good at all.

I knew I shouldn't have done it. I knew I should've run the complete opposite direction and run faster than my legs would allow. I should've run back to Edward and tell him to get his mom or dad to call someone... perhaps 911.

I knew the last thing I should've done was to race up those steps to see if my mom was even close to alive.

And that was the biggest fucking mistake of my life. Why should I have given a shit about my mom? Did I think that if I went in there, if I showed her I cared, that she would love me just as I... sort of... loved her?

Probably. But, really. Should I have risked it?

No.

God damn it.


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