AN: Hey guys, it's me again. I had an idea that I just had to put on some sort of...paper. So I hope you enjoy it. I'm still going to update on Life goes on. It's just I wanted to see the reaction to this one.

To pronounce the little girls name if you get confused is: Ry-LEE. This chapter will be a little bit of a filler, as will the next few, just so you my readers can get acquainted with my newest character. (:

This is about 12 years after BD.

Reilly's POV (11 Yrs old)

Moving around a lot has not been the highlight of my life, but apparently it's necessary. You see I don't even know who my parents are; I figured they dumped me on the social services as soon as I was out of the womb. But since I've never spoke, seen and heard from them since, I wouldn't know the reasons why they gave me away. I kind of want to know who they are I mean, who doesn't? Apart from the people who actually know their parents, you want to confide in your mom when a boy picks on you or your dad to be there when you fall, but I never had that. I mean I've had foster homes, seven to be exact, but the people I stayed with either had other children they loved more or they were too old to even get out of a chair and have so bonding time with me. So I've been deprived of a lot.

My social worker Ms. Becky has been with me and my case since I was old enough to walk and I respect her for staying with me as most people don't. But when she came to me that day and asked if I wanted to move to the other side of the country, I couldn't say no, could I?

Ms. Becky walked into her office and smiled brightly, "Reilly, always a pleasure to see your face hunnie. But I have some good news for you." She told me.

"What's that Becks?" I asked her, using the nickname I gave to her years ago.

"Well, the home where you're staying at now, the parents don't seem to want you there anymore. They said you're a little too old for what they want. And they want to let you go. I'm sorry hunnie." She answered. She came over and hugged me.

I wasn't that bothered about that, they weren't too friendly anyway. Tom and Karen Alderson weren't the nicest of people. I think they wanted me to look after all the children while they went out and did their own thing.

"That's okay. I'm a little upset, but I'll live." I lied.

"But on the better note! We found you a place to stay at where loads of other children stay until they get fostered, it's called Ridgley House and it's in Port Angeles, Washington." She told me slowly. "There will be children your age looking for people to be friends with and just talk to."

"Oh. So I won't be staying in Georgia anymore?" I asked.

"No, you won't." She bluntly told me. Well I don't have connections here so It can't be that bad that I'm moving that far.

So here I am on a plane, Becks sat next to me, on the way to Washington, WA. Becks told me more about Ridgley House sounded just what I needed. I like to have friends and people to talk to, and others in the same position that I'm in and don't know who they're mom and dad are, is really nice, that way they know what I'm going through.

I took my music player out my bag with the little belongings I have, and put the earphones in my ears when we set off. I must have fell asleep because the next thing I know, I have a faceless mother and father who are hugging me then kissing me goodnight, tucking me in at night. Loving me, for all that I deserve. I was shook awake by Becks and she told me we had landed at our destination.

We got off the plane, and we got to the terminal; I needed the toilet. So I told Becks I was going to be two minutes. I walked off to the toilets and did my business; I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. When I looked at myself in the mirror, not to be vain, if it sounds like it, but I was a nice girl I didn't do anything wrong at my other homes. I wasn't the runt of the litter, I had long mousy brown hair that I loved to braid and play with, and I had these big bright eyes, that Becky told me were unique; they were a very light blue, have you ever seen a husky dog eyes? Yeah about that. But I just don't get it, what I did wrong to deserve people treating me nastily and just slinging me away like a piece of trash on the floor.

I turned away with unshed tears in my eyes and walked out the toilet. Becks had my two bags and duffle next to her.

We got into a taxi and Becks told the taxi driver the address and the name of the house. Once we were on our way I couldn't get the fact that it was so different here than it was in Georgia, the sunny beautiful scenery and then to go to Washington, is just a very different place; Green and wet. But it wasn't a bad difference as I don't really like the sun that much. So I was kind of impressed with what I could see, so far.

Ten minutes later, we pulled up to a huge house with the sign 'Ridgley House' with branches and trees hanging over the sign and the house. I liked the fact that it looked so peaceful, but yet it couldn't be peaceful with at least eight other children in the house, or more. I don't know. We pulled up into the gravel driveway in front of the big white door that was now my home, until I could be accepted into another family.

I jumped out the car just as the big door opened and out stepped a younger woman. She walked over to me and Becks and introduced herself.

"Hello, you must be Reilly, right? I'm Cassie. I'm kind of like the mother of the house. And make sure everyone's up when there suppose to be and things like that." She smiled so wide it reached her brown eyes.

"Hey" I smiled shyly at her.

"Well follow me and I'll introduce you to the other ten children that live here." She led me up the steps and took me inside my home, with Becks on my heels.

AN: Soooo how do you like it? The chapter went okay, I mean I could have made it better but also I think this could work. Please review.

It might take a while for the other twilight characters to be introduced. And if all the new people get a little too much, inbox me. I want to hear your opinions.

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