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"Welcome to our home Isabella we have been waiting for you, please just leave your things here and we can get them later." the nice lady said pointing me to the bottom of the very large stair case. i placed my bags where she wanted me to and turned to her.
"i would like you to meet my faimily if you do not mind." her voice was soft. i felt a little tinge of grife in the pit of my stomach.
"i would very much like to." i said to her not wanting to tell her i would like to crawl in to a hole and die. the lady smiled sweetly ans held out her hand. i thought twice about taking her hand, i didnt want to get attached to her this brillant house or anyone else but i would get lost. she noticed my brife monent of hesation and bent down to look at me.
"if some thing bothers you, you can always tell me i wont turn you away, dear" her soft brown eyes held compassion her face was straight and angaled, high defined cheek bones, full lips, pale, and a straight nose. i felt the prickle of tears at the back of eyes. i realy want an mother and father again i truly did but i was afraid of commentment. i dont want a part of my life replaying for me. i missed my family i want them back. i started to cry unable to stop. she wraped her arm around me and let me sob on her pretty blue floral dress and ruin it. i heard foot steps coming from the right of me because we faced the door. im guessing that direction was the living room. i heard mummers coming from all around us.one in peticular penitrated my crying.
i woke up in a very large room the bed was very comfortable a queen sized black wrot iron cannopie bed and white curtons hung all around it. the room was tatefull, pale blue paint a nice mohoginie chester drawer sat in a far corner, french doors lead to a balconie the room was beauitiefull. a knock at the door broke me from my observation.
"are you awake" a males voice asked from behind the door. bearly auidible.
"yes" i said with out very much energy. he opend the door. a man in his mid late twenties came in. he was just as beauitiefull as the woman, blonde hair, tall, built, and blue eyes.
"Isabella how are you feeling." his eyes showed compassion, and love.
"just call me bella please" i said in a wisper because my throat was raw from the crying. he smiled.
"bella are you feeling alright." i nodded.
"do you want to meet the family." i thought about this one, after my little crying episode they would want to send me to a new home.
"sure"i decided. i want to see the family who would send me to the next foster home before i un-pack.
a dazzling smile spread across his face. he took my handand lead me down a corridor it was painted a light peach. i noticed i was in a three story house and that room i was in was on the top floor.
we made it to where i passed out and i froze.
"its alright dont worrie." he wispered. i moved to the right with him and i was right to the right Was the living room. The living room was a soft tan hard wood floors a lit black marble fire place and two large white couches large enough to acomidate six people at once and three maching fluffy chairs, people occupied this room six to be excat. two girls one with chin lenght black hair and one with long blonde. the other couch two boys sat a chunky black burly headed boy and a slim shaggy blonde. the lady sat in a fluffy chair next to another boy with bronze hair past his chin.
"Everyone this is isabella marie swan your new sister." the man behind me placed his hand on my sholder. sister? did they adoped me? i was sure the police sent me here for a while becouse it was a home.
everyone turned to me. ( the furniture is facing the fireplace on the oppiset wall from me) they all smiled.
reviews plz i need the motivation to keep writing. warning this story will get a little morbid. because im a twisted little freak.