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Chapter 1

BPOV

Ms. Longhorn staggered in drunk and blew her goddamned whistle not once, not twice, but five times. After 16 sweet years of this you pretty much got used to waking this way, but if in the off chance you didn't wake from the scream of the whistle the crying of the younger kids was enough to do the job. I sat straight up and hit my head on the cheap, wooden frame of the bunk bed.

"Oooh clumsy Bella is back", I heard from the smartass on the top bunk and a collective giggles and murmurs of agreement sounded around the room.

And with that, my dreams of luxury were quickly put to a stop and it was back to reality.

Ah, but I forgot introductions. I'm Bella. Bella Swan. I'm 16 years old and an orphan. I was left on the front porch of Ms. Longhorn's Home for Little Girls and as I was carried inside screaming, even as a baby I must had have some intuition that I was being taken into literal hell on earth.

I have no connections my parents left me with half a metal locket and a rusty chain. In her rush to get rid of me Ms. Longhorn had looked into tracing the locket however it seemed like the locket was less unique than we all thought. 90,000 of them were made in 1995 and sold at $5 a pop. What a way to make a girl feel special, am I right?

It will forever be a mystery to me as to why Ms. Agatha Longhorn chose to create a home for girls when she hates children, all kinds, sizes, and genders. The best way I can describe her is through one of my favorite childhood books, Matilda by Roald Dahl. Ms. Longhorn is the personification of Ms. Trunchbull down to the cruel mouth, massive thighs, and leather belt. There couldn't be two women more alike on this planet with similar beliefs and views.

Ms. Longhorn's only consolation is the bottle of alcohol she's always nursing in her arm, or as she tells the kids, medicine. Personally, it helps me to explain to the younger kids why Ms. Longhorn is in fact a very sick lady. The Trunch, as we like to call her, spends most of her time moaning and groaning, but over all, fantasizing. Fantasizing about the life she "should have had" on easy street. And since she is not on easy street (or anywhere close, apparently) the work of running the home is left to me. I'm the oldest girl so I am responsible for cooking, cleaning, and teaching the kids. Basically, I'm Cinderella or Matilda (whichever you prefer) and neither my fairy godmother nor Ms. Honey has arrived.

I was shaken from my thoughts as I heard the doorbell ring. Rarely anyone came into this hellhole so the kids, like lost puppies, gathered around the door, starving for attention and hoping for a miracle. Me? I was old enough not to hope. But as I saw the bronze head of hair peak out from the corner of the door, I couldn't help but believe that maybe Prince Charming had come to save me this time.

EPOV

"Oh fuck", I said aloud as I hit the alarm. My head was pounding, and the sun from the window made me cringe. As I moved to close the blinds, I felt a stirring on my left side and found myself staring at last night's lay.

What was her name? Jessica, Jane, Nathalie? The names blurred together from the last month, and even mentally unable to distinguish this girl I decided she had to go. I couldn't stand to see the disappointed look on Carlisle's face and the slow rise of tears in Esme's eyes just before she turned away.

"Hey, hey", I whispered as I prodded her with my finger. I turned to look at her face and decided last night must have been quite a night for me to let her touch me, because the bitch looked like she carried diseases unknown to doctors.

"Eddie", she whispered hopefully and began to move toward me.

"Don't call me Eddie, I hate that shit. Get out, I've gotta change the sheets. And go out the back door", I added as a second thought. "I don't want my parents to hear about this."

She looked plain shocked and I started to see the beginning of tears in her eyes. Oh no, not again. "Get the fuck out", I repeated, "I have to go to school today, I've missed too many tests."

She slowly rose, muttering, "I thought it would be different," before throwing me a stinging glare and slamming the door. I winced but didn't hear my family stir. Thought it would be different? She accidentally slept in my bed. How many girls get that privilege?

I looked out the window to the right and saw Blondie exit through the front door and slam it one more time with an angry look on her face. Whatever, I probably deserved that. At least she was gone. I stretched and began to get ready for another day.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget introductions? Well, I'm Edward. Edward Cullen also known as gift to mankind but more specifically womankind, if you catch my drift. I'm son of billionaires Carlisle Cullen, industry mogul, and Esme Cullen, interior decorator extraordinaire. I've got bronze hair that practically jumps off my head and "gorgeous" green eyes (as all the girls say). I'm seventeen years old and live in Seattle, Washington, and I'm not gonna lie, life is pretty damn great.

A knock at the door interrupted my musings and I heard Carlisle say in his professional voice, "Edward get out here, son. I've got something important to tell you." Oh god, what could that mean?

"Okay dad. I'll be downstairs in a sec.", I responded easily.

I quickly ripped the sheets off of my king sized bed and threw the old sheets in the laundry. My room was perfectly decorated top to bottom, a bookshelf on one side and sheet music and albums on the other. A baby grand sat in the back corner next to the window and the creme walls and sleek furniture were put in by Esme. I grabbed a quick shower and ran downstairs.

"Alice, pass the fucking bacon, I'm fucking starving here.", I heard Emmett yell. So not a morning person. Oh, did I forget to introduce my siblings? I guess that happens when there's just too much good to say about yourself.

Alice is my younger sister and the baby of the family at 16, she's got black hair cut into a pixie cut, whatever the hell that means, all you need to know is that it's pretty short. I could practically hear her bouncing from upstairs and feel the enthusiasm from her tiny form. She loves clothes and fashion, and is the wardrobe designer for everyone in the family. I hear her yell back in her fast, high pitched voice and wonder how the pixie is always energetic.

"Well Emmett, I really don't care. You already ate all the sausage on the table anyways.", Alice yelled at the same time as Esme scolded, "Emmet watch your language. We do not need to hear that at the dinner table."

Emmet is my older brother and the old man (just kidding) of the family at 19. He's huge and intimidating from the amount he works out (he's a football player) but really just a giant teddy bear when you get to know him. He's really only home on the weekends due to college, so it's a mystery why he's here when he should be in class. He's got the Cullen eyes (those "gorgeous" greens) and has a not so exciting love life, he has a steady girlfriend, Rosalie Hale, who is super hot but also queen bitch. Alice thinks they bring out the best in each other, I think they're just in it for the bump n' grind. Em is super graphic, and from what he's told me, the bump n' grind sounds like it happens pretty damn often. I'm just glad Em's room is on the third floor, I don't know if I could look either of them in the face after hearing that happen.

"Alice, Emmet quiet down.", Carlisle said, "Your mom and I have something to tell you, we'll just wait for Edward."

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," I said smirking, "Mom, dad, Em, Al good morning", I greeted everyone.

As I leaned down to get the orange juice and take a seat, Alice whispered in my ear, "Don't think I didn't hear Jennifer leave. You better be careful, mom and dad would've blown a fuse."

"Mind your own business Allie," I said irritated. Ah, Jennifer that was her name. I shivered as I once again questioned what possessed me to sleep with her.

"Eddie boy, you were plastered last night, man. How you manage to hide hangovers so well is beyond me," Emmet said. Our parents looked at us disapprovingly and Carlisle cleared his throat.

"Back to our announcement. Esme and I have decided to adopt a girl. You all know why this cause is so important to us," Carlisle explained.

And we did. We had heard the story at least a million times. Carlisle was left at the front door of an orphanage. When he turned 15 and with 10 cents in his pocket he ran away. He created a library card and spent his days in the library and his nights in homeless shelters. After self-educating, he had a business idea and created a firm which expanded into a fortune 500 company. And just like a Horatio Alger rags to riches dime novel, Carlisle rose from unknown orphan to billionaire with a type A family, 2.5 kids and a picket fence. Or in his case 3 kids and a 34,000 square foot mansion. But really Carlisle? An orphan?

"I want to give another child a chance to make it big like I did in this world. So today, you are all excused from school. We are going to go adopt", Carlisle continued.

Esme smiled with love in her eyes and Alice clapped excitedly, "Let's get a girl! I've always wanted a sister! I can't believe this, I'm so excited! I can dress her up and do her hair and paint nails together!", Alice screeched a mile a minute.

Emmet and I just shrugged, I had a feeling neither of us really cared. Em was gone way too much in college and would probably soon be starting a family of his own. I, on the other hand, couldn't care less. As long as orphan Annie didn't bother me or invade my personal space all is well.

Carlisle loaded us in to the car, his BMW SUV and we were off to choose an orphan. I dozed for a while and when I woke we were pulling into Ms. Longhorn's Home for Girls. It looked like a shitty place, small and in a bad part of town. Carlisle and Esme stepped out followed by one bouncing Alice and two bored boys. Carlisle tentatively knocked on the door, or what was left of it. The wood was rotting and you could see the red too cheery paint peeling all around the home. The brass, rusted doorknob began to turn and the door was cracked open. Large baby brown eyes and pink pouty lips peeked out at us. And as they locked with mine, brown to green, I gave my signature panty dropping Cullen crooked smile. This day could be better than I thought.

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