"I can't believe you guys are making me do this." I said as my mom practically shoved me out the front door.
"Edward, your father and I think this will be a good experience for you and your siblings," said Esme, getting into the family car, while my siblings were in the car already.
I reluctantly got in the car. I can't believe they were making me and my siblings go through this!
We were going to a soup kitchen because our parents thought we should be more grateful for what we have. We are grateful! Rosalie can't leave her room anymore because she's grateful for her flat screen TV.
The soup kitchen was about 45 minutes away, so it didn't take long to get there. It was this building about the size of our school cafeteria. The workers here are supposed to wear these gross lime green shirts with nametags and are supposed to stay either in the kitchen or behind the trays of food. Lame.
I helped a little with preparing the food while the rest of my family set the tables for the homeless. I've never worked in a kitchen before so this was really weird for me. After that people started coming in so we had to serve the food.
Most of the people here are losers in my opinion that only spend their money on booze, drugs, or cheap entertainment…
Although about an hour after serving food I noticed a girl with long brown hair and the most beautiful looking eyes I have ever seen. She was small, looked very vulnerable. She only dared looking into my eyes and smiled at me for half a second before she went through the rest of the line. But even through that tiny amount of time, I could see that she was different from all these other losers.
She wasn't a loser, she was a victim. She was too shy, too vulnerable too smart to spend her money on that stupid stuff.
I saw her go to a table in the back, she started to eat alone. Didn't she know anyone here? Or was she new? I wonder what happened to her, for her to come to a place like this…
So, when my break came, I set out on a mission, I want to find out who this girl is. I got a plate of food, a drink, and carefully went to the back of the room, where she was. I approached her cautiously; she looked up at me for a second with scared eyes. I gently sat down next to her close enough to start a conversation but far enough to give her some personal space.
"Hi." I said cheerfully.
She looked up at me, bobbed her head and looked back at her food.
"How are you?" She ignored me and continued to pick at her food. "Ok, where are you from?" Still nothing. Ok, this was getting a little frustrated. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" She looked up at me with her sad little eyes then looked down again.
"Ok, can you at least tell me your name?" I said frustrated. After about 3 minutes of waiting and her not responding, I got up and was about to leave when she said it. It was so low I almost missed it.
"Bella."
I looked back at her. She was looking at me with these pleading eyes, begging me not to go. I sat back down. "What's your name?" I asked again.
She raised her voice only a little. "Bella. Bella Swan."