This is another story I wrote months ago. I like writing it so I figured I see what everyone thought about it. =P


The Park was where they found me. I was huddled up near the old Willow tree, shivering and hungry. My father, if you could call him that, had abandoned me and I didn't know how to get home. He liked to drink and then he'd get angry and hit me. I was four years old.

The man who found me said his name was Charlie. He was the chief of police here in Forks, Washington. He asked me a few questions and gave me his coat because all I was wearing was a dress mommy had gotten me. The only item of clothing I owned.

The nice man, Charlie, asked gently for permission before he picked me up. I hesitated before I wrapped my skinny little arms around his neck. I sat in the back of his police car as he drove to his police station. My first thought was that he was going to arrest me so I started to cry. Charlie's partner, who told me his name was Mark, shushed me and told me it would be ok. At the police station, Charlie carried me in and set me on his desk.

"I have to make a phone call, alright?" He said, softly. "I'll be right back. Do you like to color? I have some of my daughters coloring books here." He proceeded to get the books out of his drawer and show me.

I nodded quietly and picked the Mickey Mouse coloring book. Charlie handed me the crayons and grabbed the telephone. I watched as he dialed some numbers and put the device to his ear. Then I opened the book and started coloring.

Charlie started talking and put the phone back down in minutes. "Alright, sweetie. Is it alright if I ask you a few questions? Just to get to know you better?"

I nodded and continued coloring Daisy duck's dress purple.

"Can you tell me how old you are?"

I held up four fingers, hesitantly.

"Alright. How about your name?"

"Bella." I told him just as a blonde man came into the building. He walked towards us and gave me a warm smile. He looked oddly familiar to me.

Then I realized it was one of my father's friends from work. One we had met many times before. Whimpering, I raised my little arms up to him.

He picked me up and let me cuddle into his neck, still whimpering. He proceeded to talk to the chief and I fell asleep against his neck.


I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, wearing an unfamiliar shirt that was two sizes too big for me. I cowered under the sheets when the door opened. An angry lady with caramel hair strode into the room. The whimpering and overwhelming fear hit me like a freight train.

Another two people were in the doorway quickly. One a short, pretty brunette girl with excited eyes and the other a honey-blonde haired man.

I crawled off the unfamiliar bed and ran to them, trying to hide from dragon lady. The guy tentatively picked me up.

"Hey Bella! How're you feeling?" The girl asked, adding, "My name's Alice and this is Jasper. That's Esme over there."

Where was the blonde man? I couldn't remember his name though. My eyes scanned outside the door. He wasn't there, but my view was only of the stairs.

The caramel hair lady, Esme?, angrily left the room. I don't know why but I started bawling. Where was the blonde man. As If I had wished for him, he appeared in the doorway. My arms automatically reached for him. He stepped into the room and lifted me up.

"Hello, Bella. Are you feeling better?" He repeated Alice's question.

I nodded and busied myself with the collar of his shirt.

Alice cooed softly and stroked my hair. "Carlisle, can we keep her? She's adorable!"

"Alice, she isn't a pet." Carlisle said, as he wrapped a blanket around me.

Then he proceeded to carry me downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Alright Bella. Would you like some breakfast?" He gently peeled me away from him and set me on the counter.

I nodded and he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard. He also grabbed a box of cheerios and pured them into the bowl.

"Milk?" His voice was soft and comforting. I shook my head and took the bowl when he offered. I greedily ate the cheerios, unable to remember when my last meal was.

Carlisle leaned against the counter, watching. Probably to make sure I didn't choke. Then he touched the bruise on my forehead. I winced and let out a small whimper.

"Sorry, Bella." He picked me up, careful of my cheerios, and carried me into the family room.

I was scared when I saw six people sitting on the couches. Three I didn't recognize. One was a pretty bonde girl who smiled softly at me. I like her. She wasn'tt faking like some people I had seen. I reached out one arm to her and she jumped off the couch. She took me in her arms and cooed softly, much like Alice had. I offered her some cheerios andshe laughed.

"No, those are yours." I shoved another handful into my mouth, grinning when she smiled.

"Someone tamed the wicked witch of the west!" A boy with funny colored hair exclaimed.

"Shut up, Edward!" The blonde snapped.

"Rosie, calm down." A tall man with lots of muscles said.

Rose. I liked that name.

"Wosie." I giggled.

The room fell silent. So many people I couldn't keep up! The big man, who said his name was Emmett, seemed scary but actedd like a teddy-bear. I liked him lots too.

But Edward wasn't fun. He was very moody and glared at me like daddy did.

But it felt like I had a family, and I wished that they could keep me. Rosie could be my mommy! And I could play with Alice!

My head filled with so many things that all I wanted to do was get some more sleep.

And minutes later, I was laying down in a bed, tucked in tight and fading fast into dreamland.


Personally I thinked this sucked but I love Baby Bella stories lol there always so cute! Should I continue with it? Tell me!!!!!!! =P