Okay, this is my first fan fic, so it most likely sucks.

Bella POV

No. I can't believe it. "A-are you s-sure?" I managed to croak out.

"Yes, Isabella. I'm sorry. Please go pack your valuables." said the sheriff who just mixed up my life beyond comprehension. I can't believe it. While my parents were on their second honeymoon, they were killed by some kind of animal. I have no idea where I'm going. My grandparents on both sides are long deceased, and both parents are only children. My parents don't have any close friends, just mere acquaintances, none of which preferred me. I just simply walked up to my room and packed my favorite clothes, savings of $300, and Austen books.

When I returned, the sheriff said, "Alright, now, Isabella,"

"Bella," I corrected him in a whisper, a knee-jerk reaction. "Oops, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"That's quite alright, Bella." he assured me. "If you would just follow me out to the car, I'll take you to where you'll be staying for the night." I did as he said, and stepped into the police cruiser. We drove for about an hour, until we reached the Port Angeles Orphanage. I silently felt a tear fall down my cheek. I followed him out of the car, carrying my simple black tote bag that held my only possessions.

"Chief Crane, how may I help you today?" a plump woman with curly red hair and forest green eyes asked. She was fluttering her lashes. She had a thing for him. Ew.

Chief Crane answered her. "Well, Shelly, while on a second honeymoon with his wife, my co-worker, Charlie Swan, and his wife were killed by some kind of animal….." I tuned him out. Hearing it again just made it all the more real. It didn't work. "…….resulting in leaving their only daughter, Bella, without relatives. And so I brought her here."

The woman, Shelly, I think, scrutinized me disapprovingly. I really don't care. Is my fault that my parents were killed and I don't have any family? I think not. "Well, um…….." She began.

"Bella." I supplied.

She began again. "Well, Bella, we have to ask a few questions before you can be admitted here." Wonderful, she made it sound as if I was in a mental asylum or something weird like that. "So, we need to know your full name, father's name, mother's name, age, and date of birth. You will also need to complete a characteristics sheet. Okay?"

I nodded my head and began. "My name is Isabella Marie Swan. My mother was Renee Swan. My father was Charlie Swan. I am 12 years old. I was born on September 13th." As I finished, she handed me a sheet. She left the room and told me to fill it out. I snorted. This idiot didn't even give me a pencil. I dug around in my pocket and found the pencil. My drawing pencil. I am sure as hell not using this pencil on that sheet. I checked the other pocket and found a pen. This will have to work, I guess. I thought to myself.

I glanced at my sheet. It said eye color. I wrote down brown and moved to the next one. Hair color. Again, I wrote down brown. Please circle the square closest to your skin tone. I compared my skin to the colors. Mine was the palest one on the sheet. Gender. I wrote down female. Full name. Didn't we already do this? Sighing, I wrote down Isabella Marie Swan. I finished the sheet with my signature. I then dug out my Austen books and found my favorite that doubled as a sketch pad. With my pencil, I began to draw an angel. He had a firm jaw, beautiful smile, and warm eyes. As I started the hair, Ms. Shelly came in looking happy and flushed. She glanced at me and her expression changed. She glared with cold eyes.

"Get up off your lazy butt and give me that sheet." I silently obeyed. After handing it to her, I put my stuff into my bag. "Come on, now, Bella." She sneered my name and grabbed my wrist with unnecessary roughness. "This is your room." She shoved me into a large room with 4 other girls, but not before pinching me so hard I bled.

All of the girls looked to be about my age, give or take a few years. A girl with long brown hair looked at me. "Hello, I'm Angela."

I looked down and muttered quietly, "Bella."

She smiled at me. "This is Jessica, Lauren, and Leah." she said, indicating to a short girl with frizzy black urls, a girl with blonde hair like corn-silk, and a girl with russet colored skin and very short hair.

The girl named Leah looked at me and said, "Welcome to hell." I shivered and looked down again.