Alright you guys. New story.

Twilight

Pairing: Jasper/Bella

Genre: Romance/drama

Rating: M

Summary: How did the school's blunt, sarcastic, rude, antisocial, mean loner end up going out with the school's golden boy? Here's their story.

Chapter 1

Bella

I remember that day so vividly. Like it had only happened yesterday.

That Sunday, my parents had decided we were to have a picnic in the park. Me, being the tender age of six, had wholeheartedly agreed. So we made sandwiches and left. I remember the hot phoenix sun glaring down at me, the heat quickly making me sweat despite the fact that I was in tank and shorts.

But I hadn't cared. My biggest concern at this point, was that we had forgotten dessert. We had stayed the whole day at the park. We finally left when the sun was setting. Daddy had been in the middle of a joke when he stopped abruptly, my mother bumping into his back.

"Charlie,"

She had whined, then she, too, had stopped. I looked around, searching for whatever it was that my parents had seen. Then I saw it. It was a man, beating on a figure on the ground. I guess the cop in Charlie had flared and he stepped forward.

"Hey!"

He had called out. The man looked up at us, and pulled something out of his pants. My mom had gasped and pulled me closer to her.

I knew what that shiny object was! Daddy had one just like it. That man was a cop, so why was mommy scared?

The man raised his hand. His hands trembled.

BANG! BANG!

Her hand went slack in mine and she clumped to the ground, as did my dad. The man then took off running.

I had turned around and crawled to my mom.

Why were they sleeping?

I had shaken my mom, but stopped when my small hands came across something wet, warm. I gasped when I realized it was blood. I kissed the spot where the blood was coming from, then did the same to my dad.

I kissed it, so why wasn't the booboo getting better?

I put my hands to my face. I was all sticky with blood. I sobbed because my parents had an owwie I couldn't fix.

That was how the police found me. Crumpled on the ground, caked with blood and dirt.

Staring at my dead parents.

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They had taken me in for questioning. They asked me to describe the man. But I wouldn't speak. I couldn't. It hurt too much.

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They sent me to Aunt Victoria. Aunt Victoria was a free spirited artist, always speaking her mind. She was the one who raised me. She was the one who gave me my spunk. I loved my aunt Vickie, but even she couldn't fix the gaping hole in my heart. I still missed my parens deeply. Deep down, I knew I couldn't be happy again. I had come to face the facts. I was broken, and I was okay with that, so long as I wasn't in the pain I was used to being in.

This is where my story begins.

Alrighty guys. This is the story I was talking about. Of course, I wont finish this one until I finish the other 2.

BUT REVIEW. Lemme know if this story is worth finishing.

-Katherine