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Flamers are only pyro's without lighters.
"Isabella! Pay attention! These very nice people are potential parents for you, so be polite!" Mrs. Carroll, a lady of around 70, but with the attitude of a 30 year old, harshly whispered in my ear.
I slowly nod my head in response, making quick eye contact with my possible parents. They seemed nice enough both with huge blue eyes. They seem like the kind of people that are so nice, and perfect, that they have no personalities. However, I'd rather have that, then anyone of my past parents though.
"Goodness I don't even know what's going through that child's head half the time. Nonetheless, she is an ideal child, never in my years has she made a fuss, nor has she ever disobeyed any rules. So? Are you sold?" God Mrs. Carroll treats us like packages ready to be shipped. I suppose in a way we are though, I mean she does give us each a number when we are first sent to her oh so lovely Goodness Orphanage. Yeah she named it Goodness Orphanage. Who does that? My lips twitch in a smile as I remember the first time walking in this Orphanage, and she handed me a dog tag with the number 431. I was pulled away from my thoughts from my possible mother speaking.
"Well she is quite beautiful, what did you say her heritage is again?" Great. They really seem to care about my well-being.
"She was born in Spain, although she only lived there for a couple weeks before moving to America, both her mother and her father are Spanish," Mrs. Carroll replied smooth and quick, just like a professional sales person. The part about my parents however distracted me from the conversation again. There was little I knew about my birth parents. Other then them being Spanish, and involved with the production of Cocaine, by secretly shipping off Coca Scrub. I was also quite aware of their deaths; a drug deal gone badly. Of course the orphanage never talks about it in front of me, they think that I don't know. But I know a bit to much about the drug, since they use to think it was important to have that family bonding- My thoughts were again cut off, this time by myself, since I was feeling a bit too nostalgic for that bonding, but I snapped the rubber band on my wrist and tuned in on the conversation.
"Bella has had straight A's and a few B's, so I think she would fit in very well in the private school your children are attending," Mrs. Carroll said still attempting to sell them on my achievements, to keep up their family's good reputation. Ha, I guess she'll leave out the little drug thing then. I hold in a tiny giggle. Mrs. Carroll notices my fidgeting and gives me a hard glare. I reply with an over the top innocent grin. She then just returns to the conversation probably going to yell at me when this family falls through. Blaming it all on me, whatever, I'm use to being the scapegoat.
"I believe Peter and I need to discuss this privately before we say anything," Possible mommy, Charlotte explains as Mrs. Carroll pushes me out of the room.
"Of Course! Of course, we'll be down the hall in the kitchen, just come in when you've decided," Mrs. Carroll happily replies as she closes the door. Right as the wooden door is shut, Mrs. Carroll gives me a we-are-talking-about-this-right-now look, so I motion for her to lead the way, as I leisurely follow. She turns quickly into the kitchen snatching my arm along with her.
"Isabella Marie Swan what the hell was that!" She spits in my face. I dramatically wipe off the saliva, and roll my eyes.
"They don't want me I know it, and at least I didn't say anything this time," I attempted to reason with her.
"The hell you know what they want, Isabella! They want a pretty girl who's smart, culturally, and will make their family look charitable; you're the perfect person. Hopefully they will overlook the obvious attitude problem," she whispers the last part as she paces the kitchen tile. I giggle to myself thinking of my witty response about her own 'obvious attitude problem'. But, I decide not to share with her, I can tell she really want's me out of here. I guess that makes two of us. We have started to get along, but we still get on each others nerves constantly. According to some shrink It seems I'm never able to totally open up to people, and have a problem with trust. But, I don't see how it's a problem.
"You know if they don't take me you could just drop me off in the park and say I ran away," hopping on the green ceramic kitchen counters, leaning my head against the wooden cabinets. She just gives me her favourite glare.
"Hey, just tossing out ideas," I mumble, and tap my tiring converse shoes together. A silent bubble falls around us for what feels like hours, as she paces, and I tap my shoes. Suddenly, we hear footsteps in the hallway, Mrs. Carroll quickly pushes me of the counter, I guess making me look more presentable, but with my two left feet I fall to the ground, and when the Hales come in the room, I'm brushing off my jeans and glaring at Mrs. Carroll.
"We have made our decision," Charlotte says with authority, god she seems like such a stickler. Peter looks at me with a five star smile.
"Welcome to the family Isabella," He announces, awkwardly patting me on the back. I make no sudden movements, I'm utterly shocked, I glance at Mrs. Carroll and apparently even after her speech, she's just as stunned as I am. I stare up at the man with his dirty blonde hair slightly covering his eyes, then at the woman, with her perfectly pulled skin, and platinum blonde hair that's just past her shoulders. This is, umm, new?
BREAK
"Isabella get your ass down here they will be here any minute to pick you up!" Mrs. Carroll yells to me from the stairs. I quickly pull bags over my shoulders and rush out of the room. I stop at the mirror in the hallway and survey myself. My slightly curly hair is everywhere; I attempt to calm it, pulling it into a bun. I then get caught in my eyes; the teaspoons of separate brown tones swim in circles, challenging me to look away. It's hard to believe with everything I've been through; I'm finally going to a real home. I've been in Goodness Orphanage since I was ten. So, for four years of my life I've had no home. Before that I was never really in a home either. But, at least I sort of had parents. In the past year, Mrs. Carroll became some what of a grandma or maybe a crazy aunt, who swears a lot. She still made me follow the rules, but we both became at least a little better towards each other, we still never got totally along, probably cause of my supposed issues. But, I helped clean and do the bigger jobs around the house. I use to try and help with the little kids, but I'm just not good at the whole mother thing.
"Isabella! They're pulling up! Get down here this instant!" I sigh and make my way down the stairs. Just as I reach the bottom, the giant cherry wooden doors open, and both Charlotte and Peter Hale waltz in. I put on a smile, trying to be more enthusiastic.
"Hello Isabella! Are you ready to leave?" Peter asks, I nod my head, and begin walking out. Mrs. Carroll quickly pulls me into a hug, and kisses my cheek.
"It's really been a joy having you honey, come visit, this place won't be the same without you," Wow, I've never seen her so sweet, I pull her into another hug.
"You bet your ass this place won't be the same, no one to do your laundry," I jokingly whispered in her ear, she pulls away and laughs. I meet the Hales by their nice Lexis, waving to Mrs. Carroll, who's standing in the doorway with a kid attached to her leg. I turn to the shiny car and climb in. Peter drives out of the cobblestoned driveway, and away from the yellow house I've known for the past four years.
Once we were on the highway I began my typical car-ride-zone-out only to be pulled away by Charlotte's voice.
"Now Isabella we understand that this will be a change from your usually living, but we have some things you must learn and keep up with," She states turning back just in time to see my head nod, but she must have seen the bewildered look on my face also so she continued.
"Nothing big, it's just the Hales are a very prominent family of Seattle, and we would like to keep it that way," I nod again, but she doesn't turn around to check.
"You may already know we have two other children, Jasper and Rosalie. Jasper is about your age, also a freshman in high school, and Rosalie is a junior. They will be able to tell you and help you with the reputation part, Rosalie's fantastic at it, however Jasper still needs some work." She rambles on worriedly, but it seems she's more worried about her reputation then her actual children.
"Mrs. Carroll seemed very confident in your good behavior. We will not tolerant any rudeness, drinking, drug use, of smoking in public. If that becomes a problem, well you will definitely be punished, if it becomes a prominent problem, then we have no choice but to send you back," She continued to ramble, but after the drug part I stiffened, It's not like I want to try any of that stuff again. I mean I've been totally clean for a year now. Only a couple slip ups before that anyway. I thought I was doing well, I mean it wasn't exactly my choice in the beginning, who gives an eight year old cocaine. I felt the fear again, the fear and anger I've suppressed for years. I realized Charlotte stopped talking, thinking it would be rude if I didn't say anything this whole trip I asked the question that's been on the tip of my tongue sense the announced their decision.
" Why did you adopt me?" It was simple, but after the multitude of families that didn't adopt me, it must have been more complicated.
"Well honey, you see my acquaintance Mary Sawls recently adopted a young Scottish terrier from the pound, and it's been the buzz of town. I figured I needed to step her up, and you seemed perfect. We really are happy you are apart of this family," So I'm a fashion statement, wow, this has got to be the shallowest family I've ever known. Who adopts a kid cause their friend got a dog? And I thought my other family was dysfunctional. I then decided not to ask any more questions, mostly because I was afraid of the possible answer. But, I really hope those kids aren't like their parents, cause I might just have to shoot up in order to be sent back. I giggled at myself, but I knew I wouldn't I do want to stay clean. I really really do.