Disclaimer: If I owned twilight, I would live in a huge house with a pool. I don't live in a huge house with a pool, so clearly I don't own twilight.

A/N-- R&R? Pweeease! You get virtual cookies if you do =D Anyway this chapter is from Bellas POV, as she too goes to her new foster home.

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BELLA

"Why does she get to sit up front?!" The small boy wined from where he sat behind Esme's seat in the car. Sitting behind me was a surly, grumpy looking boy of about seventeen, with big purple rings beneath his eyes.

"Seth! Quiet!" Esme shouted at the boy. So this was Seth. Esme had told me about him and his two foster brothers last time we met. She said it would be nice to have another girl in the house.

"Esme, Jasper said he'd deck me again while you were getting that girl!" Seth wined again.

"Seth! Quiet! Jasper is this true?" Esme asked, fastening her safety belt and turning around. The boy, Jasper I supposed, rolled his eyes.

"No," he mumbled.

"Seth, this is Bella, not 'that girl'," Esme scolded him. He pouted. When she turned around, Seth stuck his tongue out at me and narrowed his eyes. I returned the gesture.

"Bella, this is Seth, he's eight," Esme said, whilst leaving the parking space. "This is Jasper, he's seventeen, but he'll be in your class at school because he was held back a year." Jasper narrowed his eyes at the back of Esme's head, and then caught me looking and turned to the floor, muttering something under his breath. "Boys, this is Bella, she's sixteen. I want you to be nice and welcome to her, and remember what it feels like coming to a new home."

"Esme, Jasper is glaring at me!" Seth whimpered.

"Boys! Stop that! Now!" Esme glanced in her mirror to look at the boys. "Jasper only came along with us today because he's grounded," Esme told me. I nodded. Esme didn't tell me why, and I didn't ask.

I'm used to foster kids now. I'm one myself, but I come with minimal problems. My mom died when I was ten, of cancer. I never had a father. He left mom when she found out she was pregnant with me. Therefore, I have no idea who my paternal grandparents are. My moms dad is dead, and my moms mom has dimensia and lives in a home. My mom is an only child, so there were no aunties or uncles to look after me. I'm an only child too. When my mom was diagnosed with cancer and had to go for chemo, I went to live with my first foster family who were only temporary. When she died, almost a year later, I went to live with a new foster family. I stayed there for two years, and the family were considering adopting me, when my foster mom died in a car accident. Once more, the person I loved had died. I went to a new foster family after that, I lived with an older couple who were very strict and made me wear stupid clothes and do homework all day. I was too shy to ask to leave there, but the social workers said I had changed since living with them, and at a review I asked to be moved. I lived there for a year. For the past three years, I lived with a young family who thought they couldn't have children. I had a little foster brother there, the same age as Seth, but he was nicer. I was happy there, but then my foster dad got this job in Australia, and my foster mom found out she was pregnant after all. So we were shipped away, sent to different foster homes.

Two weeks ago, Esme recieved a phone call and came down to my old foster home to visit me. She told me all about how her husband had left her two years ago, and about Emmett, the oldest, of eighteen, who she had fostered for three years and had now adopted, and had been on her side throughout Esme's break up, when social services wanted to take him away and he said that he wouldn't leave, because his 'mom' didn't deserve to have everything taken away. She told me about Seth, who she had fostered for one and a half years, and about Jasper, who she had for only four months, and who didn't open up. She told me a bit about him. He had been abused, and no one else had wanted him, because of his behaviour problems, and the fact that he never, ever spoke. But Esme, who was good with any child, took him. He spoke now, rarely, but he spoke. But he was still extremely withdrawn. Esme also told me about the four other children she had fostered since her break up. There had been Cali, a sixteen year old who seemed to hate everything, and ran away four times in the space of three months. Esme had been unable to cope, so Emmett insisted Cali left. There had been George, a lovely boy who had only been staying with Esme for sixth months while his normal foster parents had a baby. There had been Chloe, a girl of seventeen who was violent when she arrived, but much better when she turned eighteen and left for collage. And there had been Sophie, a self harmer who attempted suicide twice under Esme's roof. Esme helped Sophie an unbelievable amount, and by the time she left, aged sixteen, to live with her birth mother again, a month before Jasper arrived, she no longer self harmed, and she was much happier. But there was still Jasper to cure...and things didn't look good.

"Esme are we there yet?" Seth asked.

"Seth! We are obviously not there! You know its a four hour drive!" Esme was beginning to get cross I could tell. "Go to sleep Seth! You too Bella, its a long drive."

"Ok," I nod, my voice hoarse from lack of use.

"Could you tell us a bit about you first Bella?" Esme asked. I had told her a bit about myself at our last meeting.

"Um...I like to swim. My mom died of cancer when I was ten...but I expect you already know that."

"Just because I've heard about it doesn't mean I know anything about it," Esme glanced at me. What did she mean? "What was that like for you? Were you close to your mom?"

"Yes," I nodded, "she was my mom and my dad really. She taught me to play baseball, and took me swimming, as well as doing my hair and buying me pretty clothes."

"You never had a father did you?" Esme asked.

"No. He left. He never wanted a kid. Never wanted me."

"Well he was pretty damn stupid then wasn't he?"

I smiled half heartedly at Esme. She smiled warmly back.

"How about we stop at a service station in a couple hours?" Esme asked, flicking her eyes to my face. I nodded. "Jasper are you good with that?" Jasper nodded too. "Seth? Seth?" Esme glanced in her mirror again. Seth was fast asleep. Already.