Bella Swan the night shift employee at the Pink Cabaret. She served drinks, picked up trash and waited on the "dancers" every needs. She would put on a fake smile when she got to work everyday, all for twenty dollars at most in tips a night. By the end of the week she had enough money to pay for her weeks stay at the shady hotel called Old Port which was the cheapest and grossest place to try and sleep in.

She woke up with her body aching from laying on the lumpy, murky stained mattress that sat in the middle of a sour yellow colored room that had a broken heater, a non working television and a bathroom the size of a small closet. At least their were no pests she had to worry about, at least that she knew of.

Her long hazelnut colored hair hung near her lower back, she had no shine it like the strippers at her job had. Of course it could be blamed on her lack of food consumption, which could be blamed on her lifestyle, which could eventually be blamed on her not so bright up bringing. But nevertheless Bella didn't blame it on anything, in fact she didn't feel like it was right to blame misfortunes on a single matter because it was fate working its magic.

"Guess I better get ready for work..." she exclaimed to herself. Her work clothes were hung over a green lamp that didn't work and she grabbed them on her way to the pitiful thing she called a shower. Not bothering to wait thirty minutes for the water to warm up, she squeezed the little bottles of hotel shampoo and conditioner in her hand one at a time. As she let the soap soak in she aloud the cold water to pour down upon her petite body, it did nothing but make her muscles tense up more then needed.

The shower was quick and as usual uncomfortable. Bella put her wet hair in a messy bun then slid her clothes on, not bothering to look in the mirror before she left the room. Her bike was right outside her door and she scowled every time she saw it. Her back tire had a huge hole in it, so it was considered scrap metal to most people, to her it was the only thing she could actually call her own.

Making her way to work was simple because it was just across the street from the hotel and she only had to walk there late at night, when most people were in bed asleep in the arms of those they loved.

"Hey Bells come do my makeup sweetie, i'm on in ten minutes," said the fake blonde that called herself Daisy. Bella made her way over to the giant "cabaret" type mirrors and started working on the barbie dolls makeup. After about eight minutes Bella finished up Daisy's makeup and had her on her way. "Can't forget this." Daisy giggled then added glitter to her unnatural perky tits.

"Well we should make our way out there, good luck Daze." Bella concluded her interactions with her for the rest of the night after her usual response.

The lights from the stage were almost nauseating as Bella cleaned up tables that had mixtures of alcohol spilled on it. She hated this job with a fiery passion, but she felt she had no right to complain about something so unimportant.

The girls on stage were grinding on each other in front of mostly lonely, over weight men that had drinking problems. Bella just shook her head in disbelief as to how she got to where she was at in life. A twenty- three year old with a job cleaning up after filth. She truly felt the need to leave but stayed anyways.

"Hey baby how mu-sh it cost ta git a lap dance frum ya?" She turned around to see a boy with messy ash colored hair that looked like he was barely of age to be in there.

"I'm no dancer sir." And she continued with her job and for the rest of her shift went on like that, with continuous idiots trying to talk to her.

"I'm going to head out and get a bite to eat." She told Emmett, which was the only bouncer that worked there. He was a big burly guy with curly brown hair. "Take care Bella." He smiled patting my back.

The night air was fresh and she let her hair down around her neck. The diner right down the street was open all the time so she decided to go eat there, after all she did get tipped a little more than she's used to. The bell chimed as she entered the small diner. Looking around she noticed she was the only customer there.

"Hello, sit anywhere you please." The woman screamed from the back. Bella made her way to a booth in the back then stared out the window. The bell chimed as a man entered. Bell scanned the menu then got an idea of what she wanted.

"okay sweetie, what can I get you?" The tan woman looked bored out of her mind and impatiently chewed on her gum. "Ill just have some eggs and bacon please." She handed the woman her menu. "kay." she turned around glaring, "I'll get to you in a minute."

Bella looked up to meet the gaze of a blonde haired man that towered over the waitress. Bella glanced past them and looked through the window to see that the rain had started coming down from the ash grey sky. The sky was the limit for her life, and looking at the stars she thought of the endless possibilities of her future.

She got snapped back to reality when a smooth deep voice asked her a question, "May I?" His deep blue eyes darted to the open seat in front of her. "Errrm...yeah, sure?"

He gradually sat down and acted like nothing was strange by this. "Hello i'm Isabella." She reached out her hand to shake his, for she didn't know this stranger.

He smiled with his perfectly straight, white teeth showing. She gazed strongly at how gorgeous this stranger was. He took her hand in his and kissed it. He looked up at her from under his dark lashes then introduced his self, "Awe what a beautiful name, it's nice to meet you Isabella. My name is Carlisle."

Okay so I know this chapter wasn't that interesting, but I had to get the story started and I of course had to fit in Carlisle at the end :) Anyways, Follow/Review! Pardon any errors, I'm writing this at 1 in the morning/ I'll edit it later...

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