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Chapter One: The Interview (Bella's POV)
It's been ten years since I was sent to this orphanage in Seattle. Ten years and I still haven't been adopted, and I honestly have given up hope on that ever happening. The fact is that fifteen year olds usually scare away people looking to adopt. But Lucy, the social worker at the orphanage, still insisted I do these pointless interviews. "Bella, come on hun, they're waiting." Lucy said, interrupting my thoughts, as she walked into my room.
"Luc, we both know that this is pointless. Cant you just say that I came down with a sudden case of the stomach flu?" I said looking up from my tattered copy of Wuthering Heights that I had been trying to read. Lucy sighed and shook her head causing some of her blond curls to fall out of the hair clip that held it back.
"No, I won't. Plus I think this one might end up going great. This family has adopted five teenagers already, so that should give you hope." She grabbed my hand, making me get up, and walked me down the stairs to the interview room. She stopped when we got in front of the door to wish me luck before she sent me in to meet the couple looking to adopt.
I sat down in the worn down arm chair that was placed in front of a couch and saw two people. From the looks of it, they were both in their late twenties. The women had long, caramel colored hair, hazel eyes, and a petite figure. While her husband had short, blond hair, accompanied by the purest blue eyes and he had a slender build. "Hello, I'm Carlisle, and this is my wife Esme." The man said in a British accent.
"Hi, I'm Bella, well Isabella really, but yeah," I shut my mouth quickly before I could babble anymore. Esme and Carlisle both smiled at me and then the questioning began.
"How long have you been in here?" Esme asked in a kind tone.
"It'll be my tenth year next Monday." I said, looking down at my converse. This was the question that had everyone instantly running. They all figured that if a kid has been in an orphanage for as long as I had they must be a hellion of some sort. No one really sees past that.
"Wow, that's quite some time to be in an orphanage." Carlisle said and I nodded. "Is there any particular reason for that?" I looked away from my shoes and into his eyes.
"Not that I know of. I mean after I turned thirteen I kind of gave up hope since all the wanna-be parents seemed to avoid me and I've always been the quiet one of the house. So unless that's a major reason, then no, there isn't a reason."
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie." Esme said with an understanding look. "That's why we try to adopt teenagers. They always seem to be the ones who don't believe that they could be adopted, but we prefer having teenagers in our house." Carlisle nodded in agreement.
"You guys are one of the few who do," I said smiling a bit. "Where do you live?"
"Just a couple of hours away from here in a town called Forks." I gasped and held back tears that threatened to fall as memories came flowing back to me. Five years of my life was spent in the small town of Forks, before my parents died. Memories of the accident were starting to come back to me when Carlisle unknowingly rescued me from the horror. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yes," I closed my eyes, ridding of the tears that were still there. I opened them back up to see a concerned looking Esme and a confused Carlisle. "Before I came here, that's where I lived." I explained. They both looked at each other and nodded.
"I can tell that's a sensitive topic for you still, so let's move on." Carlisle said with a slight smile causing me to smile too. I mouthed thanks as he continued. These folks were very understanding and kind, I could picture living with them easily. "Can you tell us more about yourself? All we know is the basic facts from this paper," he raised the sheet that told them little about me. Another thing that sometimes warded of the wanna-be parents.
"Sure, what do you want to know?" I asked.
"What are your hobbies?" Esme asked, sounding truly curious.
"Well, I absolutely love to read, I occasionally write stories, um… I like to do photography when I can, and I've always been hooked on every type of music." I said, searching my mind to think of anything I had forgotten. I don't think I did.
"What would you like to try and do if you could?" This time it was Carlisle who asked. Now I had to think harder. I've always wanted to play an instrument, but there were several that sounded interesting. I decided to pick the one that interested me the most.
"I guess I would want to learn how to play the piano." This caused both Carlisle and Esme to smile widely. I wondered why they would be so happy about me wanting to know how to play the piano.
"That's wonderful!" Esme said still smiling. "One of our sons is an amazing pianist, and I think would be willing to teach you." If you decide to adopt me that is, I thought to myself. Just then Lucy walked into the room with a hopeful smile on her face.
"Bella, if you don't mind I need to talk to Mr. & Mrs. Cullen now." She said, holding the door open for me. As I got up, so did Carlisle and Esme. Carlisle reached out and shook my hand, but what Esme did surprised me the most. When she walked up to me she gave me a motherly hug and whispered in my ear, "We'll be talking to you soon, sweetie." This caused me to smile the biggest smile. Did this mean they were going to adopt me?! I seriously hoped so. They were the nicest people I had ever met.
"It was nice meeting you guys," I said as I headed to the door.
"Same for us, you're a wonderful girl, Bella." Carlisle said as he grabbed Esme's hand. I walked back up to my room and sat down on my bed. Could Carlisle and Esme really want to adopt me?