A/N: Here's chapter one. I've decided to continue this story because of the reviews I've got, even though it's just a few. Thanks guys, I hope my story will do the movie (and Twilight) justice. I won't update as often...I think, 'coz I'll be putting Bella Montana first, but hey, at least I'll update right? Well, here's the first chapter.
Chapter One
Bella stomped away from the window and began banging things around, trying to ease her anger. Nobody would notice though, since the party was so loud. Her ayah was already asleep in the next room, Bella ordered her to sleep seeing that she had a long day. She wouldn't hear her either. Bella picked up an ivory elephant, a present from her mother on her fifth birthday, and threw it on the ground. She watched in fascination as the trunk broke.
Picking it up gingerly, she clutched the small figurine in her hands. It was the only thing that her mother gave her that she loved. Her mother always gifts her dresses and jewelry, but Bella never liked those. She much preferred the toys that the other children played with, but her mother said that a young lady her age should never play. She should concentrate in her lessons and try to make herself look presentable to guests. Bella snorted at that. Guests, she never liked them.
Hearing some footsteps approaching, Bella hid under the bed. She was supposed to be in the study, practicing her letters and she did not want her parents to see her dilly dallying. Soon enough, their joyous laughter echoed around the room and into her ears.
"Oh, Charles, you didn't have to come. I just came to fetch my fan," Bella's mother, Mrs. Swan, said, her shoes clanking loudly on the wood.
"But I wanted to, dear," Mrs. Swan's husband and Bella's father, Charles, replied. He pecked Mrs. Swan on the cheek and offered her his arm, and together, they strolled back down to the party.
Bella's parents were clearly in love, and Bella's heart ached to see that. They loved each other, but they never loved her. She came when her parents were young, too young to have a child. They were already married, of course, but their minds were still full of parties and entertainment. They weren't ready for a child. It wasn't their fault that they neglected Bella, and she knew that. She just wished she has someone to love her unconditionally, and someone for her to love in return.
"How foolish that someone would care to love plain old me!" she cried from under the bed. She played with the ivory elephant in her hands, "I'm just a twelve year old girl, with no brains or beauty. No wonder I've got no friends." She banged a fist to the floor, and suddenly, the room shook.
"Oh no, what have I done?"
The room shook and cries were heard from the party. Bella cradled her head under her arms and curled up into a ball. Chunks of the ceiling dropped unto the floor, and the lamp fell down, starting a fire. Under the bed, Bella whimpered in fear. She was afraid for her parents; she wanted to know if they're safe.
Time passed, hours – days maybe – and Bella was still under the bed. She was asleep when help found her. They thought she was unconscious, but thankfully, she wasn't. She came out of the earthquake with not injuries other than a bruised spirit. Her parents had died. She had nowhere else to go.
She did not cry when she found out. Instead, she sat in a corner and drew. She drew a couple's face. One looked similarly like her father, while the other looked like her mother. It was her way of showing sadness, drawing. People would say that it's a talent but Bella would say it's a curse. She would give anything to learn how to cry.
A/N: I know it's short, but I did warn everyone. So, do you like? Yes? No?
Review!
=]