"Why are we going to Phoenix, Arizona Mommy?" The little 10 year old girl asked, her cheeks were pink with the little child's worry.

" Bella I need you to understand mommy has to go to a certain doctor there. And while I'm there you and I are going to be staying at your Auntie's house. Trust me you'll love her and her 2 daughters, they're about your age. I bet you three will get along, great." The girl's mother smiled lovingly down at the little girl. " And remember Bella no matter what happens I will always be there with you I lo- ."

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! Came a distance sound blocking out my mother's words.

I slowly woke up hearing the annoying alarm clock right next to me sound as if a fire truck was passing right by my bed. I slammed my fist into the clock making it shut up for good. I wished deeply that it would shut up for good. As I stood up in bed I noticed a glistening drop on my cheek. I quickly wiped it off and sighed. How many times have I had that same dream, how many times have I heard the same words that my mother had once told me so long ago? Still that memory managed to bring tears to my eyes. I stood there remembering what had happened from the moment my mother and I arrived in Phoenix. I remembered how at first everything seemed to be going well, better than well, mom was getting better from her cancer. Just when I thought that everything was going to turn out all right, things became a living hell. All day, everyday.

A month after our arrival in Phoenix my mom passed away. I could still hear the last words she spoke to me...

"I love you my sweet little girl always have, always will, no matter where I am." When she spoke those last words her face was a ghostly shade of white, almost the color of milk, make her lips look on fire. The pink contrast with her skin was frightening. I remembered her like that. She had looked so fragile, like one word would break her. Her voice, once beautiful and musical, was hoarse and scratchy. Who would have thought that after my mom's death my life couldn't possibly get any worse? Well funny how things work out perfectly for everyone involved. Note the heavy sarcasm.

I wiped off the tears that were now streaming down my face freely. NO. I mentally told myself. No more tears Bella, you've been shedding them all your life. You've lost too many of them. You have to be strong. For yourself. For mom.

I jumped off my bed, trying to remember happy memories with my mom, and headed into the bathroom. As I got ready for school my dream started creeping back into my thoughts like a spider creeping up to it's tangled pray. I shivered, but not because I was cold. It was the memories that clouded my mind that made the pain snaked up my spine and tingled, cold and deadly, all over my body. The memories of my mother's death, and the weeks that followed, flouded my mind, and tugged at my heart.

Two weeks after moms death I was put in custody of my "Aunt" Victoria and her two bratty daughters Lauren and Jessica. It was in my mom's will. How could I resist them when it was in my mother's will?

From that moment on my life took a ,very clear, even turn for the worst. Apparently the nice act Victoria had on for my mother, while she was alive, quickly disappeared right after I was officially in her care, and under her roof.

Just a couple days had passed by when all of a sudden I found myself sleeping in the maid quarters, doing a bunch of chores, and bawling my eyes out. And this is how my life has been ever since that year.

I flashed back into the present, "Yep life has been exactly the same way since then." I told myself. I now was 17 years old, and a junior at Sun Valley High. Step daughter to Victoria Lefevre, step sister to Jessica and Lauren Stanley. Oh, and I never forget to mention I am also their servant. Yey.

"My life can't get worse than this." I told myself as I finished putting my hair up in a loose pony tail.

Just then a loud buzzing noise came from behind me and was quickly replaced by the nasal, annoying, girly voice of Victoria. It startled me, and made me accidentely pull my hairband out of my hair. I hissed at the pain.

"ISBELLA MARIE SWAN! WHERE THE HELL IS MY TEA AND BISCUITS!? GET YOUR ASS UP HERE NOW! I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BE WASTING MY BREATHE ON YOU TODAY! YOUR NOT WORTH IT! NOW HURRY UP!"

I jumped at the tone of her voice and quickly ran to the intercom and pressed the button that would allow me to talk back to her, momentarily forgetting about my hair. "On my way Victoria."

"WELL WHILE YOUR 'ON YOUR WAY' PICK UP THE GOD DAMN PASTE WHY DON'T YOU!?" She screeched than turned of the intercom. One day she was going to make me deaf.

Gawd something must have either really pissed her off, or she was on her period, either way I could already tell this wasn't going to be a good day.(Like any day was?)

I looked at the mirror to make sure I looked, well, okay, at least. I wasn't the type of girl who really cared about what she wore, I mean, why bother no one really ever noticed me at school and if they did it was just to make fun of me for being a "poor loser". Truth was they were right about the poor part at least. Here I was stuck in a high society rich ass place where I didn't belong nor did I fit in, or want to. One of the many, and main reasons I hated school and couldn't wait to get out of it.

I prayed that New York school of arts would accept me. So I could get the hell out of here and start chasing my dreams of becoming a professional dancer.

At least that's what I was hoping for.

When I finished fixing up my hair just a bit and fidgeting with my shirt so it looked just right, I rushed out of my room and into the devils' glooming house. Just by looking at it I could tell it wasn't going to be my day at all. (When was it ever?) "Well lets get this nightmare over with." I whispered to myself as I turned the knob to enter the house.

One thing was for sure, I really missed my mom.

It was becoming hard to keep from snapping back at Victoria...... I'd felt her reaction to it before. She had slapped me.. And mom would have never done that to me. Hopefully, things were going to change.

Hopefully, soon.

A/N

so yeah this is my first time EVER writing a story on fanfiction. I would really like to know what you guys thought of my story and what i could do to make the story better.Anything you put in your reviews will help me more.
I just wanted to say a big thanks to my friends Jessica, Laura, Florencia, and Chey for giving me the boast and courage to publish the story. =]

Even bigger thanks my awesome friend Jessica Marie Cullen for editing and revising my story! I owe you!
so yeah check her story Memories out! trust me it rocks!

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~Ruwilling2catchme