Author's Note-There's nothing to talk about...

This starts on June 20. Then, it progresses through the year. Anthony was born the same day as his father was born, only 106 years later. )

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters (except Anthony and a few others).


Chapter 3

Foster Homes Are Hell

1 year later

Anthony's POV

The really nice doctor, Dr. Carlisle Cullen (Which I found still hard to believe that he has the same last name as me) told me that I needed to go to a foster home while Grandma Renee and Grandpa Phil were in a coma. And Grandpa Charlie couldn't take care of me because he was sick. Mom and Dad left me six years ago when I was two weeks old. What kind of family do I have?

And it's my sixth birthday today.

It's been one year since I was taken to a foster home, and I still haven't gotten any family member to want me. I've been to more foster homes in this one year alone than a typical kid goes to movies in a year.

"Anthony! Get over here! Your going to another foster home!" called Mrs. I'm-Sweet-To-Company-But-Evil-Behind-Your-Back. I hated her, and I had been living with her for only two weeks. Long time, right? It was with an evil woman taking care of you.

I lugged my luggage downstairs. Mrs. Luncer, (A/N-No offense to anybody who has that name) the b-- who I was talking about before, was gushing on about her awsomeness to a not too bad looking man who desperately looked like he wanted to escape. I didn't blame him. All her words were bold-faced lies. She was jeaalous of me for being smarter than her son, Tom. Now that I think about it, why is a six-year-old smarter than a ten-year-old bully?

-Flashback-

I was in my room at the Luncer house. It was boring white, with no color. The brightest things in the room were my bright emerald eyes that I loved, along with my touseled bronze hair.

Tom came charging in, knocking over books and furniture. I jumped up and cried out, "What do you think you're doing in my room?"

He sneered, "This isn't your room. It's my mom's room, which she has so generously given to you. You're just a little boy who nobody wants and nobody likes. Your own parents didn't even want you, you little baby! And you always carry around your dolls like a little girl!"

By then, I was furious. Nobody talked about my parents like that. And nobody said that my parents don't want me, because deep down inside, I knew they loved me. My blood was pounding in my ears and I could feel the heat rush out of my face, instead of into it. Tom gasped and screamed, and his parents came running into my room. Tom was pointing at my eyes, which I knew had turned red again, like they did every time I was mad enough. I never understood why I changed so much whenever I was in a rage.

"Help! I swear he turned into a vampire and tried to bite me! Help!" Tom screamed. Even if I was a vampire, I would never drink Tom's blood. And the chances of me being a vampire were highly unlikely. (A/N-He didn't know about his heritage yet.)

Mister and Misses Luncer didn't believe their son, of course, but they didn't want to take care of me anymore due to the fact that their ten-year-old son was afraid of a mere six-year-old almost-orphan.

"That is it, Mister Cullen. You are to go to another foster home. Unless you would like to move to the garage and live there without seeing our faces anymore. I maid will bring your food out for you. Which do you prefer?" Mr. Luncer snarled at me, like it was my fault their son was mad.

I smiled innocently at him. "I'd take the first offer."

"Then go pack your bags while the maid makes my husband some coffee. Be ready by the time he is departing from work," Mrs. Luncer leered unpleasantly. I grinned crookedly at her, some of my dreams fufilled.

-End of Flashback-

Now, here I sat, waiting for the man to tell me where my new foster home was going to be. I was thrilled to be leaving this foster home. Mrs. Luncer was always squealing on and on about Tom. She seemed so nice to the people who were over only for company, but was a witch once the last person left the house. And not a witch to her family. A witch to the unfortunate foster kid living with her at the time, which happened to be me for the last two weeks. Mr. Luncer cared only about money, his family, and how high he was on the social ladder. Tom Luncer was a bully aand loved to beat up the children in this neighborhood, excluding me now since I scared him with my eyes. YES!

"Anthony, you'll be going to live with your grandfather Charlie in Forks, Washington," the desperate man (his name tag said Mr. Chenley) told me.

I acted surprised, and I was. "I thought he was too sick to take care of me?"

Mr. Chenley actually smiled, and Mrs. Luncer glared daggers at me. Hmmm...it might be a little surprise for Mr. Luncer once he finds out he has competition...I crookedly smiled, still in my thoughts. "Your grandfather is feeling better now, and the cancer has gone away for good. Who knows, you might be lucky. Your mother met your father in Forks, then ran off with him after our senior year of high school."

"Wait," I said, making sure I heard correctly. "You knew them?"

Mr. Chenley laughed. "Oh course I knew them! Your mother and father were in a couple of my classes in Forks High School. I'll tell you more about them later."


In the car, I practically screamed, "Is it later yet?"

Mr. Chenley laughed again, then started to tell me about the parents I never knew. "I'm Ben Chenley, one of your parents' friends. Your father Edward Cullen was a bit anti-social, and so was his family. They didn't talk to anyone besides your mother Bella Swan. Bella was best friends with my wife. But Bella spent more time with Edward than with anyone else. A romance was blooming."

His face was thoughtful and slightly sad. "Then, in September, Edward suddenly told Bella that he didn't love her anymore. He and his family moved away and never made contact. Bella was devastated, and turned into a shell of the girl she used to be. She was a zombie. Angela (my wife) and I and a lot of other people hated Edward Cullen for what he did to sweet Bella. Then, after seven months (with Bella looking a bit better), Bella ran off to California (A/N-really Italy) and returned with Edward. They were a couple again. (Quite ironically, how quick Bella forgave Edward.)" Ben stared out the window for a long time. I began rubbing my gold locket necklace.

"Most of the senior year passed, but Edward returned in time for his finals. (He aced them, of course.) Bella and Edward loved each other very much, and were quite passionate. She could be dazzled speechless by him, and he was putty in her hands. They were the cutest couple, that was for sure.

"After graduation, Edward proposed to Bella. She said yes without hesitating. Their wedding was August 13, exactly one month before Bella's birthday. After the wedding, Bella got pregnant and gave birth to you nine months later. She was only nineteen. You were sent to Renee's house, and your parents were never seen again by any people in Forks, not even Charlie." I was silent, absorbing the story.

Where were my parents?


Later...

"Wake up, Anthony. You're in Forks," a soothing voice called. It sounded like Heaven after being roughly shaken awake for the past year. After all, foster homes are hell, if you know what I mean.

I looked at the small, cozy-looking house. Home sweet home.


Author's Note-Sorry it's kinda short. I was in a hurry to update this chapter, so I couldn't make it longer. Sorry again!

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