A/N: Thank you for being patient during the long wait. The Wizard Of Oz play is over so I am back to updating regularly. Hopefully. It is Spring Break so I of course will get a little crazy with friends but I should definitely have more time. This is the longest chapter so far so I hope you like it. Please enjoy Chapter 14 after the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer nor do I own the Twilight Saga. If I did, I'd be sitting on a beach in Hawaii with my feet in the water and a hottie feeding me grapes

CHAPTER 14:

ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:

In the doorway stood a small golden puppy attached to a pink leash. She was about the size of my arm below my elbow and was as skinny as both my arms put together. She would fit perfectly in them. Her fur was wavy and she had big brown eyes. She was shaking and looking around anxiously.

"Is it mine?" I asked when I found my voice.

"Yes. I thought you might like a friend to keep you company until you go to school," Dad said.

"I really get to keep her?" I asked. It just didn't seem real.

"Of course. She was a stray that the Humane Society found three days ago. She has been quiet and well-behaved and shows no signs of aggression. I think she's perfect for you," Dad said.

"Oh thank you Daddy! Does she have a name?" I asked, praying she didn't.

"No she doesn't. I thought you might like to have a pet that you can name," he said.

"I don't know what to name her! I want to see what her personality is first. That might help me figure out a good name. I love you so much Daddy! Is there a reason for this?" I asked.

"Like I said, I thought you might want a friend, but also it's sort of an apology gift," he said.

"Well I love it! Can we go to the pet store to buy her some toys and food and whatever else she needs?" I asked.

"Yes, the only thing I bought was the leash and collar which I thought you would approve of. We can get another set if you'd like," he said.

Wow, Dad must feel really bad. I felt like I had to forgive him. If he didn't love me, he wouldn't have gotten me a dog. I decided to end my grudge.

"Dad, I realize how much you love me. I forgive you completely and I want to pretend like it never happened. Can we start over?" I said.

"Thank you for forgiving me, Sweetheart and of course we can start over. Let's put all of this behind us and focus on giving Miss Golden Retriever a good home. Why don't you take her to a quiet place and try to calm her down? She should relax before we get her back into the car and take her to the noisy pet store," Dad suggested.

"Okay," I said, taking the leash from him and leading the shaking dog to the living room. I could hear Dad telling my siblings to give me and the dog some space for a while.

I sat down on the floor and made a circle with my legs in attempt to contain the dog. She jumped out of it and tried to hide but I kept the leash short. Eventually, she chilled out and laid down in the middle of the circle and whimpered.

"Hey, it's okay. This is your new home. I'm Ella, I'll figure out your name soon," I said.

She looked up and cocked her head to the side as if she was trying to comprehend what I was saying. I stroked her wavy fur, combing it out with my fingers. Her eyes closed halfway and she gave a content sigh. I was such a good mother.

After a while, she stood up, stretched, and came closer to me. She stood up on her back legs putting her front paws on my shoulders and started licking my face. I tried to get away but her smooth tongue was just too long. I heard Dad's quiet chuckle and looked up to find him standing by the couch. His smile was brighter than the sun.

"I just came to see if you and No Name were ready to go," Dad said, raising a brow.

"Yeah, I think so. She's not shaking anymore," I said.

"You did a good job. Do you want me to take her outside to do her business?" he asked.

"No I can, as long as you clean it up," I said.

"If she does I will but I think she just has to go potty. I'll meet you in the car," he said and left the room.

I went downstairs and outside. I found a spot close to the woods and not in plain view so I'm sure it wouldn't bug Mom. No wonder Dad brought me a dog when Mom wasn't home. I thought about what to name her as she tried to find the perfect place to pee. I didn't want a regular, plain name that most dogs had. I didn't want a human name either. I wanted something special. I looked at the dog trying to get a name to come to me. She had gone potty and was now rolling around in clean snow. She was covered with it when she stood up. She was white and fluffy like an angel's wings. Then it came to me: Angel. It was perfect. Angels were beautiful and graceful, which was what the dog was. Angel shook off the snow and I began leading her Dad's car.

"Your name is Angel," I said quietly.

She looked up at me a barked once. I think she liked it.

"Ready to go?" Dad asked, standing outside the car.

"Yeah, should I sit in back with her?" I asked.

"Yes, you might have to hold her. She was scared and whiney on the way here so I doubt this time will be much better. She might be one of those dogs that doesn't like riding in the car. Maybe in time she'll be comfortable with us and feel safe in the car," Dad said.

I got in and pulled Angel into my lap. She whimpered before we even started moving. I stroked her like before and she settled down. Dad started driving and she was still fine.

"I am such a good mother," I said.

"To a dog, maybe," he teased.

"Just you wait until you have grandchildren. I'll be the parent you'll never be," I said.

"Let's not talk about that, Ella," Dad sighed.

"Worrier," I said.

"Have you named your little puppy-dog yet?" he asked, attempting to change the subject.

"Her name's Angel. I thought of it when I saw her covered in snow. White and beautiful and graceful, just like an angel," I said.

"That's perfect," he said.

The trip to PetSmart didn't take very long. Before I knew it, I was trying to persuade my shy little dog out of the car and into the store. She may be small, but she was strong.

"Dad, she's not getting out of the car," I said.

"I think she's afraid we're taking her back to the Humane Society. Just keep trying to get her to come and eventually she'll stop fighting," he said.

I didn't want to wait that long. I sighed and picked her up and started walking towards the door. She cowered into my arms and I could feel her shaking again.

"Or you could just do that," Dad said.

When we got inside I put Angel on the floor and attached the soft pink leash. She stayed right by my feet and almost tripped me as I walked. Dad grabbed a cart and we headed to the food section. Dad selected the right kind and we went to the toy section. I started grabbing all the dog toys I liked and put them in the cart. I must have thrown about twenty in there before Dad told me that was enough. I told him just a few more and I chose some squeaky toys before going to find the dog beds.

"Are you sure Angel needs this many toys?" Dad asked as we walked.

"Yes. I want her to never get bored. I promised her that she would have a good home so what's a better way to start than getting her a lot of toys?" I questioned.

"Just pick out a bed," Dad said exasperatedly.

"Should it be heated?" I asked.

"No, Ella, I don't think that is necessary. We do have a heated house so I think she will be just fine," Dad said, almost sarcastically.

I found the perfect bed. It was square-shaped and neon pink with neon green dog bones on it. It had a canopy with curtains that hung down to block out the light. It was perfect for a princess and it would match my room.

"This is absolutely perfect," I said pointing it out to Dad.

"Ella, that bed it four hundred dollars. Don't you think that's a bit outrageous for a dog bed?" Dad asked.

"But it matches," I said.

"All right, fine," he said, giving in.

"Can we go look at leashes and collars and clothes now?" I asked.

"Lead the way."

The store had three full aisles of dog clothing. I started with leashes and collars finding matching sets of neon blue, pink, green, and orange. I also got a soft blue set since I currently had a soft pink set. I bought her a few sweaters, dresses, shirts, booties, and bows in all different colors. I had at least one hundred clothing items.

"I think I got everything," I said to Dad.

"I think so too. I am pushing two overflowing shopping carts after all," he said.

We went to the cash register and started unloading our items. The cashier was in shock when she took in all our items. She had a hard time telling Dad the price.

"I just got her so she needs a lot of stuff," I explained.

She recovered and found her animal-loving self.

"What's your dog's name?" she asked, peering over the counter.

"Angel," I said.

"That's cute," she said.

"All right, now that we have spent six thousand, eight hundred and thirty-four dollars, can we go?" Dad said.

"Yeah, let's go," I said.

We began to leave the store when I saw a machine that made dog tags.

"Please Daddy?" I begged.

"All right, but then we're done," he said.

I chose a tag that was shaped like a dog bone. It had small, heart-shaped diamonds bordering it. It was made out of silver and I had the lettering done in neon pink with a black background.

"Now I have everything," I said.

We walked to the car in silence. It took a while to stuff everything into the car and it barely fit but we managed it. Angel was much more content; she must have known all this stuff was for her. We got home and unloaded everything. Mom wasn't back yet and I was able to get everything set up in my room. I made a special area all for Angel and put her bed, food and water dishes, and toys all in it. I stuffed her bag of food in my closet and made a space in a big drawer at the bottom of my dresser to put her clothes and collars and leashes in. After putting the new tag on her, I let Angel loose and she wandered around the room, sniffing at this and that. She finally settled in her new bed and went to sleep. I was so happy that I wouldn't be alone in my room anymore.

I played in my Barbie Wonderland while she slept. I wanted so badly to play with her but if she was tired I'd let her sleep. It was quiet for about a half hour until Dad knocked on my door.

"Ella, your mother is home and you might want to come downstairs to explain Angel. I will tell her that I got you the dog but you need to be there too. I don't know how she will react. She will probably ask us a lot of questions and tell you to make sure it doesn't wreck anything. Come on downstairs," Daddy said.

"If Mom doesn't like it, I won't have to get rid of her, will I?" I asked.

"No Sweetie, Mommy wouldn't do that. She knows that Angel will make you happy and she likes to see you happy. Like I said, I don't know what her reaction will be but we will find out very soon," Dad said.

"Hello, I'm home. Sorry I took so long, I lost track of time. You wouldn't believe…wait, what's that smell?" Mom wondered.

I looked at Dad and he shrugged. Helpful. He gestured that I should tell Mom.

"Mom, that smell is a dog. Daddy got me a puppy, only nine weeks old," I said.

"A DOG? CARLISLE, WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU BRING A FILTHY DOG INTO MY HOUSE?!" Mom shrieked.

I eased my way behind Dad. He was the one who got me Angel, so he could deal with Mom's wrath. He shot daggers at me with his stare and turned back to Mom. I took that chance to escape to my room. Angel was out of bed and running around the room whining. She saw the door open and charged through it. Uh oh. I ran after her. She led me all over the place. She skidded to a stop when she found herself in front of the feet of angry Mom. She seemed to know Mom didn't like her and she ran behind my legs and cowered into the back of them.

"She doesn't usually do that. She must have to go potty or something," I said hurriedly.

"Then get her outside before she pisses on my floor," Mom said icily.

Oh shit.

"Yes ma'am," I said and scurried out the door.

I then realized that I hadn't put Angel on her leash. Great. Now she would just go wherever she pleased. Amazingly, she went to the spot from earlier and peed. We went back inside and Mom was much calmer now.

"At least she's potty-trained. That was my biggest worry. She isn't that bad of a dog, right?" Mom asked.

"She's perfect, Mom. Her name is Angel," I informed her.

"That's a wonderful name. Maybe she will be a good pet," she said.

Dad stared at her incredulously.

"I'm going to feed her now," I said and climbed the stairs to my room.

She ate and drank water before curling back up in bed. All that must have worn her out. Also she was a puppy and needed a lot of sleep, according to Daddy. I thought how Angel might get up early and need to go out so I showered and went to bed myself. I smiled knowing I wasn't alone.

I woke to the feel of something wet licking my face. I forced my eyes open and found Angel on top of me, licking my cheek. I tried turning away but she moved too.

"Okay, okay I'm up!" I said.

Angel jumped off the bed and ran around in small circles by the door. She must really need to go. I opened the door and she sprinted down the steps.

"I got it," Rosalie called and I heard the door open.

I got dressed quickly and went downstairs. Rosalie was just letting Angel in. She ran in and sat by my side. My dog was so weird.

"Morning Rosalie," I said.

"Good morning Ella," she said back.

"Where's Dad?" I asked.

"In his study," she answered.

Perfect, now was my chance to do another part of my make-Dad-go-insane plan. I let Angel roam around the house and I went to Mom and Dad's bedroom. I took all of Dad's socks and left shoes and put them in the family room in the basement. No one was there so I began to set up the stage for my puppet show. I found a bunch of boxes in the storage room and transformed them into my stage. I hid all of Dad's stuff behind it and waited.

"Esme, do you know where all my socks went?" I heard him ask.

"Aren't they in the drawer where they always are?" she asked, perplexed.

"No. All my left shoes are gone too," he said.

"Well I certainly wouldn't do anything with them. Go ask one of the kids, you know how they get sometimes," she said.

"Emmett? Did you do anything with my socks or left shoes?" Dad called.

"No! Why do you always pick on me when something of yours goes missing?" Emmett asked, offended.

"I can think of a few reasons, Son. Forget I asked," Dad said.

I heard him coming down the stairs to the basement. This was it.

"Ella, have you…what are you doing with all those boxes?" Dad asked.

"I have a puppet show! Would you like to watch?" I asked, hopeful.

"Actually I – "

"Pleeeeeeaaaaase?" I begged.

"Well…all right, make it quick though. Your Mom needs me to run to the grocery store," he said.

"Yay!" I cheered.

I went behind the makeshift stage and pulled one of Dad's socks onto my left hand. I put one of his shoes on my right. He sat on the couch across from the stage and sighed. Oh, just wait till he saw this. I popped out my left hand with his sock on it.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Ella's Puppet Show! Please welcome my friend Lefty!" I said in a weird voice. I brought up my right hand with his shoe on it.

"Well hi there! I am –"

I was cut off with a frustrated and outraged growl. I felt myself flying across the room and I landed on the couch. I saw Dad tearing away at my puppet booth. He had all of the mangled cardboard in the trash and all of his footwear in his arms in seconds. I sat up slowly on the couch, a little shocked. Dad had seemed really pissed when he saw that I had his things. Mission accomplished.

DR. CULLEN'S POINT OF VIEW:

Days had passed, now it was Monday and I was back at work. It was kind of nice to be back. I loved my job and it gave me a break from all my crazy children. And the crazy dog. It was exactly one week until Discovery would be back in session and I was running out of time. I was going to get my colleagues' opinion and then on my lunch break, I would meet with the administrator and enroll Ella into their third grade program. I wish she would have chosen homeschooling or at least waited until September.

I signed in and put down my stuff in my office. My eyes fell on the couch where Ella and I had talked for the first time. That memory would be there forever, and I was glad. I went to the main area to the nurse's station to see what there was to do. We weren't very busy yet so I decided to take the opportunity to ask about Discovery.

"I've been checking into schools for Ella and I know that some of your kids go there. I was wondering what you think about it," I said to the colleagues of mine that were there.

"Maria absolutely loves it. I think that it would be a great place to send Ella," said Mary.

"I agree. Lilly is in the third grade and she seems to like it. They do a lot of fun and educational things. I think that it is a very good environment for kids that have been abused like Ella. My own daughter was molested a year ago and she couldn't handle going to school. I did some research and found that Discovery was a very safe school and that they had someone there to talk to kids who have been abused. After about a month of talking with the counselor, Lilly was fine. I don't know if Ella is that insecure, but it is a great school regardless," said Dr. John Wayson, one of my favorite surgeons to work with.

"I think Ella has healed from her past but she has only been around my family. I didn't know they had someone there to help abused children," I said.

"They really care about their students' happiness. The bullying rate is very low and everyone is very welcoming and accepting," he said.

"It sounds like just the place to send Ella. I wanted to go with a private school for Ella but neither she or Esme would go for that. I was shot down immediately," I said.

"Definitely go meet with the administrator today. I will cover your patients while you do," he offered.

"Thank you, John. I feel much better about Ella going to school now," I said.

"You should. Like you, I want what's best for my daughter," he said.

"I guess I should go now," I concluded.

"That you should. See you later, Carlisle," he said.

I went out to my car and headed for Discovery. It was about fifteen minutes from the hospital and also from my house. At least it would be close by. I prayed that I could get Ella in and that she would be happy there. Dr. Wayson had brought up a good point, Ella may not have healed from her past. If she should need it, help was here. I also liked that one of my colleague's children would be in the same class so if Ella didn't tell me something, I could find it out from him if Lilly had said something about it. I arrived at the school and shut off my car. Please God, let there be an open place for my daughter.

The building was a giant square with a small square sticking out in the center. I walked in and was greeted by warm air. In the center was the main office, to the left were staff offices, and to the right was a door that I assumed led into the school. The walls were cluttered with drawings that were obviously done by kids. I walked up to the desk where a woman was sitting, typing away on a computer. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" she asked pleasantly.

"I would like to enroll my daughter into the third grade," I said.

"Wonderful! There is a space waiting to be filled and it looks like you have just filled it! Here is the paperwork you need to fill out and the list of requirements and expectations. I will also get you a school supplies list," she said, giving me all the papers.

"Thank you very much. When do I turn it in?" I asked.

"Bring it back by Friday and she'll have a place by the end of Winter Break," she said.

"Thank you," I said, turning to leave.

"Thank you for choosing Discovery, I promise you and your daughter will be pleased. Have a good day!" she said.

That was a lot quicker than I expected. I liked how eager she was and I liked the sign of kids as soon as you walk in. They take pride in their students. I arrived back at the hospital and completed my workday. As I drove home, I thought about how excited Ella and Esme and possibly the other children would be. I went inside and found Ella in the living room with Angel. They were playing with a pink ball.

"Ella, I have some news for you," I said.

"What?" she said and looked up curiously.

"I have the paperwork to enroll you in Discovery," I informed her.

"I'm really going to school?" she asked.

"Yes. My colleague's daughter is in the third grade there. Maybe you'll become good friends with her," I said.

"Can I meet her before school starts?" she asked.

"I'll talk to Dr. Wayson tomorrow and see if that is possible," I said.

"Thank you Daddy!" she said.

"I love you Sweetheart," I said and went off to my study to fill out the forms. They just wanted basic information and medical history. It only took me about three hours to complete. I would turn the papers in tomorrow. Maybe Ella would want to come with me.

ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:

I couldn't believe it! I was going to school! It would be nice to know at least one person before it started which is why I wanted to meet Dad's colleague's daughter. Maybe we would become best friends. I imagined all the sleepovers and things we would do together until Angel demanded my attention again. I played with her for a while longer before going upstairs to get in the shower. Dad stopped me on my way up.

"Ella, I filled out the paperwork and I was wondering if you would want to go with me to the school tomorrow and see what it looks like. You might be able to get a tour," he said.

"I'd love to go with!" I said.

"All right. I'll leave work at one tomorrow and come pick you up and we'll go. It's about fifteen minutes away from here," he said.

"Okay," I said and continued on to my room.

I showered and got into pajamas. I gave Angel her bedtime treat and put her into her bed. As soon as I laid down in mine, she jumped up there. I put her back in her bed but she followed me again. Giving up, I let her curl into my arms a tuck her head into my neck. At least she kept me warm.

"Goodnight Angel," I whispered.

A/N: I hope you like the chapter. I should update tomorrow or Wednesday. Please let me know if you see any mistakes and let me know what you think of each length of the chapters. I don't want it to be overbearing. In case you're wondering, the play was successful and it was a lot of fun to perform. I started another poll that has to do with this story. It's whether or not Bella should make it into the story and if so, how should she be in it. The other one is about a story that I plan on doing about Renesmee and her other half. Who should that other half be? Please review this chapter and the other chapters and vote on the polls. Thank you for reading! :-)