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Bella's P.O.V.

Brandon's deep, dark brown hair was pushed to the side when he looked up. 'They are coming.' He stated simply. Just then light flooded the previously dim lit room and the two ugliest men emerged from it. They unlocked us. We would have attacked but we are practically starved so that we won't have strength to get away from them.

"You all are going into foster care. So you bad word" he drabbed on about telling us to lie and go clean ourselves up.

It has been a year now. We have gone to 56 foster homes. We also have a rep as bad kids. With our past who wouldn't? When we are at one place for a time we get jobs. Beck's a prostitute and stripper, and Brandon is along with her; bet you don't hear of many male prostitutes. I do nothing I only nod my head in response. Never do I speak. I haven't talked in years. We do occasionally do drugs and smoke. We don't do it enough to get addicted though. Therefore, our lives are screwed. No pun intended.

However, back on the subject of our next 'home'.

Our foster father, Carlisle Cullen, and mother, Esme Cullen, have adopted seven children. From my knowledge they are all teens in high school, like the other two members of the 'Troublesome Trio', which are my siblings.

As of now we are on our way to a green, squishy little town called Forks, with Ms. Young. Her name is comical because she doesn't look or act young she has wrinkles and gray /brown hair and flaky skin.

'Bells? Brandon?' Becca calls to us with her mind. 'Yeah?' Brandon responds. I turn to look her way signifying that she has my attention. 'Do you think they will be different?' We do this little routine every time we move to another family or couple. 'I hope so Beck. Hope to all of the gods.' Standard Brandon reply.

Edwards P.O.V.

After our family meeting in our unneeded dining room, I walked up to my room. My bare feet touched the soft, golden carpet I have on my room's floor after a moment of walking vampire speed.

I walked over to my complex stereo system and turned on some classical music.

Carlisle is really considering this. Fostering children again and possibly adopting them. They're on their way now. They should be here in maybe eight hours.

I can hear rain really start to whip up.

Edward! We are gonna play baseball come play! You have no choice I already saw you there in a vision. Meet s in the clearing in about two minutes. Gosh she is demanding. Oh Well.

Well there is your edited version!

-Toxic