The Lost Get Found by Britt Nicole

Bella lived in a quaint neighborhood in Phoenix, Arizona. She resided in a small home with her mother. Bella loved Phoenix; she loved waking up to the warm sun and going out to see the sights she could paint, but most importantly Bella loved the memories she held in this loving place. She grew amazed of the things that would come out of her work and she couldn't resist the way the colors splashed on her canvas...

…In all her life, Bella had never lived in a place that was so bright and happy. As a kid, she lived in Washington in a town by the name of Forks. Forks was the saddest place on Earth. Its weather and petite population made everything seem so melancholy and lonely. It was a rare and beautiful thing when the sun came out. Most of the people would come out and enjoy what they could of the unusual sun. Every day, the many kids of this gloomy place spent the days inside, wishing for the warm sun.

Bella remembered her days in Forks. She hated the weather and its strange appearance … "It's too green," she would always say. The one thing she did miss was her father. He was a quiet man, who even though after seven years he still held strong feelings for his ex-wife. Charlie was a man of a few words; he never spent his time crowding Bella when she was home two weeks out of the summer. Bella loved how he was. They were alike in many ways; both of them never really cared about appearances; they loved Renee but tried to spend as much time away from her.

Renee was a loving mother, but she was too worried about what everyone else thought that she ignored how her daughter's happiness disappeared with every word that came out of her mouth. Renee was a woman with high hopes and dreams; she was free-spirited and spontaneous. Bella always thought of herself as the parent figure in their mother-daughter relationship. Renee was never quiet; what she thought she said no matter whom got hurt.

As Bella's day came to an end, she grew disappointed. She never thought her life would be so frustrating. She grew annoyed of the constant pleadings of her mother to be more girly and more like her. Her response was always a silent nod with glistening eyes. Renee would never understand what it was like to be Bella; never to understand how changing would bring many more rounds of crueltorture from her classmates.

She watched from her bedroom window as the sun began to set. With her computer sitting neatly in her lap, she thought about logging onto her usual chatting site and with one click she was on. Bella spent many days trying to find an escape. Every day was basically the same... She would talk to someone who she didn't know and it all depended on them whether or not she continued to talk. Most people she chatted with were annoying and all they did was make fun of her. Like really she needed more of that.

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Back in Forks, a young man played his piano. The keys he touched turned into a wonderful melody that filled the room and house. The way he closed his eyes when he played, brought tears to his mother's eyes. She was incredibly happy that he was so interested in something so beautiful. She was proud that he was so talented and spirited with his music. The young man suddenly felt out of notes, his fingers played the wrong keys, and he grew frustrated. He banged the piano with so much force. He just couldn't get the write notes to finish his song.

He played the same tune once more, but again the notes ran out and he grew even more frustrated. He got up off his seat and walked to his backyard. The young man spent so many days back there trying to manage his stress and play a little of his favorite sport, basketball. He had never once felt so disappointed.

His life consisted of being who everyone wanted him to be. He was never just Edward; he was the doctor's basketball playing son, or the guy that every girl wanted to date. Edward felt as if his life was just one big museum that everyone wanted to look at. The kids at school never left him alone. His only time at peace was on the court. Edward loved to play; his life revolved around basketball, and though he would never admit it, it also revolved around music. Life was hard for him, or so he thought.

Edward's life was not at all difficult. He had everything as a kid; not once had been treated badly by his parents. He always had a plate at the table and, of course, there was still room for dessert. He had loving parents and they never failed to mention how much they cared.

His father was a doctor who saved more lives than hours he slept. Carlisle was a man who loved his job; climbing steep mountains to reach his destiny. He was a man that wanted nothing more than his son's happiness. He made sure that Edward had everything he needed… a car, a nice home, and parents that would never judge. Carlisle was not easily fooled. And although, Edward kept his music very well hidden, Carlisle knew well more than anyone that when he was with his piano, Edward was at his best. Carlisle knew that his son was not at all content. Something in Edward was missing… love.

Esme Cullen was a caring mother. She brought life with her cooking and baking. But being a stay at home mother was not her biggest dreams. Esme's dreams were to become an interior designer. She loved what she could create with a few items. When the news of baby Edward came up, she had no choice but to give up her dreams. Not once did she regret her son. She loved her son with all her heart. Although, Esme was a sweet, kind woman, she was also a determined person. She was proud of her son. The many dreams she had for him were unexplainable. She wanted him to find someone who made him happy; she wanted him to go into a career that he loved, and, of course, to have grandchildren.

Edward managed to control his temper and decided to do something worthwhile. The clicks of his keyboard filled the room as he logged onto his computer. The many "You've Got Mail," annoyed him to a never ending fashion. In all, he had more than 100 messages from his infuriating peers (they just couldn't take a hint). Edward was tired of all the agony. All he wanted was to talk to someone who wouldn't judge him; someone who he could trust, but not one single person in Forks could fulfill his wishes. He typed "chatting sites" into his search engine. After deciding which one would be the best, he made an account, picked a topic, and waited…

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Alright. Well, you guys were warned. I suck at updating. These past weeks have been terrible. I'm surprised I actually finished this chapter. Sorry 'bout the wait and the shortness of the chapter and how little action it had. I promise that the next chapters will be longer and better.

Once more, I don't know how long it'll take or when I'll update. I hope you guys somewhat liked this chapter. Please review(: I'd like to hear your thoughts and comments and I like criticism.