This is my first fanfiction that really has any promise.

I don't own twilight. If I did I would've probably locked Edward, Carlisle, Jasper, Jacob, and Seth in my room and kept them to myself!!!!

To avoid anymore confrontations, about plagarism and the idea of copying stories, I have decided to give to state where i get my ideas from. I recieved the idea from E.C. Cullen's story, My little princess. This story idea is not mine and I am not intending on taking her idea word for word. In case you don't believe me, read on and find out. But in honesty, you should read hers too.

There have been too many authors notes and I'm tired of dealing with this. So, credit for the beginning idea, goes to E.C. Cullen

The plagiarism war is over!!!! This is a statement by E.C. Cullen: Her exact words!!

"mysitcmoon24 has my permission to continue on with this story. No more

reviews, hate email, etc. about how she is plagiarizing. We worked it out and

she is the sweetest and most professional fan I have met.

Read her story and enjoy it, but no need to flood her with reminders of how

she took my story...already you should be able to tell she's made it her own.

Her dedication and love for it alone proves that.

mysticmoon24 has my support...please support her, too!

E.C. Cullen"

There you have it! What's done is done! Enjoy!!!

"Mommy can we watch the parade?" a little voice called from down the hall

The names Isabella, Bella for short. I have a little daughter named Aria. I love my daughter with all my heart. I love being a mother, she deserves a good one. I do the best I can, because of what we've been through. The only way I could make her life complete… is if she had a father. Technically she does have one…but I'm not going to go into that. My daughter looks a lot like me. She has my curls. Her father's dimples. That's the only thing I can thank him for. Now she looks even cuter. I really shouldn't be holding this bent up emotion inside of me. It's ok though. Her skin is slightly darker than mine.

I could hear her choice from her room. We still lived with my dad, Charlie. I didn't know where else to go. Charlie's the head lawman around. He's gone. He had to get up even earlier to cover today's parade. Yup it's Saint Marcus' day. Our great hero and blah blah blah. It's usually used to scare children to not wander the streets. It's the 21'st century! Geez!

"Momma!!! Momma!!!" I looked up from my book. It was about a girl named Marie who fell in love with a vampire named Anthony. It's really good. I wonder if I'll find love.

"Yes, my little Aria?" She was sitting on the foot of my bed

"The parade's starting?"

I sighed. I can read another day. This was her favorite holiday. "What do you want to eat?"

"What else?!" Here it comes, "LUCKY CHARMS!!!!!!!!"

Of course. Favorite cereal+ Favorite holiday= Sugar rush for the single mommy.

I went to our small kitchen. I poured her cereal. I saw a pink and frilly sticky note attached to the refrigerator. It read:

Dear Bells,

Sorry Bells, but I kinda drank it all.
You know, got to cover the parade!
Now before you blow
a fuse, there should be enough money to buy more on the kitchen table.
I know how much Aria enjoys her lucky charms.
Such a cute girl. Well I gotta run. Hopefully that money
will be enough to satiate her highness's dairy high have Fun buying milk!

Love ya kid,
Charlie

Ah Charlie I can always count on him. Buying the milk and getting home in time should be fairly easy. Telling Aria……here comes the hard part.

"Aria sweetheart?" I said as I walked into the living room. Being nice at the beginning helps this go by a lot easier.

"Hm?" she turned around.

Her face went from a look of distraction to concern. She's probably wondering about her cereal.

"Grandpa Charlie drank all the milk. Could you try to have some without it?" I got my hopes up. Maybe she could! I could go back to bed and read about the gorgeous Anthony. Some girls have all the luck

"No momma!" she pouted. Oh boy. "The milk's the only way to make the pit-chures app—ap? Oh! Appear!"

"Well we're going to go and buy some." She got off the couch

"But I'm gonna miss the pah-wade!!!!" she whined

"Now you stop that. Did you forget that the market is across from the grandstand?"

"Oh." She said putting on her coat "what's a grand stand?"

Hmm. How do I explain this to a 4 year old girl? A big box. The place where royals sit? Ooh I know!!!!

"It's a big box where King Carlisle and his family sit."

"And I'm gonna see them all?"

"Yup."

"I wanna see Princey Edward!" I wanted to see him too.

The commercials were about to start. Before they did I saw a glimpse of our royal family. Queen Esme was splendid. She was the most kindhearted Queen ever. She reminds me of snow white. King Carlisle was handsome. In my book, he was right at the top with the Americans Brad Pitt and Tom cruise. Err…somewhere. Prince Emmett, the eldest came into view. On his arm was the newly crowned Princess Rosalie Hale. Princess Alice…the youngest, was my age and on her arm was Sir Jasper Whitlock, her soon to be married. Then I saw him. I sighed, taking in all of Prince Edward's perfection. That sigh quickly changed to a hiss when I saw who or what was on his arm.

Lady Tanya Denali. She's the eldest daughter of three. Ladies Tanya, Irina, and Kate are the children of Lord Eleazar and Lady Carman. All three were blond. They got none of their parent's traits. How I don't know. The arrangement was put together by King Carlisle. While Edward was off in Germany doing some political crap. She grabbed onto him tighter and he winced. Only slightly, but it was a wince. He has to keep up the royal pretences.

"I don't like Lady Tanya" said Aria angrily "I call her a poop head."

I wanted to call her so much more than a poop head but eh I've got a 4 yr old in the room.

"Momma come on!" said Aria, apparently getting over her I hate Tanya business.

I packed her in the car. It was a blue Camry. I buckeled her in then sped off to the market. We bought the milk. The lines were surprisingly long. I was just buckling Aria in when she said:

"Momma can we watch the pah-whade?" she pouted

"Sure Aria. Come on!"

We watched until the end of the parade. I met up with Charlie on his break. I asked him to take the milk home for us. The floats were extravagant. I held Aria's hand the entire time. The crowd behind us was huge. If we got separated… I might never find her again. Trumpets blared. All eyes turned to king Carlisle.

"Friends," he said "Thank you for spending St. Marcus day with us." He went behind the Grandstand to his awaiting family.

The crowd dispersed. I reached down to pick up Aria. My hands grabbed nothing but air. Where was she?!!!?!!!?!!!?

"Aria?! ARIA!?!?!?!" I screamed frantically

My poor girl. I started running. I didn't know where I was going, but I could feel that she was near the Grandstand. You could call it Mother's intuition. I scanned the heads next to the Stand. Blond, Black, Caramel, Brown, Bronze.

Wait.

Brown?

Bronze???

I pushed my way through the crowd of people. I saw her face.

"Aria." I breathed.

But then I stopped dead cold at where she was.

I had found my daughter. But she was in the arms…

Of Prince Edward.

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