Well, here it is! My new story! And just FYI: Bella's not human. But she's not a vampire or werewolf, either. Nobody knows what she is. That's why my story is called Unknown Creature. LOL!

Hope you like it! Please review!

Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. *SOB!*

BPOV (Five-year-old Bella)

"Come on, Bella! We're leaving soon!" Mommy called.

I ran from my room, my blue blanket trailing behind me.

"Where are we going, Mommy?" I asked.

She smiled kindly, but I could see the sadness and worry in her eyes.

"It's a surprise, Bella," She picked my up and carried me to the car, where Daddy waited for us.

"Do you have everything, Renee?" Daddy asked.

Mommy nodded. "Yeah. It's all in the trunk, Charlie."

I frowned. Were we going on vacation? Why wouldn't they tell me?

Mommy strapped me in my car-seat, and then went to sit up front. I clutched to my favorite blanket tightly, anxious. They never kept secrets from me.

The car ride was silent, but when we pulled up to a big white house, Mommy started speaking.

"Here we are, Bella! Isn't it pretty?"

"Yes," I said, suspicion in my voice. Why would I care if this house was pretty? Unless it was a friend's house. I couldn't be rude by saying it was ugly. "It's very pretty, Mommy," I added.

She smiled, then unstrapped me and picked me up. I frowned. "Mommy, I can walk," I complained.

"But, Bella, we don't want to ruin your new white shoes on the dirty road," She pointed out.

I nodded, and looked over at Daddy. He was holding my pink suitcase.

"Are we staying at a friend's house, Daddy?" I asked. "Why are we here? Why don't you and Mommy have your suitcases?"

Daddy smiled at me, but he looked sad. I didn't want him to be sad. "You're going to stay here for a while, sweetheart."

I brightened instantly. "Like a sleep-over?" Yay! I loved sleep-overs! Me and Mommy had them all the time. We would set up a big tent in the backyard and sleep in it.

"Like a sleep-over, honey," Mommy said, as she rang the door bell.

An old woman opened it, she reminded me of grandma. "Oh! This must be Isabella!" She cried happily, taking me from Mommy's arms and holding me.

"You can call me Bella. Everyone does." I said. I liked her already! I knew we would be great friends.

The woman blinked, shocked. "You talk already, Bella?"

I nodded. "Yes. Is there a problem?" I asked politely. I don't know why people were always so amazed that I could talk. Mommy said it was because I talk so well, like a grown-up. I didn't really believe her, though.

She shook her head, them smiled slightly. "No,dear," The woman said. "It just surprised me."

I nodded. "Can I ask for your name?"

"Margaret," She said.

Margaret. I'd never heard of that name before. It was pretty, though, and seemed to fit the old women.

Daddy cleared his throat, and held up my suitcase. "Where should I put Bella's stuff?"

Margaret stepped aside, letting Mommy and Daddy come inside.

"We have a room set up for Bella. If you will follow me, I will show you," Margaret walked up the giant staircase, and Mommy and Daddy followed. She set me down when we reached a door at the end of the hall.

"Here we go, Bella. This is your room you can stay in," Margaret opened the door, and I loved it at once.

The room was painted a light yellow, not like those ugly neon yellows. There was a white boarder, and light wooden furniture was pushed up against the wall. The queen bed was placed on a light wooden bed frame, and the comforter was white with daises. I loved it! It fit me perfectly!

"It's beautiful! Thank you!" I ran to the bed and climbed on it, sinking into the soft mattress. It felt wonderful.

Mommy smiled. "I'm glad you like it, sweetie. Me and Daddy have to go sign something, so why don't you go meet some of the other kids here?" She suggested.

My eyes widened. "There are others here?"

Margaret nodded. "I'm sure you'll love them, they're very sweet."

She suddenly turned around and called for them. "Kids! We have a new girl! Why don't you come out and meet her?"

The other doors in the hall opened, and three kids wandered out of there rooms, over to us.

"Bella, this is Grace, Reese, and Carter. Why don't you introduce yourself?" She turned to the kids.

Grace skipped forward, her blond curls bouncing. "Hi! I'm Grace! I'm six years old! How old are you?"

"Five. I'm Bella." I said. I knew I would be friends with her, she looked so sweet!

Grace grinned. "Nice to meet you!" She studied my face for a moment. "Why do you have silver eyes? They're so pretty! I just have boring blue eyes." She grumbled.

I blushed. I didn't know why my eyes were silver - not even my parents knew! "I don't know," I answered honestly.

Grace smiled kindly, and then Reese stepped forward. "Hey, I'm Reese. I'm eight."

I nodded. "Bella."

He smiled, and wandered back to his room.

Carter stepped up to me, smiling. "Hi, I'm Carter! I'm seven." To my surprise, he hugged me!

I smiled, hugging him back. "I'm Bella."

He grinned, then looked at Grace. "Should we give her a tour?"

"Yeah!" Grace grinned, and pulled on my hand.

"Come on, come on! There's so much to show you, Bella! We'll start from the basement, then the main floor, and then well come back upstairs. 'Kay?"

"Whoa, Grace. Don't give her a headache," Carter teased as he followed us downstairs.

Grace rolled her eyes and pulled me down another set of stairs, probably leading to the basement.

Grace opened a door, and they stepped inside. Wow! It didn't look anything like a basement! No dust, cement walls, old stuff in boxes....

It was exactly the opposite, actually. It looked like a living room, or a place to play. There was a big sectional, a plasma TV, about a million DVD's over on one of the walls, the place was brightly lit, and I could see a bathroom across the large room.

"Okay, now the main floor!" Grace pulled me back up the stairs, and Carter followed us. I thought it was a nice place to live and all, but why were there other kids here that I didn't even know?

And why would I need my own room just for spending the night?

My first chapter! Yay! This chapie was really just about Bella meeting Margaret, Grace, Reese, and Carter. The kids who live at the orphanage and the person who runs it. My next chapter will be when Bella's eight.

Review! And I could always use ideas, too!

Peace out!!

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