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My name is Isabella Swan. I had a rough past and I will probably have a roughfuture. But the most important feature that you need to know about me is that I ama secret agent. Not only do I attend the very prestigious Meyer Academy for trainingfuture undercover agents, I am also the best. But that’s getting ahead, why don’t Istart from the beginning.I grew up in Phoenix with my mother Renee and my father Charlie. I was constantlybeaten by my drunk father and my mother would come home from work only to yellat me for doing something wrong and then continue to tell me how hideous I was.And she was right, I always believed her, from my plain brown hair that went frommy mid-waist, to my eyes which were the same dull brown. I lived them until I was14 years old; my father continued to beat me (always making sure to not touch myface so that no one would suspect anything) and my mother continued punishingme, telling me that she regretted having me and that I was a spoiled brat that waslucky to have someone as nice as her as a mother.Going to school wasn’t much better, I was constantly ridiculed for how ugly I was, Icame to only wearing sweatpants and t-shirts to school (not that much of the otherclothing that Renee buys me is much better). Girls would accidentally “trip” duringlunch and spill the contents of their trays all over me; they would call me a nerd anda geek and occasionally even hit me. Because of that I spent most of my time in thelibrary. My friends were my books, because they were the only ones that never judged or yelled at me. I used to have a friend, her name was Angela. We went tothe same middle school and she was nice to me. Everything changed when we firststepped foot in high school. Apparently the popular girls thought that she waspopular material and worthy of following them around like a helpless puppy. Theygave her a choice, either she could join them and humiliate me everyday, or gethumiliated with me. Although with my luck I should have expected it, it still hurtwhen the one person I thought was my friend stabbed me in the back and joinedvery people who made it their job to make my life a living hell. However, all thatchanged on my fourteenth birthday.It had been raining that day, which was unusual in Arizona. The fact that it was mybirthday either didn’t matter to my parents or they completely forgot. It was aSaturday night and my parents were going out to dinner, leaving me to fend formyself for the night. This was nothing new to me, thus making me a very good cookat a very young age. My parents were going out to a very fancy restaurant,celebrating the promotion that my father had recently received. I was heating upsome leftover mushroom ravioli when the lights went out. Wow, I didn’t know thestorm was this bad I thought to myself. With that, I went to the closet that I get to
 
call my bedroom and went to sleep on the piles of pillows and blankets that were onthe ground. Soon after laying down I was in a deep sleep. The real surprise was the next morning when I actually woke up on my own insteadof the usual screaming of Renee at 5:30 in the morning. I thought that maybe thatwas my birthday present, instead of pushing my luck and staying in bed for a fewmore hours like my body longed for, I got up to start making breakfast for myparents like they make me do every morning.However, to my utter surprise and joy, the kitchen was empty. Maybe they’re stillsleeping? My thoughts were interrupted by a loud knocking on the front door,thinking that maybe it was my parents coming home extremely late; I was surprisedinstead to see a police officer standing on my doorstep with a grim expression onhis face. This made me frantic, thinking that somehow word had gotten out aboutCharlie abusing me. He would kill me if I told anyone, so the sight of a policemanwas not very welcoming to me. What he said next though stopped my mind in it’stracks.“Are you Isabella Swan?” He asked. I simply nodded my head, too afraid to sayanything. “I am very sorry to say that last night your parents were in a terrible caraccident…they didn’t make it”I was frozen. He must have thought that I was too depressed to speak from the wayI must have looked. Instead of feeling sorrow and grief that any normal child withloving parents would feel, the only thing that was going through my mind was I’mfree…I’m finally free! He continued to tell me that since I wasn’t old enough tocollect the money that was left to me, I was to be put in foster care. It didn’t matterto me, anything was better then what I had now.I spent three years in foster care, no one ever adopted me probably thinking that Iwasn’t as pretty or smart as the others that came and went. I was perfectly finewith it though, I was left alone. The brave ones that tried to talk to me, the scary girlthat never talked to anyone, soon figured out that I wasn’t worth it and left mealone before they too were adopted and moved on. It didn’t take me long to figureout that no one wanted me and that I was meant for a life filled with solitude. Noone would ever love me and I soon gave up believing that someone would actuallywant me as a daughter.
 
One day, a man came into the facility looking for someone to adopt. The other kidsin my building were about my age, some older, some younger; however none of them had been in there for as long as I had. He talked to a lot of the other kids, Isimply stayed by myself pretending to read my book while actually listening to theirconversation. I discovered that his name was Marcus and that he was originallyfrom Italy. However, I soon grew bored of their conversation and went back toreading Pride and Prejudice. A few chapters later I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.I looked up quickly into the eyes of the man that I learned to be called Marcus. To say that I was astonished would be an understatement. No one, and I mean a noone ever bothered to talk to me.“Hello, my name is Marcus, what do I have the pleasure of calling you?” he asked.After a quick pause to make sure that it was indeed me he was talking to and notsome other kid I was sitting near I answered, “Isabella, but most people call meBella” It came out quietly in a monotone that basically screamed that I really didn’tfeel like talking, I half expected him not to hear me. Other adults had tried talking tome but soon found out that I was obviously not the kid for them. Oftentimes I feltthe grim satisfaction when I would overhear them speaking about my eyes and howthey were afraid I would attack them or something.After a few more questions about me, he seemed to be satisfied and rose to talk toClara, the woman in charge. While pretending to read my book, I kept my eyes onthe mysterious man. Something he said seemed to shock Clara for she gasped andglanced in my direction before her eyes returned to Marcus’s face. I read her lips,actually interested in the conversation now Are you sure? He simply just nodded inresponse.I soon found out that the man actually wanted to adopt me! This came as a shock tonot only me (Not that I showed it), but the kids who had been there long enough toknow that the chances of that happening were slim to none.
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Katie Thorson

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