A/N So this is my first fanfiction. I hope that you guys like it. RxR, please. I'd love to know what you guys are thinking about this or any ideas you have about where the story should go. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor do I own any of its characters.

You know the feeling you get when you are going down a hill? Your insides feel like they are jumbling around in your chest. Yeah, that's how I feel right now.

It was finally September 1st and it was the first day of culinary school. I got accepted to "The Cullenary School." It was run by the amazing chef Esme Cullen and her children Alice, Edward, and Emmett.

Esme was such an inspiration to me. She was like Emeril on steroids. The things she could do with a few simple ingredients still amazed me. I had all of her cookbooks, watched all episodes of her television show, and had all of her cooking utensils.

I had always wanted to be a chef, ever since I was about ten-years-old. I was always in charge of the cooking at my house. My father, Charlie, had a habit of burning everything he tried cooking, so he gave me the task of cooking. I loved seeing his reactions when I tried out a new recipe or changed up one we both new and loved. I was a very experimental cook.

I excitedly showered and blow dried my hair. My roommate and best friend, Rosalie, laid out a comfortable but flattering outfit of a three quarter sleeved navy blue shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. I was forever grateful for her – I was a fashion disaster. She was also accepted to "The Cullenary School" on full scholarship.

Rosalie was the epitome of perfection. She was the all American girl with long, wavy blonde hair and dark blue eyes that looked violet in certain lighting. She was tall – about 5'10" and had curves in all the right places. Not only was she beautiful but she was smart. She loved to tinker around with cars and she was an extremely talented chef. She was very loyal friend and honest. She always got straight to the point and never held anything back.

On the other hand, I was completely average. I had long, straight brown hair and large brown eyes. I stood at a very average 5'4" and was naturally skinny. I had subtle curves, but they, along with me, paled in comparison to Rosalie.

I pushed my self-conscious thoughts out of my mind and slipped on the outfit Rosalie laid out for me. It looked pretty good on me. I finished getting ready and went downstairs to cook us some breakfast since Rosalie made us dinner last night.

I wasn't sure what I wanted to make. French toast didn't sound too good and we had waffles yesterday. Omelets sounded good, so I planned on making them.

I went in the fridge and got eggs, cheese, milk, bacon, ham, butter, bread, and orange juice. Rosalie came downstairs while I was cooking the food.

"Morning Bells," said Rosalie. "I thought I smelled omelets. I love omelets!"

I smiled at her while she sat down at our table and said, "Yep, you were right. I thought omelets sounded good so here we are."

I noticed that the food was done so I turned off the burner and moved the omelets to our plates.

"Mmm," she said as she took her first bite. "You are truly a wonderful person and I love you."

"I do try," I replied. "Although I think you only like me for my food."

"You caught me," she said and we both laughed. "So, are you excited to start school?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed. "I can't believe that I actually get to work with the Esme Cullen! How about you?"

"Are you kidding?!" she asked. "I haven't been this excited since we graduated! Have you seen the hunkiness that is also known as Emmett and Edward?"

"Duh, Rose," I answered. "They used to help Esme along with their sister, Alice, on her show."

Alice was beautiful like a little porcelain doll. She was barely five feet tall and she was extremely slender. She had short, spiky black hair that framed her face in layers and had hazel eyes.

Emmett was very tall – probably about 6'2" - and very muscular. You could tell he worked out regularly. He had curly, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was very good looking, but he looked really intimidating.

Edward was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall too – he was about six feet tall and he was lightly muscled. He had the strangest colored hair – it wasn't brown but it wasn't red – it was somewhere in between and he had dark green eyes. I definitely had a little crush on him.

"Yeah, Emmett is a hunk and I want him," she said. "I wonder if his arms aren't the only thing that's big on him," she added a little huskily.

"Okay, that was a little more than I needed to know," I told her. "I don't think you'll have a problem getting him though. He'll go insane just looking at you. I, on the other hand, want Edward, but he could never want someone like me. I am the epitome of average."

"Bella, for the millionth time, you are not average!" she said angrily. She hated when I bashed myself. "You are beautiful and he would be stupid not to see what a catch you are. You just need to be more confident in yourself. Take the confidence you have when you cook and bring it to your self esteem."

"I'll try," I replied. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, give me your plate," she said. "I'll do dishes since you cooked."

"Thanks," I said gratefully. "I'll go get your keys."

Rosalie drove a red BMW M3 convertible. I thought it was ostentatious but she loved it. It was very her though. It was impossible not to look at, just like her.

I drove a 1953 Chevy Pickup truck and I loved it. It was a faded red color and it didn't go faster than sixty miles per hour but I loved it – it had personality.

She came back and said, "Okay. Let's go!"

We got in her convertible and headed to the school. She was driving really fast, and normally I would scold her for it, being the daughter of the chief of police, but I was too nervous to speak.

When we got there, I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Rosalie noticed and came up to me and said, "Calm down, Bella. You will do great. I promise. Now get your cute little tush in there and kick some ass!"

I took a couple of deep breaths to calm me down before replying. "Okay," I told her. "I can do this. Let's go."

She linked arms with me as we made our way inside.