Author's Note-I might not update a lot, because I'm working on six other stories at the same time (I know, not a good idea, but I can't keep my ideas to myself anymore!) and life is stressful, especially when life bombs you with Writer's Block at the least expected times.

Disclaimer: Disclaimers are stupid, but unfortunately, I have to say that I do not own Twilight, blah blah blah...

Chapter 1

Stupid Aro, Reunion, and Exasperating Humans

Bella's POV

I glared out the circular window, impatiently tapping my foot on the fuzzy carpet of the first class plane. Scowling darkly, I gripped the armrests and squeezed hard. I looked down and noticed the plastic was about to snap. Sighing, I slowly released the death grip I had on it and continued to gaze out the window at fluffy soft-looking clouds.

"Hey, miss. Do you need anything?" one of the workers asked me in a 'seductive' voice. Again.

"No," I snapped. I was in a foul mood, and anyone who came across me when I was 'moody', as my sister Alice so lovingly called me, was going to get their head chopped off and put on a spike in Volterra.

Arg! No matter how much I tried, I couldn't keep my mind off it!

Stupid Volturi. Stupid Jane. And stupid Aro. Especially stupid Aro,I thought in my head. Aro had me to live with the Volturi in Volterra for the past two years and tried to convince me to join the guard. Not happening.

-Flashback-

"But Bella dear, why don't you want to join us? I promise you won't regret your desicion," Aro cooed.

I snorted. "I'm not joining today."

Aro put on a sad face. "Then when will you join us?"

I smiled sweetly and put on my innocent face. "The day eternity ends."

Then I swept out of the room before he could call Jane to try, yet again, to torture me.

-End of Flashback-

I was laughing inside as I recalled that day. The seat-belt light flashed, and excitement seeped into me, slowly replacing the exasperation I felt towards Aro and the Volturi. Screw the Volturi.

I was the first one off the plane, and was immediately hit by a flying cannonball of white and black. "Bella! You're back!" Alice squealed.

"OH. MY. GOD. Are those what I think they are?" Rosalie gaped while staring at my outfit. I nodded and she squealed.

God. Why do I have hyper people as my family members?

Emmett squealed, "Now we can play Bella Barbie!" He imitated Alice's high-pitched, soprano voice. Alice slapped him upside the head.

"Welcome back, Bella," Jasper said in his quiet voice. We hugged, and I smiled. Jasper, at least, didn't squeal.

Carlisle and Esme embraced me, and we trotted off to the cars. Alice and Rose were already there, with my suitcases. Digging through them and tossing out random articles of clothing, too, I might add.

"Girls! You can pulverize my clothes when we get home!" I yelled.

"Sorry! We couldn't wait!" they squealed, again.

That night, we caught up on what was happening and played Truth or Dare until four o'clock. "Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! You have to let us dress you for school!" Rose yelped.

"First of all, what's with the 'omigods'? Second, don't go overboard. Third, I am NOT wearing anything that shows cleavage or my thighs!" I said.

I chose a cute blue baby-doll Happy Bunny T-shirt that said, "A makeover? You need to be runover." Rose cracked up when she saw it. Alice forced me to wear a mini jean skirt that went halfway down my thighs. (Did that girl ever listen to me?) Lastly, I wore silver stilettos.

My make-up was light. Thin black eyeliner, some mascara, some ruby lipstick, and a dab of baby pink lip-gloss.

"Ta-da!" Alice exclaimed, scaring the wits out of me. "Like it?"

I had to admit, I looked good. "Let's go to school," I said, and slung my book bag over my shoulder. I slid gracefully into my new red Aston Martin, courtesy of Aro. Emmett and Rose were ogling at it.

"This is your car?" Emmett gasped. I laughed and said yes.

"You can all ride in it," I told them. Rosalie looked at me as if Christmas had come early.

At school, people stared at my car, but I ignored them. In the office, Mrs. Cope, the nice secretary gawked at me, then stuttered and handed me my schedule with shaking hands. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. How weird can humans get?

By the time lunch rolled around, I was the hot topic of the school. Everywhere I went, I heard students gossip about me, orally and in their minds.

Heck, even some teachers were talking about me!

I heard Mrs. Green, my History teacher, tell the biology teacher, Mr. Banner, "I heard her family's rolling in money cause of her, and she was modeling in Italy a year ago with some famous models!"

"Did you see her red Aston Martin? What kind of person drives that to school?" students whispered.

I smoothly sat at my siblings' table. "How was school so far?" Alice asked, bouncing in her seat. Jasper put a hand on her shoulder and she stopped.

"Boring. People were yelling at me in their minds. Mike Newton asked me out five times while staring at my butt," I answered. "Then around twenty guys asked me to be their girlfriends. Clearly, they don't have a clue that if I go out with them, they're dead. I feel like a new exhibit in a museum."

Rose shook her head. "That boy Mike Newton can't get a clue, can he?" she sighed.

Two girls came up to me. One was a brunette, and the other was a blond. The blond said,"Hey, I'm like, Lauren Mallory, and like, this is like, my friend Jessica Stanley. Do you like, want to like, sit at our table? It's like, the popular table..." I lost track of how many times she said 'like' and tuned her out.

"Sorry, but I'm sitting with my sisters and brothers," I replied coolly to the sluts. I looked them up and down. Mini mini skirts that showed seventy-five percent of their thighs. Low cut shirts that showed plenty of cleavage. Caked with make-up. Yup, they were sluts.

Lauren and Jessica huffed and left. Mike was at their table talking to a bronze-haired boy. I heard the bronze-haired boy say, "I don't think she'll go out with you. She's not your type, and she definately doesn't seem like a girl who likes to date."

"Watch me, Masen. You'll be eating your words," Mike said before making his way toward me. Oh no.

I ducked my head and pretended to be in an intense conversation with Jasper, who was willingly helping me. Unlike his wife, who sat back, amused.

"Hey, babe," Mike said in what he thought was a seductive voice. Want the truth? He sounded like he had a clogged up nose.

"Hello, Mike. And don't call me 'babe'. I hate it." I was always polite. I don't think Mike even heard me. The Masen boy watched with a smile.

"Sure thing, babe," Mike replied. Rose and Alice were giggling behind their hands and Emmett was shaking with supressed laughter.

Mike grinned and stated, "Do you want to--"

"--go out with you this Saturday? No, and you already asked me that five times." My tone was weary.

I watched Mike slump sadly back to his seat and then looked away because as soon as he sat down, he started making-out with Jessica Stanley. Lauren spat in her head, That little b-- how dare she make-out when I'm not! But of course, I, the most beautiful girl on this planet, will get Edward Masen, the hottest guy on the planet. After all, we were made for each other...

I pulled out of her mind with a grimace. Lauren leaned forward and started to flirt with the bronze-haired boy. Ah, so that was the famous Edward Masen.

"So, Edward, I was thinking, shouldn't we be going out? I am the most beautiful girl and you are the hottest guy," Lauren said in her nasally voice.

Edward's eyes flickered to our table, and I was caught in his gaze. His liquid emerald irises stared into my topaz ones, seeming to break through the walls I hid behind and see the girl I was before my change ninety years ago.

I tried to reach his mind, but it was as if there was no one there. I tried harder. Still nothing. Panic settled in my stomach; this had never happened before! How was it possible this mere human could block one of my powers?

"Hello! Earth to Bella!" Emmett called just loud enough for vampires to hear. He was frantically waving his hand in front of my face.

"I'm here, Emmett," I grumbled, and tore my gaze reluctantly away from the boy.

Rose saw Edward and said, "Oh, I see now. Bella has a crush!"

"No," I snapped. "I can't read his mind! Stop jumping to conclusions!"

When I got tired of my family still teasing me about having a crush, I stood up to go to my next class, biology. No one was there, but Mr. Banner still assigned me to a seat in the middle of the classroom.

I was tidying my stack of unneeded books when it happened.

The door opened and the most delicious scent in the world crashed into me. Venom pooled rapidly in my mouth, and I didn't bother to swallow it. I needed that blood. I leaped out of my seat, not caring who was watching. And pounced.

Author's Note-Tell me if I should continue with Bella's point of view, or if I should switch to Edward's. And if you want to do Edward's, should I start from the beginning or from where I left off?

The pictures of Bella's baby-doll T-shirt and jean mini skirt are on my profile. I have a picture of the shoes too, but they are under Ways To Piss Off Emmett Cullen instead of Secrets Are Not To Be Told. The shoes are the one labeled "Bella's Silver Stilettos".

Please REVIEW! Whoever does gets to steal their favorite Twilight character for two days and two nights! (Keep reviewing and I'll make it more. Lol.)