CHAPTER ONE: Meet The "Dorm-Mates"!

This is so so so unfair! I thought to myself in vain.

Last summer, I was forced to go to a part thrown by a girl named Jennifer Angston. The whole Junior class was invited. So my two best friends, Alyssa and Chad, made me go with them. Ugh. There were drinks, but I didn't get drunk and neither did Alyssa or Chad. They were there for me through everything; the only two people I could trust in the world after everyone else stopped talking to me. They were also the only two who knew what actually happened to me. But they swore that they would never say a thing to anyone, and they never did. Thank god!

They both went to get drinks and my phone started to ring so I went into one of the bedrooms. Stupid, huh? I know. Then a drunk Dillon Swether came in and raped me and told me that if anyone besides the two of us found out, he would kill me. So I never told anyone. But when people seen me and him walk out of the bedroom together later that night, rumors started and I became the "School Slut".

In result I became depressed and started to cut my arms. Sometimes my legs, too. My mom, Renee and my father, Charlie had enough of my "moping" and then they found out that I cut myself. Not that they cared. Even so, I wouldn't talk. So they've sent me to a boarding school in California. Joy.

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"Why?! Why are you doing this to me?! God, I hate you!" I yelled to my parents, ugh. How could they do this to me? This is my life here, Hello!? I'm so gonna die.

"It's for the best, Bella!" Yeah, ruining my life is so for the best! I thought. "And don't you dare talk to me and your mother that way!" my father yelled. "If we didn't love you, then we wouldn't be sending you there." Yeah, right.

"What the hell ever. I still hate you both." I said, and with that I turned and got on to the plane.

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So now I'm here, somewhere in southern CA, standing outside the door of what is to be my new dorm room. I was to share with two other chicks. Well I might as well get on with it, I thought to myself. I put my key in the door, turned it, and walked in with my stuff. Two girls came to the living room to greet me.

The first was tall, elegant. She was beautiful. Her hair was honey blond and fell straight down her back. She smiled at me. The second was shorter, almost sort of pixie-like with her short, black hair spiking in every direction around her face. Though she was still pretty, to the extremes. She was smiling at me also. She was the first to speak.

"Hello. I'm Mary Alice Brandon. You can call me Alice, though." She said warmly.

"And I'm Rosalie Lillian Hale, but I go by Rose." She smiled.

"Hey, whassup? I'm Bella." I said, smiling back at them. They each hugged me and showed me where my room was. I put all of my things away.

"No offense, but is that what you normally wear?" Alice asked me.

"Um, yeah. Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked. I was wearing a long sleeved tight shirt with a very ripped up bright red tank top over it along with my favorite black ripped skinny jeans and my usual red Converse.

"Nothing. She just thinks she's fashion queen of the world." Rose laughed. "Don't take it too personally, she does that to everybody." She added as Alice went through my drawers.

"Ahh," was my brilliant reply.

"Why are all of your shirts long sleeved?" Alice asked.

"I... uh... um... I like long sleeves because I don't... uhh…like my arms." That was my excuse. What? I wasn't going to tell her, 'Oh, it's because I hate my life so I cut myself and don't want anyone to find out.' They would just think I was mental. She just shrugged her shoulders, thankfully.

"You know what, Alice we should meet up with the guys at that restaurant so they can meet Bella, and Bella them." Rose chirped.

"Oh my god, we should! I'll go call Jazz right now." Who's Jazz? I thought. "Wait, are you okay with this, Bella?" She asked.

"Yeah, it'd be nice to know a few extra people on Monday." I grinned sheepishly.

"Okay." Rose and I followed her down to the kitchen where she had left her cell. We waited until their convo was over. "They said they'll be there in half an hour." She informed us. We nodded. "Oh Bella you just have to let me choose your outfit!"

"No way, Ally." I said sternly.

"Aww, c'mon pleeeease?!" She begged. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine but the clothes come from my own shit." I wasn't going to let her make me wear short sleeves. She agreed and pulled me into the room. She went to my drawers and handed me a pile of clothes she had picked for me.

"You have 15 minutes to take a shower and get changed. Go."

"Kk." I said and headed into my bathroom. I quickly took my shower and threw on the clothes. I ended up wearing lime green ripped skinny jeans and a pink long sleeved shirt with my black converse. Alice did my make up and Rose did my hair. When they were done, I had to admit it. I looked pretty. No, I looked hot. "Okay, you look great. They just texted me, said they got us a table. They're waiting. Hello, let's go!" She said. And with that, we were off.