Hey guys this is my new story Twisted translation. Hope you enjoy it as much as my other stories :)

Chapter 1- The beginning.

I watched the sun rise remembering my human years

I heard Johns thoughts.

Time to get ready for your first day at school.

He didnt need to speak to me to get ready. Because we both knew I could hear his thoughts and everyone elses quite clearly. I raced into my closet and picked up a pair of Skinny Jeans, a plain blue camisole and my vintage black leather jacket. I grabbed a my oversized Louis Vuitton hand bag chucking a few books in. Today I was going back to an American school for the first time since the beginning of my transformation. I picked up my Ipod and my sidekick chucking them in my bag. I raced down the stairs and gave John a kiss on the lips.

"Isabella! We have to keep up pretenses."

I rolled my eyes. "don't you like it vhen I kizz you." I fluttered my lashes. My french Accent purring

He smiled and gave me a quick kiss. "You know I can't resist you."

Damn right I can't, but if someone see's me kissing my supposed ward. Then the shit hits the fan.

I rolled my eyes. "Should I go with zee blonde 'air or brown?" I asked shaking my hair changing it from blonde to dark brunett.

He pretened to think about placing a finger over his lip. Blonde no competition. "Brunette." He joked. I shook my head and made it a dazzling platnim blonde.

"You're beautiful no matter what."

I smiled knowing that already. "Zhank you John." I purred.

I gave him a kiss and walked out to the garage looking to see what car to take.

Take the Vanquish,Take the Vanquish,Take the Vanquish,Take the Vanquish,Take the Vanquish. John thought in his head. I smiled and walked back inside.

"Why do you want me to take zee Vanquish?"

he tried not to think about it. "I-I-I." He stuttered and then finally thought about it. I bought her a car for a surpise and it is going to be in place of the vanquish.

I jumped up and down and screamed. "Arghhh zank you zo much 'John." I hugged him. "Tell me, vhat iz zee colour?"

"Yellow." I clapped my hands. "Iz it zee new Cayman porsche?"

He nodded. My eyes widened. "Oh my god! 'John you knew I vas going to buy zat for myzelf!" I slapped his arm playfully.

"I know but I wanted to treat you."

I kissed him again and grabbed the Vanquishes keys.

"Au revoir" I called out and drove away.

I was going a hundred over the speed limit but I didn't care. I loved speed it was programed into my DNA when I got turned.

I drove around the little town and found the school. I was just about to park when I received a text message I flipped open my phone and noticed immediately who it was from

From: Marc Jacobs

To: Isabella Swan

Isabella, s'il vous plaît Je vous en prie, s'il vous plaît revenir et un modèle pour moi! Vous êtes mon inspiration. Vous me manquez et toutes ces nuits que nous avons passés ensemble à regarder le coucher du soleil. Je ne pourrai jamais dire que vous êtes secret, mais s'il vous plaît. xox

(In english: Isabella, please I beg of you please come back and model for me! You are my inspiration. I miss you and all those nights we spent together watching the sunset. I will never tell you're secret but please.)

I smiled and texted back

From: Isabella Swan

To: Marc Jacobs

Marc, je suis désolé, mais je devais y aller, où John a été l'affaire et je sais que vous n'aurez jamais le dire. Je m'ennuie de nos nuits ensemble aussi. Je visite très bientôt mais j'ai besoin de travailler sur mes études, et bientôt, les gens se demandent si la beauté que Marc Jacobs a de modèle pour lui, l'âge. Je suis désolé, mais je ne peux pas le risque de nous exposer. Vous me manquez, ainsi xox

(Marc, I am sorry but I had to go where John's business was and I know you will never tell. I miss our nights together aswell. I will visit sometime soon but I need to work on my schooling and soon people would wonder if the beauty that Marc Jacobs had model for him would age. I am sorry but I cannot risk exposing us. I miss you as well xox)

Soon after he replied again.

From: Marc

To: Isabella

Très bien, ma douce Isabella, mais s'il vous plaît dites-moi ce que vous pensez de vous-cadeau lorsque vous rentrez. Vous êtes bien sûr de l'inspiration et il ya seulement trois dans le monde
Je t'aime et que vous manquez Marc xox

(Alright, my sweet Isabella but please tell me what you think of you're gift when you come home. You are of course the inspiration and there is only three in the world

I love you and miss you Marc xox)

I smiled and knew I didn't have to reply until I got back home and saw the gift he sent me.

I parked in the schools parking and noticed a lot of eyes on me.

-Wow its the new girl, hot ride. I bet she's loaded.

-Oh my god, she's so pretty I have got to be her friend.

-Damn I'd just like to grab her and throw her against the lockers and....

I quickly stopped listening to the horrendous thoughts of that boy and walked into the office.

"Bonjour, mon nom est Isabella Swan, je suis nouveau ici et je me dit de venir au bureau." I said to the beriddled office attendant.

She's absolutly georgeous, but I had no Idea what she had just said maybe I should nodd my head.. No no no that wouldn't do what if she said something that had a no answer gosh I have now flabbergasted myself and I was being rude to the young lady.

"Im sorry dear, but I have no idea what your saying. Can you speak english?" she asked slightly embarrassed.

"Argh but of course, I am zorry, eet'z juzt zis iz my first time in America, I fergot zat no one speakz Français az commonly 'ere." I said if I was human my cheeks would be a fiery red.

"My name iz Isabella' Swan and I am New 'ere." I said smiling.

She nodded her head. "Oh yes, well here is all the stuff you need. There's a form in there that you need to get filled out after dismissal of every class." She handed me a pink folder. I smiled at her.

She looks oddly fimilar. I wonder. The lady picked up her vogue magazine and saw the picture of me on the cover from when I modeled for Marc Jacobs.

It can't be why would the nameless beauty come to Forks? Why indeed? I thought to myself.

"Well zank you for everyzink." I smiled and walked out.

Nameless beauty hah! Marc only called me that once and suddenly that was my modelling name.

-Shes French damn thats hot.

-i could just imagine kissing those pale pouting lips. Another hormonal boy thought. I rolled my eyes, if only they knew what would happen if my lips came close to there skin.

I put the buds of my ipod in to try and drown out the annoying thoughts of hormonal teenagers. I walked to my new class but was delayed because there was a huge crowd outfront of my classroom. There was a group of guys picking on this little guy. I took the buds out and listened to the pain coming out of the little boy.

-Oh my god. Not again. I wish I could just speak and tell them to leave me alone. The little guy's voice said.

-Hah lets see what the shrimp has to say.

-i don't think we should be doing this.

-Look at him he's not even screaming.

I couldnt take it anymore. I ran inbetween the teasing and glared daggars at the dickheads picking on the poor boy.

"Vhat do you zink you are doing to zis poor guy?" I asked. Argh I cant wait until I cant speak english properlly again.

"Move it babe." The dickhead who called the boy a shrimp. - I'd like to throw her around and thrash her.

"Excusez-moi?!" I said angrily.

"I said move it babe or can't you understand english?" He blew me a kiss.

"I vish you vouldn't pick on people who 're smaller zen you. It ez not very nice." I said trying to keep calm.

He lost interest in the boy and walked towards me. I saw the smaller boy run away.

"Listen I don't know how things go in France or whereever the hell you're from but I am boss here and you do as I say." His eyes tightened. I just smiled and nodded. I will get him back.

I walked into class and sat in a seat in the back. The teacher looked up from writing stuff on the bored and smiled.

-She must be the new girl. Gosh she's very pretty, maybe even prettier then That Rosalie Cullen girl.

I walked to the front of the class. Though the bell hadn't rung. I still thought It would be polite to introduce myself.

"Ah, Bonjour. My name iz Isabella Swan." I held out my hand.

The teacher smiled. "Ah yes. My name is Mrs. Bailey." -She's very polite must be because of her parents. Parents in france always teach their children to be polite.

"So how do you like America?" She asked me. I smiled this lady was very nice.

"Uh eet iz very different. I havn't been 'ere for a very long time."

She brow furrowed. I thought it said it was her first time here in America.

"Vhat I mean iz, I 'avn't left Paris in a very long time." I smiled and she smiled as well. I walked back to my chair and sat patiently for class to start.

Cursing myself for the almost slip up.

Sorry for the spelling errors the speller checker seems to not like my old computer (my laptops in the store) anyways review

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