Hey. I'm writing a new story. I think. We'll see how it turns out. Though, truly, I'm not sure if I'll like it. If you get any ideas for it at any point in time, tell me, please. DO NOT JUST TAKE THIS STORY! I'd feel pretty good if you asked to use the main plot. Not if you just took it. I'd feel horrible and violated. No one wants to feel that.

Okay. Anywho, this story is probably just gonna be a random. I think I'm gonna use the 'Game Show Plot.' I've seen it before. So, I'm gonna ask darlin..you if they mind me using it. If you're reading this, then she said I could.

Enjoy.

Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. (Please use this disclaimer throughout my story. Kthanks.)

BPOV

"Bella, Alice, Rosalie! Come here please." I heard Charlie yell from downstairs.

Charlie is actually my father. He and Renee adopted Alice and Rosalie. Alice when she was younger, around the age of 4 years old. Her parents were abusive so since Charlie was Chief he was able to pull some strings and get her. She was my first real best friend. Rosalie was adopted after her parents died. Rosalie was 7 years old when she was adopted. She's a year older than Alice and myself. Did I mention that she is devistatingly beautiful? Cause she is. Alice is kind of like a little pixie. She's short with short spiky black hair. She's pretty beautiful, too. And then theres me. Isabella Swan. I prefer Bella. I'm average height. Not fat, but I think I could still lose a few pounds. I've got wavy chocolate brown hair that goes to the middle of my waist. Chocolate brown eyes, too. They're the best part of me.

"Bella, are you listening to us?" Renee asked.

"Huh? What? Oh, um, no, mom. Sorry. I kind of spaced off. What are we talking about?"

"We're discussing the game show, sweetie. Pay attention."

"Sure, mom."

The game show. It's another one of those ridiculous shows that has people trying to find their 'one true love' on. Thanks to Charlie and Renee, that's what we got. It's called 'One True Love,' I know not very original, but I suppose it might be fun. One of our friends, Angela, is gonna be helping us through it. Thank god.

"So, it's settled. You'll all be on One True Love. Oh, this is a joy! My babies are gonna fall in love!" Renee crowed.

"Oh, Renee, calm down. This is exactly what we want. Grandchildren." I heard Charlie say.

"What? Gra-Grandchildren? Aren't we a little.. Young?" I sputtered.

"Oh, Bella. You and Alice are 20. Rosalie is 21. I was 18 when I had you. You're overdue."

My mouth fell open and I could feel myself get a little mad. She was always doing this! Comparing me to her, like I was supposed to be EXACTLY like her!

"Come on, Bella!" Alice and Rosalie yelled, dragging me up the stairs to one of our hang out rooms. Yeah, did I mention we're extremely freakin' rich? Well, we are. Like a big 3 story house with at least 5 bathrooms and 9 bedrooms. We've got 3 hang out rooms. At the moment, we were in the one with the glass wall.

"Can you believe her? I am not her! I refuse to have a child at this age!" I nearly yelled.

"Bella, we know. Calm down. Here." Rosalie said, handing me a nice chocolate shake. That always calmed me down. Just hand me a shake and I'm good.

"Go pack, Bella! We have to leave soon! Like, by tonight!" Alice was yelling.

I sighed. I forgot that we'd have to leave earlier than planned. We had to get 'daddys' hotel and help Angela come up with the first few challenges. I walked to my room and prayed that Alice hadn't gotten to my closet, yet. She hadn't. Thank god. I started throwing jeans and t-shirts and skirts and blouses and dresses into 5 suitcases that were layed out on my bed. I was only packing skirts, blouses, and dresses so Alice and Rosalie wouldn't kill me.

Two hours later

"Char-dad! Come help me!" I yelled down the stairs. I had already lugged my suitcases to the top of the stairs and that was a far as I was gonna lug them. I may not have been really girly, but I certainly knew how to be a princess. Thanks, dad, for teaching me that.

Within minutes, Charlie had come up the stairs and started taking my suitcases downstairs to put in the limo. The hotel wasn't very far away and it was on a very large private estate. Charlie was nice enough to let us pick which one of his many hotels we wanted to use. We chose Verità. Bella. Rosa., which means 'Truth. Beautiful. Rose.' He used the meaning from my name and Alices name and used Rose for Rose.

The whole way there, though, I had to listen to Alice and Rose talk about what kind of guys would be there and who would be perfect for them. I didn't participate in that conversation. We managed to arrive on time, a first for us, and we got out. The bellhops were already taking our things. I turned to the driver. "Thanks so much, Bayard. (Pronounced Bay-yard) You're the greatest."

"No problem, Miss Bella." He replied, smiling.

I turned to the hotel and saw that it was more extravagant than we thought.

'This WILL be perfect.' I thought to myself before heading towards the grand-looking doors.

Hey. Hope you enjoyed this. I enjoyed writing it.

Thanks darlin..you for letting me use this plot. I have a feeling it will be tons of fun. =)

Tabbs