You guys did review, and I promised I would start another story if you did. So here it is. I have chapter two ready, but I don't know when I will post it...*cough, cough* reviews help. :)

This is ALL HUMAN! Just saying. If anybody wants a good laugh, read my profile. Every time I read the copy-and-paste things, I die of laughter. So funny. I encourage you to spread the laughter and PASTE it on YOURS! Help the bunny take over the world!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's so sad but so true.

Bella Pov

I was so excited. I had a scholarship to Forks University! A full scholarship! So instead of paying to go to some far away college, I would go to Forks! I wouldn't even have to leave the city! I was nearly bouncing up and down in my car.

I was driving to my dorm. Even though I lived in the same city, my scholarship came with a dorm. How could I refuse? I only had to share with my best friend Rosalie. Rosalie was blond, hot, and perfect. If we weren't best buds, I would be extremely jealous of her. Her figure put models to shame. The best part was that it was all real. She never had any type of surgery in her life and never took diet pills. She was pure beauty. Her golden hair flowed to her waist, and her blue eyes were to kill for. If I had seen her on the street, I would assume that she was a snotty cheerleader. But she wasn't. In fact, Rosalie was almost as beautiful inside as outside. She was my only friend in high school. I love her as my sister.

Yet, we could never pass as sisters. I looked nothing like her radiant beauty. My hair was a boring brown, and it matched my dull eyes. Nothing about my screamed pretty but nothing screamed ugly. I was just plain, average, in the middle. I didn't mind. My skin was paler than Rosalie's, as if I were a vampire and she was human. (Ha ha. Couldn't resist.) I remembered when I met Rose. I accidentally bumped into her on my first day of school. Instead of killing me, she helped me up and introduced herself. We were friends ever since. In fact, we are sisters. I love her as family.

Not that I had much family. My mom divorced my dad and was remarried to some guy that I've never met. She lives in Florida. My dad, whom I lived with, was always working at the Police station. He never had time for me. It wasn't his fault, but it still hurt.

I braked as a blue Vanquish cut me off. It sped down the road as the car behind me bumped into my truck. I froze. Oh no. I could not afford to pay for someone else's car. I looked in my rear view mirror, and I nearly fainted. It was a bright yellow Porsche. I scrambled out of my car over to it. "I am so sorry!" I apologized to the owner, who got out of her car as well.

She was very short. Very. And she was thin. She had black spikes of hair and designer clothes. I groaned. She would have money for a lawyer. "No, I'm so sorry." She apologized to me. Wait, what? "If my Tanya hadn't cut you off, this wouldn't have happened. Are you and your truck alright?" She questioned, concern in her voice instead of anger.

"Um, y-yeah." I stuttered, surprised that she cared. She sighed in relief. "I'm Alice Cullen." She said extending her hand.

"Bella Swan." I blushed as her head snapped up at my name.

"Bella Swan, as in C667 Floor 8?" She asked me.

"Um, yeah. I think so." I answered, confused. "That's my room. How-"

I was interrupted by her squeal. "We're roommates! Well, sort of. My dorm is right over one, and our dorms are connected with a door. I'm so excited! Now I just have to meet Rosalie Hale." She mused, thinking.

"She's my best friend." I told her honestly. "I'm sure you two will love each other."

She beamed. "Oh, yay! I'm so excited! But we kind of need to get out of the street. A cop will come. Talk later, Bella?"

"Er, yeah. Sure." I was startled that she wanted to hang out with me. We both climbed into our cars and had just began driving when a cop car showed up. I was amazed at how lucky we were. (AN:Alice can See the future, but she's still human)

I parked in the parking lot and headed towards the office. I walked up to the receptionist. "Excuse me," I started to talk but I was cut off.
"Move!" A nasally voice ordered me. "I need my room key!"

"Yeah, well, tough luck." I replied, surprised at my sudden courage. "I need mine." She hissed before sinking sharp fake nails into my arms. I yelped but refused to move.

"Isabella Swan." I told the boy at the desk. He eyed me, his gaze lingering on my lips. He typed something into the computer before selecting a key. "Room C667 Floor 8. If you need a guide, ask me." He winked at me. "Or, if you want some coffee, that works too, Izzy." I felt my blood run cold but I forced a smile and thanked him. I was about to grab my key when someone whacked me with a purse.

As I turned around, I saw the fakest girl in my life. Her dyed blond hair was horribly done; her black roots still showed. And her body, all plastic, was barely concealed behind clothing. I looked at her with disgust. It was girls like these that made life awful.

"I said to, like, move." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you too stupid to understand?" "Are you too stupid to understand? I wasn't moving for you, you plastic freak." I shot back. She slapped me across the cheek. Then she tried to throw punches at me, missing each time as I ducked. I laughed outright at her. But then she whistled, and a boy came running to her.

"Make her suffer." She told him, grinning as he approached me. I gulped. A girl I could handle. A tall guy in a football jersey, not so much.
He kicked me in the stomach, and I gasped, falling to the ground. He yanked me up by my hair, and my feet dangled off the floor. Tears sprung to my eyes. My scalp was on fire.

Suddenly the boy was gone, and I fell painfully to the floor with a thud. I moaned. I saw two boys along with the boy who attacked me. One boy was lanky and blond, while the other had dark hair and serious muscles. I watched them, massaging my throbbing head. The burly guy had my attacker in a headlock, while the other was cautiously approaching me.

"Are you alright?" His low, southern voice asked me. I looked up, tears still in my eyes.

"Y-yes." I lied. "T-thanks."

He seemed unconvinced. I avoided his pitying gaze. My eyes landed on the buff guy, who kicked the boy where the sun didn't shine. He groaned as he collapsed to the ground.

The massive guy caught my eye, and he smiled. "Hey," He said softly. "You okay?" I nodded, and my head spun. I gasped out loud, clutching my head. "Yeah," He spoke doubtfully, "sure you are." Then I fainted into black.

"She's awake!" A voice cheered as I opened my eyes. The two boys were anxiously hovering over me.

"I'm Jasper Whitlock." The lean one said.

"Emmett Cullen." The larger one spoke excitedly. His eagerness reminded me of Alice. "Bella Swan." I mumbled, blushing.

Emmett laughed. "Look at her face- it's all red!" He boomed, and I winced. I had one major headache. Jasper noticed.

"Dude, quiet down. Look at her; she's obviously in pain." I smiled gratefully at him.

"Who was she?" I asked in a whisper. Their eyes tightened.

"Tanya Denali." Emmett answered. "She's the queen of the b-"

"Emmett." Jasper warned.

"Fine." He pouted. "She's queen of the female dogs. Happy, Jazzy-poo?"

Jasper growled. "It's Jasper."

"Really? Because Alice calls you Jazzy-poo..." Was he referring to the Alice I had met earlier?

"Really?" He asked excitedly.

"Nope." Emmett smirked as Jasper's face fell. "She calls you Jazzy, though." His eyes lit up again.

I tried to stand up to sneak away, but I stumbled. Emmett caught me before I hit the ground. "Dude, are you seriously trying to escape from us?" He asked incredulously. He slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, wary of my aching stomach. "It's not that simple, believe me." He chuckled as he and Jasper began walking toward the elevator. I protested him carrying me, but he insisted, and I couldn't really get down. So I just huffed and crossed my arms together. "What floor?" He asked me.

"Eight." I answered. He whistled. "Don't take the stairs." He warned me. I snorted. "Genius, Emmett. Your wisdom awes me." I spoke sarcastically, and he laughed while Jasper snickered.

"You're very entertaining Bella." He shook his head. "I won't give you advice ever again."

"Doubt that." I mumbled, and Jasper burst out laughing while Emmett rolled his eyes. He mumbled something about me being right though. The elevator door opened on Floor 5. "Sorry, Bells." Jasper explained sheepishly. "I'm heading home. See y'all later!"

The doors closed. "Now that we're alone..." Emmett teased. I tried to smack him, but he only laughed. "Dude," He shook his head. "I would never hurt my new sister. You know I was joking."

I was thrilled that he thought of me as his new little sister. It was so sweet. I loved him already, as a brother. I was deeply touched that he accepted me as family. I already had two siblings now: Rose and Emmett. I smiled. I could get used to having a family.
The doors opened, and Emmett carried me outside. Only to find a very, very, very, very furious Rosalie. I gulped.

How'd you like it, people? Please review. It'll make me so happy! Also, here's a shou tout to

AllApologies451994 and foreverandalways909, and

twialleyholic-OCD I love all my amazing reviewers!!

-Belmo