B POV

I stepped out of the car and said goodbye to my dad, Charlie. I would miss him. I couldn't I let them convince me to go to Hell. I mean college. Forks College. It wasn't even in Forks, that tiny, tiny place was far too small to even have it's own college. It was in Port Angles but for some reason they called it Forks College?! I'll never know why.

I turned around for the last time to look at Charlie and I saw he was crying. God, he was going to start me off in a minute.

"Bye Charlie" I hugged him awkwardly.

"Bye Bells, I'll miss you."

"I know, just don't poison yourself, kay?" Cooking wasn't one of Charlie's strong points. When I lived with him, cooking was one of the only things he couldn't do. That and cleaning.

"I'll try."

"You'd better." I turned again to face the school and then it finally sank in. I was going to college, alone. I don't know anyone and I'll be without Dad and Jake for a long time. Sure they'll visit me and I'll visit them but it won't be the same as seeing them everyday like I was used to. "Dad, If I don't leave now I never will!" He let go of me and took a step back. He climbed into the car and I waved as I drove away.

I was now alone.

I had now been here for half an hour. I'd been to the front desk, received my school timetable and books, Oh yeah, my key to the room to. I wasn't normally away from home for this long or had to stay with the same person to share the room with for such a long time either. I hope she's nice as I'll have to share the room with her for the next couple of years.

My room was on the top floor which was just my luck as I can barely walk up one flight of stairs without falling let alone more than four! I looked down at the key and envelope in my hand. Now would be the best time to open it as I kinda need to know which number my room is.

Isabella Swan

17/80

Alice Cullen.

Alice Cullen, that must be my roommate as it's certainly not me. I mentally hit myself, It was a good thing no one could actually here my thoughts as I say things in my head which are much worse than what I say out loud. (If that's even possible!)

I trudged up the stairs. When I got to the top I realised there was an elevator and could have gone up in that. I'm so stupid sometimes! I walked along the corridor to the end (lucky me!) and put the key in the door. I opened it and I could hear two girls in the adjoining room singing along to a Taylor Swift song. Should have said no I think.

"So Rosie.." I heard a very musical voice say. It was beautiful.

"Don't call me that!" Another voice said.

"You sound just like my brother!" Laughter, it sounded like the tinkering of bells.

"Oh god I do don't I?! I should go now, see you at dinner honey?" I gasped, she might see me and ask why I was listening to their conversation.

"Yeah, by that time my new roomie should be here, I can't wait to meet her!" The first voice said, and it didn't even sound sarcastic! I guess she must be Alice Cullen. The other girl was Rose, Rosie or something like that. I heard a door shut. There must be one in that room too. I reached over and pulled the door open and closed it again.

"Hello?" I asked, half expecting an answer. That's not what I received though.