Chapter 1
"Bella! Bella! Are you up?" the sound of my mother's voice rang from the intercom. I sighed. I was never a morning person and whenever someone woke me up via intercom, I tended to be a little grouchy.
"Bella?"
"I'm up!" I threw back my sheets and went to the shower. I always started the day with a shower, I found my strawberry shampoo extremely soothing as it washed away the sleep from my eyes and unknotted my muscles. I sighed after the ten minute mark, knowing that I had to get out. I quickly changed into a pair of black sweats and ran down the stairs.
"Morning." I said as I went to the fridge to get some orange juice.
"Hey, sleep well?" my mother, Esme asked.
"Are your bruises from the balance beam fall still bothering you?" my dad, Carlisle asked, looking up from his morning paper.
"No, I really didn't sleep well at all. The bruises are mostly on my sides, so I can't really sleep like I normally do." There was no need to tell them that I was losing sleep over whether or not my acceptance letter to Meyer's Performing Arts School was coming or not. I grabbed an old copy of Vogue and sat down at the breakfast table. My mother was looking through a fabric swatch booklet, trying to decide what color our new couch should be. I was reading an interview with Coco Chanel (I told you it was old, my mother loves to collect antique anything), when my older brother, Emmett came in through the door.
Emmett is huge. He is 6'5", muscular, and looks like an assasin. His curly brown hair is always cut short, his pale skin has huge muscles under it. But he's my teddy bear. He does anything that I need him to, whether it is to crack jokes or beat someone up.
"Mail's here." he said.
"Anything good?" Dad asked.
"Well, there are some magazines and postcard for Mom, the bills and a few letters for you, a letter for me, and a letter that's addressed to both me and Bella." He handed the right mail to the correct family member. When he gave me my letter, I already knew what it was before I even opened it.
"AH!!" I screamed.
"WHAT?!" three pairs of eyes look at me, alarmed.
"WE'RE GOING TO MEYER'S SCHOOL OF THE PERFORMING ARTS!"
"Congrats!" my mother exclaimed.
"You deserve this." my dad said.
"Whoa, wait, what did you mean when you said 'we'?" Emmett asked, confused. I blushed, I hadn't informed my family of this part of the plan.
"Um, well, you see, when I was registering, I saw that they offered football there as an art, so I kinda, maybe, possibly signed you up also." I must've been beet red by now. His face went from confused to happiness. I blew out a big breath, glad that he wasn't going to kill me. That was the wrong thing to do at the moment, because he pulled me into one of his bear hugs that, as, usual, cut off all the air and circulation from my 5'4", 100 pound body.
"Em, put her down. She looks like she's about to burst a vein." Dad said. Emmett put me down, smiling sheepishly.
"Sorry, you just got me into one of the world's most prestigious boarding schools and I almost suffocate you."
"No problem, I'm used to it." He grinned at my comment. I drained the rest of my juice, rinsed my cup, kissed my parents on the cheek, punched fists with Em, and said, "We only have a week to pack everything, so I'm gonna go and start already." I walked up the spiral stairs, thinking this is going to be the time of my life!