Hey Guys, this is the First story I've uploaded onto Fanfiction, although i've been a member for over a year. I just love reading other peoples storys. I've written some of this story already using different names but i believe it fits Bella and twilight brilliantly so i want to see how it goes. Let me know if you like it = )

Chapter One:

The Masquerade

Bella nervously makes her way across the ballroom floor, holding her dress for dear life. She knows she shouldn't be here, they directly told her she wasn't invited or accepted. But she had to come, had to see if it was true.

The couples around her gracefully glide across the dance floor, the girls in their tightly bound corseted dresses, lavishes of fabric trailing down to the floor. She imagines that the balls in the 1800's weren't so extravagant, or so expensive. Each of these floor length dresses having at least three zeros on the end of the price tag, made by world renowned designers. She wonders if her peers can tell her dress is from 'Marty's Party & Costume Hire'.

The church is lit with thousands of candles spread throughout the decaying hall. The aroma of vanilla and wild berries a subtle yet effective technique, spreading a feeling of calm and peace throughout the crowd, she would know as she picked their scents last year. The candles flames create an eerie glow, shadows dancing across the walls. If she wasn't so terrified of being noticed and punished she would have found the scene beautiful, something she would like to sketch. She could imagine her hand making the graceful sweeps across the paper, focusing on the way the shadows seemed to caress everyone but her. She was alone in the dark.

The illuminated dance floor was surrounded by tables hastily deserted for the chance to dance in the New Year. The red table clothes would be the most expensive imported silk, Bella knows the Trio would not have it any other way. The tables are crowded with an abundant of food, ranging from meat platters, to caviar to fondue sets. She knows the waste from these parties could feed a small army now, if only she knew it a year ago when she could of made a difference.

The table centre pieces would be the most expensive item in the church, a candle holder which holds three, the centre candle being the highest. They look like they were pulled right out of a castle in the 16th century the gold pieces scattered with red gems obviously Rubies. While their beauty is breathtaking Bella knows they're there to signify the Trios power held on the school. She would know best, after all they did make her a social leper in a matter of days.

Bella pushes her way across the crowded dance floor, through the group of drunken party goers counting down the New Year, people she use to call her friends.

"Ten"

As she tumbles through the suffocating walls of the crowd, she sees the sight she came to see, the sight that breaks her heart. The trio is sitting at the main table surrounded by a group of praising followers. It is easy to spot Victoria in the middle, even with her Venetian mask she is easy to identify from her trademark red curls cascading down her back.

"Eight"

Victoria her best friend the girl she grew up with. Bella's memory flash behind her eyelids. Victoria and her making cupcakes with their nannies at the ages of five, Victoria and her reading their first gossip magazine and at the age of nine the two of them buying their first Chanel bags.

"Six"

Victoria now the head of the Trio, ever since Bella's family declared bankruptcy and Bella was instantly demoted from the head of the school, from her social standing, from her friends. From that day forward since her family had dropped three zip codes she had been a social outcast although she hadn't changed herself. But that was the way it was at Perseverance Grammar.

"Four"

But the sight that hurt to look at, the sight she was here to see yet didn't believe was her one love Jacob with his arms wrapped around Victoria with a look of devotion on his face. Her boyfriend from the age of six who confessed his love for her at the age of twelve, who announced he would marry her at her 18th birthday six months ago. Yet the same boy who has shunned her since her social isolation began.

"Two"

That should be her place, comforted in his arms, surrounded by her friends and devoted followers. But alas, she did not belong any more, nor did she want too. She realised her old life was fiction. Fake and make belief to the final page. A story she didn't want to star in anymore. But the two people she loved most were part of that world which hurt her most.

"Happy New Years!" Chorused the hall.

As Jacob leaned down for his New Years kiss their eyes connected. Bella could swear he could see through her facade of feathers and glitter, she saw the boy she fell in love, the boy she still loved, hidden in those dark brown eyes. But then she realised it wasn't true; he turned back to Victoria and broke their love with a kiss.

Bella runs from the church and collapses on the outside steps out of breath, with make up running down her cheeks, vowing never to return. And while she wished Jacob would chase her out she knew life was no fairytale.

Edward lovers don't stress! The cullens will be coming in very soon! I am Team Edward after all. So what did you guys think of it?

Love Jazz. xxo