I'm Yours

a/n: this is the first fanfic that I have written on my own!! all human. whole story in BPOV

Disclaimer: I own nothing

"Why?" I asked my dad for what seems like the zillionth time. "Because Bella." he replied once again with a sigh. "That's not fair," I complained. "Lifes not fair Bells," he shot right back. If you are wondering what we're talking about I'll tell you. Eight words, my dad is sending me to boarding school.

I pouted a little as my dad surpressed a smile. My dad, Charlie Swan, owns a big company. My dad is a secret agent and has to go to Mexico under cover. The only way to do that is if he gets rid of me. So what's a good way to so that? Oh yeah, bording school.

"Come on Bells, it'll be fun," he says, "And you'll meet new friends." "So your sending me to the most expensive school in the world hoping I will meet friends when I can barly make friends in the small town of Forks?" I questioned him. "Oh come on Bella you're already registered and have to roommates which you can make friends with and you're packed already."

"Fine I'll go," I said making a disgusted face, "but I probably won't like it." "That's my girl," he said giving me a mock punch in the arm.

I grabbed my suitcase, cell phone, and Ipod, hopped into my old Chevy and left my dad waving in the drive way. When I got to the airport I went through security and sat in the waiting room.

As I waited I turned on my Ipod and started listening to Hot 'n Cold by Katy Perry. When the chorus came on I couldn't help but sing along.

No one knows this but I have a hidden talent. That talent is singing. Even if I'm really quite someone always hears me and gives me compliments. Like I said this talent is secret and I have to be really careful around people I know. One of those people is in fact my best friend Jacob Black.

All of a sudden I get pulled out of my thoughts by the announcer saying that it's time to board the plane and since my dad is rich so I ended up in a first class seat. And, of course, just when I think I have the seat to my self this girl (who looks like a pixie) walks up and just so happens to have the seat next to me. So I scooted over and she said in a pretty, musical voice, "I'm sorry that you had to move also I'm Alice" "Bella," I say with a smile

Corry its short I'll update when you reveiw,

~Beth