I was relieved when I pulled into the parking lot and saw that my car wouldn't completely look out of place, well not if I parked it in the right spot. There were five other cars like mine, meaning it didn't look like it was made fifty years ago and the rust wasn't the only thing holding it together, I was relieved when I saw the empty spot next to the deep red convertible BMW. Don't get me wrong I'm not a snob, I just really don't want the attention, I wanted to blend in, disappear in the crowd, unfortunately my car stopped me doing that. Pulling my 2006 Mustang GT Deluxe into the empty space I sighed as I looked up at my new home.

Forks High Boarding School, joy. I hate Froks, it's a typical small town, where everyone knows everyone else's business, complete with generation after generation of the same families all secluded under a near constant cover of clouds and rain.

The only other person who's hatred of Forks could rival my own is my mother. She had lived here her entire life and married my father straight out of high school. Their marriage had lasted precisely 17 months, by which time I had been born. I was four months old when my mum up and left taking me with her. We moved to New York and my mum made a name for herself as a designer, RBNY was now one of the featured labels in Vogue and Harper's, putting my mum up there with Ralph, Calvin and Jean Paul, not to mention my personal favorite Coco.

The only give away that I was in a school was the number of kids that were around, the building itself looked less like a school and more like Croft Manner from Tomb Raider. Bags over my shoulder and suitcase in hand, I made my way over to the littler reception area.

"Hello Dear, can I help you?" A plump little red headed woman asked as I approached the desk.

"I'm Bella Swan." I replied making no attempt to hide my lack of enthusiasm.

"Of course you are," She gushed "we've been expecting you. Your Dad sent over all your things and they've been put in your room."

She wasn't impressed with my lame excuse of a smile. I have a really close relationship with my mom, the extent of my relationship with my father is... our DNA matches.

"Right, now here's your ID, your class schedule and your room key. Your uniform will be on your bed and you will receive all your books in your classes on tomorrow, if you have any problems don't be afraid to ask for help. Ah Miss Webber..." The woman called as a kind looking girl walked passed the desk. "I was wondering if you could be a dear and do me a favour? Would you kindly show Bella here to her room? Thank you dear." She finished before walking back into the office behind the desk.

"Hey I'm Angela, but everyone calls me Ang."

"Bella," I replied.

"Do you need a hand with your bags, there's a lot of stairs." Angela smiled kindly, but I could see the hesitation behind her eyes.

"Sure thanks." I replied handing her one of my bags, "So tell me is she always that patronizing?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Angela laughed as we began to make our way upstairs, "Um... I don't mean to be rude but are your bags real?" she asked looking between my Louis Vuitton bags and my suitcase.

"Yeah, they are." I smiled, "Don't worry your not the first to ask." I offered in reassurance. Angela seemed nice, like a person I could really get on with.

We made general conversation on the way up to the dorms, it seemed Angela was one of those people that you wouldn't call popular, but everyone knew her, she was a genuinely nice girl.

"Hey what room are you in?" She asked as we came to the first floor of the dorms.

"Er... 518." I replied checking the number on my key.

"Wow...really." she replied.

"Yeah, why?" I asked in confusion.

"Nothing, it's just not many people live on the fifth floor." She explained.

"Why, has it got roaches or something?" I asked nervously.

"No...exactly the opposite. The fifth floor is... I guess you could call it the equivalent of the Upper East side."

"Ah, and let me guess the people are the same as those on the Upper east side? Completely obnoxious." I laughed hoping to erase the awkwardness, to my relief she laughed.

"Yeah, but there are a couple that are pretty cool." She replied.

Our conversation lasted long enough that we were now on the elusive fifth floor. Looking around I couldn't really see any difference form the previous floors, yeah it had a better view, but not by much.

"Here we are 518." Angela announced as we stopped in front of the door.

I pulled my key out and opened the door, I walked straight in and dumped my stuff on the bed. Looking around I suddenly understood why, it wasn't a dorm it was a small apartment, it had two rooms a lounge type area and a bedroom, it was open plan so there were no doors, except for one which I guessed was the bathroom. I looked around to see that I didn't have a closet I had a walk in, I also noticed that there was a large fridge in one corner of the lounge with a microwave perched on top. It was all decorated in shades of cream, brown and gold making it feel warm and homey.

"WOW" Angela commented as she took in the room.

"Yeah not exactly what I was expecting." I replied, making Angela laugh.

"Where do you want this?" She asked gesturing to my bag on her shoulder.

"Oh god I'm so sorry," I fussed taking the bag from her.

"It's ok" she smiled as I threw the bag in the bedroom. "So... um...I'll let you get unpacked then....um, maybe I'll see you round campus." she added uncomfortably, giving me the impression that she more than frequently received the brush off.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to." I offered.

"It's ok, I don't wanna get in your way." she replied shyly.

"You won't be, honestly." I smiled.

"You sure?"

"Course, I like having a friend around when I'm unpacking." I laughed.

"Ok, what do you want me to do?" She asked, obviously expecting me to make her help me unpack.

"I want you to sit down on that very comfy looking couch and tell me where you think things should go." I replied as I steered her over to the couch before gently pushing her down, making her laugh.

After two hours of unpacking I joined Angela on the couch.

"I hate unpacking" I moaned as I flopped down next to her.

"I can't believe you've got cable up here." Angela replied as she flicked through the music channels.

The TV was the one of the first things I unpacked and set up, right after my stereo, a girls gotta have her priorities.

"How much have you got left?" Angela asked.

"Well the lounge is now officially done, so just the bathroom bedroom and closet, and that's gonna take a while." I laughed.

"In which case you shouldn't have sat down. Come on I'll give you a hand" She smiled as she pulled me off the couch.

Another three hours later and we were done, finally.

"You have a lot of stuff." Angela laughed, as we flopped down on my queen size.

"Tell me about it. What do guys do for food around here? I'm starving." I groaned as my stomach decided to make it's presence known, making Angela and I laugh.

"Well you can go down to the food hall whenever, but on Friday nights and the weekend we're aloud to order in so it's really up to you." Angela explained.

"You like Chinese food?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" She replied.

"Because I'm buying you dinner." I stated as I got up and started to look for my phone.

"You don't have to do that." She replied.

"Now how did I know you were going to say that," I laughed making her blush slightly, "I want to, you helped me unpack it's the least I can do. So what do you want?" I grinned.

30 minutes later Angela and I sat on the deliciously comfortable couches, food in hand and spread out across the coffee table.

"You know what would make this even better?" I asked setting my food on the table and walking into the bedroom, "Wine, red, white or pink?"

"Red." Angela replied laughing, "God is there anything you didn't bring?"

"A big bad handsome man?" I replied make Angela laugh harder. "So what exactly is the boy situation at this school anyway?" I called out from the bedroom, "Hey I'm gonna get changed, do you want any thing more comfortable?" I offered.

"No it's ok" Angela replied.

I came out of the room and gave her a disbelieving look.

"Ok, fine whatever you've got." She laughed.

Laughing, I threw a pair of jogging bottoms and a vest top at her, before I went and got changed into a pair of black pyjama shorts and a white vest top, and joined Angela back out on the couch.

"So the boy situation." I prompted as I sat down with a bottle of red and two glasses.

"Right, well the majority of the hottest guys actually live on this floor so you'll probably seem them at some point." Angela explained.

"Right" I replied, getting off the couch and opening the door.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm on the end, hot guys have to walk past my door to get to their door." I explained as I sat back down, making Angela shake her head in disbelief as she laughed.

"Ok, um there's a couple of others. There's Mike, Tyler, Jake and Paul if you like the whole jock thing, they're the hottest guys on the football team but the rest of the teams pretty cute as well." She concluded.

"So there's plenty to look at then. What about you?" I replied.

"What about me?" She asked.

"Any particular piece of eye candy on your radar?"

"No" Angela replied, looking away and sipping her drink.

"What's his name?" I asked grinning, making Angela blush.

"Ben, we're in the same group of friends and he's in a few of my classes. We get on really well." She explained.

"Does he know you like him?" I asked sincerely.

"No" She replied in a way that indicated she didn't want to talk about it, and I didn't push it.

"So what do you guys do for fun around here?" I asked changing the subject.

"Well, as long as it doesn't get too out of control we can pretty much do whatever. You know parties stuff like that."

"Sounds cool." I replied suddenly getting the impression that Angela wasn't normally invited to whatever fun went down at this school.

"So what did you get up to while you were in New York?" Angela asked changing the topic and confirming my suspicions.

"Shopping, partying, getting arrested the usual." I replied.

"Seriously?" She asked, her eyes wide

"Yeah," I laughed, "I was in that crowd."

"You were an elite?"

"A what?"

"An elite, you know those people that have the best parties, the best boyfriends, best clothes, the most fun. The people everyone wants to be." She explained.

"Yeah, pretty much" I replied, as I began to play with the rim of my glass. "Except I was the bad ass of the group."

"Really?" Angela asked in surprise.

"Yeah."

Ok, so maybe when I was in New York I was kinda always in the lime light. But I don't wanna do that here, I just want to settle in with a nice group of friends and have a good time, a normal teenage good time.

"Looks like they're back." Angela said suddenly, breaking me from my inner monologue.

"Who?"

"The elites."

I could hear a group of loud voices, getting louder as they came closer to the dorm.

"I guess that's the rest of my floor." I commented, as I heard the group come through the main doors.

"Yeah, pretty much." Angela replied suddenly looking uncomfortable.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"