My name is Isabella Swan.

Although I prefer Bella. The name does suite me in the simplistic sense, but not so much in the 'beautiful' sense. Sure I was beautiful, to Rene and Charlie. But to anyone else I was cute, or maybe pretty. But definitely not beautiful. I mean, I'm Bella. The clumsy, cute, bookworm, who is so surplus, it should be illegal. That is, until this summer.

A few days before starting fresh at Forks High School, and here I am, wondering where this chest came from. And these hips? I had become content. Content with the fact that I couldn't attract any boy but your average band geek. Yes, those were the boys that fawned over me, band geeks, robotics geeks, and the regular old geeks. Well, that's what I thought until I started getting a lot more attention.

A wink from the hunky checker at the local grocery store, and a smirk from every teenage boy I came into contact with this summer. I decided that I needed a good hard look in the mirror.

There had to be some kind of reason for all this regard. So I looked. The hair that I had always thought to be a mousy brown, didn't seem too mousy anymore. Instead, what I saw was a thick wild rich brunette mane. And so my skin, the parchment that I was barely aware of, now seemed to be the elixir of these alien looks. Although I glowed a pale snow, I did glow. My skin was unscathed, maybe even flawless. Long lashes framed large chocolate doe eyes. My lips were full, slightly uneven, but full. Maybe even pouty. Pouty? Did I just go from cute, straight to sexy? No, no. Where did all of this conceitedness come from? I couldn't be sexy. I am not sexy.

I am little ol' Bella Swan. I wear cherry chap stick and a tiny bit of mascara, sometimes. Although, if you asked me if I liked being little ol' Bella Swan, I'd say no. I'd say no because I'm odd. I've never really meshed well with anyone. Sure I had friends. Friends that never met the true Bella Swan. Friends that revised each others Lit. papers, friends that never hung out after school, friends that had zero depth, friends that... friends that really weren't friends at all. Now I had a chance, a real chance at soul mates. I was starting fresh and I looked... affecting. Where did all these looks come from? Wasn't this suppose to happen during puberty? Maybe I was just a late bloomer. Anyway, I would need a new wardrobe, confidence, some spunk, and somehow I'd find soul mates, and maybe even a boyfriend.

So, I'm not going to be little ol' Bella swan. Now what kind of people did I want to attract? This would be tricky. I couldn't possibly be a cheerleader or anything like that. No, that wouldn't work at all. I can't even walk ten feet without tripping. I had zero coordination. Maybe I should stick to what I'm used to. I love music and reading. That's it! I would find a nitch in with the artists. The students that marched to the beat of their own drum, they'd be chalk full of depth. These unique drummers were intimidating. I'd have to do my homework, and really work on my style and demeanor.

"Hey Mom, I'll be back in a little." I yelled.
"Oh, alright. Where are you going?"
"Just down to the store, did you need anything?"
"Nope, you go ahead."

There strewn across the back of the pharmacy wall were neatly stacked fashion magazines. A lot of them. Did a lot of teenage girls decide to change their demeanors too? I picked up In Style, Seventeen, Teen Vogue, and Cosmo Girl. These magazines were my bibles now. I would learn to be flirty, one hundred one different ways. I'd find the best eyeshadow for my eye color, and the right jean cut for my body shape.

"Hi, did you find everything alright?"
"Yes."
"Your total is going to be 12.56."
I handed him my debt card.
"I hope you have a good day Isabella Swan."
He handed me back my card, and my receipt. Written at the top of the receipt was his name and phone number.
"You too Kevin." I cooed, and winked.

This was going to be fun.