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Chapter One:

As I stepped out of LA airport and breathed in the crisp air, my stomach twirled in knots. This is the moment I will remember forever, as the day I made it.

Who would have thought plain old me Bella Swan would be hired as a vogue journalist, Accepting the job came with consequences, I would miss forks where I grew up with my amazing mum Renee and my simple father Charlie, but I love Charlie I'm just as simple as him, and I like it that way. I have long brown hair, brown eyes and a slim body. There are more than 20 million people in the world with that description.

After finally hailing a cab, I was off to find my apartment. The city was so glamorous I was in awe of the amount of young girls walking the streets in stilettos I only got my first pair yesterday and I'm 21!

I hopped out of the cab with my luggage and paid the driver. I stood out the front of my apartment building, and oh my god it was beautiful. It was huge, it was all glass so it shimmered in the light.

"Miss Swan?" a man at the door asked.

"Oh yes, I just came from Forks and I'm in apartment 703."

"I know, here, let me take your bags, my name is Jasper Hale, and I will be here for whenever you may need me." Jasper was a bit taller than me with blonde wavy hair, he was a good looking boy.

"It's so gorgeous here! The plane was hard on my back I need a bath."

"You're in luck the baths here are awesome."

"Aw sweet, I bet you could do with one lugging those bags around all the time."

He chuckle, "Yeah your right there. You play any sport Bella, you're carrying half your luggage and it's not bothering you at all."

"Well I was in the basketball team back home, I love the game."

"Really, you'll have to come out with my friends and I Bella, I have a feeling one of my friends would love you he's a basketball nut too." He added in a wink.

"Thanks Jasper, Well call me Bella. I have a feeling we'll be great friends."

Jasper rode the elevator with me, my bags in his hands, which I felt awful about but he insisted.

We arrived at my door on the seventh floor; my heart flipped a little as I turned the door knob.

"Wow." My jaw dropped as I stood in my new home, it was so modern, the first thing that caught my eye was the view, on the outside of the building it was all glass, so I had the perfect scene to wake up too it looks over the city and in the distance I can see the ocean, so amazing. My kitchen was all white with specks of silver in the counter top. Elegant white roses were scattered around the room in elaborate vases and I walked into my room, words couldn't describe, a glitter feature wall sparkled as the light hit it, the room was huge, and my bed was round with a fluffy purple doona. But my favourite part of my official new home was the bathroom, a Jacuzzi in the centre of the room, a glitter vanity complete with new make-up provided by vogue I assume, and the shower filled with so many jets I would not know how to turn it on.

I thought I was dreaming until jasper had disrupted my thoughts.

"Miss Swan, Err I mean Bella, where shall I put your bags, the cupboard is too full."

"What?!" I ran into the walk in robe where jasper stood just as surprised as I was, the wardrobe was decked out with elegant gowns, hip clothes, and every kind of shoe you could dream about.

"Um Jasper leave my bags in my room, I will try and find room in here later."

"Sure thing Bella, now I better get back downstairs but heres my number call me whenever."

"You're a life-saver Jasper."

With a smile he was on his way out. I followed him to the door, but it was already opening.

"Knock knock!" a short girl with short black her chimed in the room, she was stunning, she was wearing a silver strapless dress which flowed just above her knees and black lace heels.

"Um, I er, well, um." Jasper struggled to get out words, by the look on his face he was in love.

"BELLA, wow it's a pleasure to meet you." She sounded excited but she was looking flustered staring at Jasper the way she did

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"Oh, who are you?" I asked utterly confused

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"How rude of me I'm sorry, My name is Alice Cullen, I'm the style columnist at vogue, I was assigned to supply you with the equipment you need for your first day."

"Aw thanks so much, the clothes are indescribable. Oh, this is Jasper."

"Hi Jasper, you must be new here I haven't seen you around." She gestured her hand out for him to shake it instead he kissed the top of her hand that sent alice swooning.

"Yeah, I am my first day actually, my sister got me the gig she lives in the building."

"Oh really, who's that…" she was interrupted as a booming voice came from the hallway.

"SHIT! My fucking heel broke." in walked a tall blonde with long legs and short red dress and holding her heels in her hands.

"Oh Alice she's a cutie. Hey Bella Im Rosalie you can call me Rose." She said.

"Hello Rose," I replied with a smile.

"Jaz get back to work you tosser." Rose ordered Jasper.

"You know each other?" Alice question with the slightest touch of terror in her voice.

"She's my sister." Jasper rolled his eyes at Rose and Alice looked relieved.

"How sweet, well Bella it's late so we'll let you get some rest, Rose and I live just down the hall I'm in 708 and Rose Is in 710. Our mobile numbers are stored in your new iphone and email addresses on your new laptop."Alive handed me over my phone, and pointed to my laptop which was sitting on the coffee table in the lounge area.

"Welcome to the good life Bella." Rose sweetly said with a wink.

I laughed. "Thanks girls."

"We'll see you in the morning Bella." The girls walked out of my apartment.

"Well Bella, I'll see you soon." Jasper went to walk out the door, before I stopped him.

"You'll get her." He chuckled a little, and was gone.

I looked out the windows and saw the twinkling lights of the city, I stepped out onto the balcony and let the air blow my long hair out of my face.

I wondered into my room, dragging my feet I was to tired to walk properly.

I looked in the cupboard for a pair of pyjamas but nothing was my style I zipped open my suitcase and pulled out my forks high sweat shirt, and my chequered boxer shorts.

I climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.