Chapter 1

Disclaimer: all Characters are property of Stephenie Meyer

I awoke to the light spilling in through the tiny window that was next to me. I had been leaning against it in a seated position and I groaned as I lifted my head and straightened out my neck, with a considerable amount of pain. Reluctantly I allowed my sleep induced haze to come into focus. As my surroundings came to and my mind adjusted to my newly awoken state I remembered where I was. I was on an airplane that had just flown overnight from Seattle to Paris, the latter, which we had not reached yet. The light that had woken me was the sun, which had unfortunately chosen to rise at this ungodly hour. Although most occupants of the plane were still asleep I looked over beside me to see my best friend Alice Brandon casually flipping through a fashion magazine, knowing her she had never actually fallen asleep. I swear that girl could stay awake forever and never have any less energy She is a tiny little thing, barely reaching 5 feet with short black hair. She was the epitome of cute with her pixie like looks. Beside her was Jasper Whitlock, her Fiancee. He had his chair tilted back and his eyes closed with some ear buds in. He also had a history book, which had no doubt fallen into his lap when he fell asleep. His beautiful blonde hair was strewn haphazardly across his face and with his eyes closed his brilliant blue eyes were hidden. Oh yes, Jasper was a handsome man, but he was also one of the sweetest guys I had ever met. He was quiet, non – judgemental and a great friend. Across the aisle was a very much asleep Rosalie Hale, my other best friend. Her face was smushed against the window with her mouth hanging slightly open. Although in most this would probably be one of the most unattractive positions to be in, but alas as per usual Rosalie still looked attractive (well as attractive as one could expect in this situation). Her gorgeous blonde hair and model body, were the envy of every girl, even myself. Better yet she was every man's dream. Not only was she the hottest thing on two legs, but she liked cars, sports, all the typical 'guy' hobbies. Although she was still a girly girl, enjoying shopping, fashion, make-up and boys. Beside her was her boyfriend of two years, Emmett. Emmett was undoubtly the biggest guy I had ever met, he was tall and basically screamed masculinity and muscles, he made jasper look like a gangly teenage boy, when in realty Jasper had the body of a star athlete. Emmett definitely looked very intimidating, but beneath it all he was the most loveable human being. Although sometimes he is obnoxcious and says inappropriate things at inappropriate times, he is like the brother I never had.

I glanced back at the window only to be met with my own reflection. I sighed wishing I could compare to the beautiful friends I had acquired. My boring brown hair and brown eyes were dull. I looked like a mess right now. The ten hour flight had made my hair extremely messy and my eyes had bags under them. I slumped back in my seat allowing myself a moment to wallow in self pity. Flying always did make me kind of cranky.

"Hey Bella you're awake," Alice exclaimed in a whisper. She was already bouncing slightly in her sit. Sometimes I thought maybe she had a control panel on her that she switched to vibrate, bounce, or jump because she was constantly moving.

"Hey Alice," I said my voice still slightly groggy from my sleep.

"Aren't you so excited," Alice asked me.

"Very, I'm just super tired."

Alice then began ranting about all the things she wanted to do in Paris. I was, of course, excited, but my lack of sleep had me a little less verbal about it. Just as Alice began to describe every store in detail that she wanted to visit. The pilot came overhead announcing that we were going to be beginning our descent into the Paris area. I smiled and turned my face to watch for the city to come into view.

My friends and I had planned this trip as a "pre-college see the world" sort of thing. I had always wanted to go to Paris and see all the things I had only ever read about. Rosalie and Alice, both having come from wealthy families, had been to Paris before, but were thrilled to have the chance to go shopping somewhere other than Port Angeles. We were all from the small town of Forks, Washington and basically the only place you could go shopping there was Newton's Outfitters, which isn't so great if you want to be fashion icons like Rose and Alice. If you went shopping at Newton's your wardrobe would consist of fishing gear and large plaid jackets, not so hot, therefore we usually made a trip to Port Angeles to shop once a week (and by 'we' I mean Rose and Alice. I'm just dragged along for the ride) and even then Alice and Rose are subjected to department stores, which doesn't go over well with people who normally wear Prada and Gucci on a regular basis. Me, being the daughter of the Fork's Police chief, didn't have a whole lot of money to spend on those kinds of things.

"Look Bella, there it is," Alice said leaning over me to get a better look out the window.

The clouds were dissipating and sure enough there was the city of Paris. Although I was the fifth wheel on this trip, I wanted nothing more than to see this city with my best friends in the whole world. I want to discover new things, maybe about myself or the world. I'm not sure what this city will bring me, but I'm hoping for the experience of a lifetime.

A/N: This is my first story and I'm super excited. I joined Fanfic a long time ago and have been waiting for a story to come to me, I'm sure I've taken some ideas from elsewhere because I read so many fanfics, but I have never read one with this particular situation so we will see what becomes of it. Anyways… thanks for reading. R&R… I'm cool with constructive criticism, but please make it constructive, don't just bash me for no apparent reason.