HAYA, me and my friend are writing a story together. She is all new to this kind of thing (as am i) and we wanted to do one together. I am going to carry on my other story's as well as this one.

Please Read it and let us know what you think.

P.S, We would like to say that WE DON'T NOT OWN TWILIGHT IN REALITY. Only in our dreams.

Chapter 1

'Okay, just breath Bella. Everything will be okay. In…Out…In…Out. It is just a little six hour plane journey. Nothing major'. My little voice in my head said.

WHO WAS SHE KIDDING??? I hate planes!!! Always have and always will. They are like a cold bath. Unpleasant to be in, extremely uncomfortable and not something I will be doing any time soon (Well, no more plane journeys after this one. I would rather get to Phoenix by car than plane!)

'Okay, Bella. PULL YOUR SELF TOGETHRE! Just remember why you are on the plane.'

Oh, yeah! How could I be so thick? I am on this bloody plane because I got excepted in Phoenix Academy of the Arts. I cant believe it!!! Me, boring old me got in!!!

Phoenix Academy is the only place where you are literally guaranteed a agent for whatever you do. From Singing to dancing. From acting to song writing. It does them all!!

I can remember the day I got the letter.

-flash back -

"Post sweetie," Renee shouted up to me from downstairs.

"Junk magazines?" I called as I came down the stairs.

"No looks important to me," she said as she passed me a very thick, important looking envelope.

"Might be a bank thing." I said. "Have we paid the bills?" I am sure we have! Or Renee Forgot to go to the bank with the envelope. Honestly she acts like a kid sometimes-

"Open it."she said before she disappeared into the kitchen to help herself to breakfast. That could be dangerous.

I wondered into the living room to find my iPod and then open this mystery letter.

After about two minutes of searching for the damn iPod, which I still couldn't find, I gave up and plopped onto the plain cream sofa (that is turning black). I opened the letter and gasped. That first sentence said it all!

"Mum?"

"Yes."

"You know I applied fro a scholarship at the Phoenix Academy for the arts,"

"Mmmmm."

"Well, not only have I been accepted, but they said I have the first term Free AND I have a dorm."

She ran into the living room, "No".

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Go Bella, go Bella, go, go, go Bella. This calls for a celebration!"

-end of flash back-

I still remember that celebration! We danced for hours to Super Massive Black Hole. Oh how we laughed!

"I'm going to miss you Renee," I whispered as I gazed back out of the plane window. "I really am but this is going to be a great adventure… I think."

I'm not worried about the classes so much. I am used to being ignored. That doesn't bother me in the slightest. No…what is really getting on my nerves is that what is I get singled out? I am not big headed but I am not blind. I could write, sing and dance better than half the people in my class. Wait, scratch that. I was better than everyone in nearly all my classes. This was the reason people don't like me. They say I cheat and show them up-bitches.

I got up and went to find a drink and bumped into a small pixy looking of a girl next to someone who looks like they could be a swim suit model while concentrating on not falling over. The movment of the plane was not making it easy. .

"Sorry." I muttered. "I didn't see you."

The Model-looking-one gave out a small snort while the pixy elbowed her in the ribs to shut her up.

"I'm Alice." She said stepping forward. "this is Rosalie." She gestured to her friend "What is your name?"

"Bella" I said. She was kind of freaking me out a little because right now she is jumping up and down clapping her hands. Too happy if you ask me.

The pilot interrupted our little chat on the loud speaker..

"This is your pilot speaking. We will shortly be arriving in Phoenix Airport. We ask that you return to your seats and buckle up. We hope you enjoyed your flight with British Airways and would love to see you in the future."

"Oh, well. Goodbye!" Alice shouted running back to her seat.

I made my way, slowly, but thankfully I didn't trip.

I sat back down in the chair and focused my mind on something else. As I turned to sip a little from my drink, I found out I didn't archly get. I made that journey for nothing!

* * * *

Once in the airport, I caught a taxi to bring me to my destination.

Wow the academy sure is big. With fancy iron gates and raked gravel drive like in the movies. Like something you wouldn't normally expect.

I hardly had time to get out of the taxi before Mr Trump I think his name is (don't laugh) came tottering over to me. He is the head teacher. The guy who runs the school.

"Isabella. So nice to meet you at last. Mr Timing told me all about you and I just had to accept you." He said in a very thick American accent.

Mr Timing is the talent scout that saw me in the performance my school put on so people can pick up agents. Last year we did Cinderella. I was Cinderella. He told me I should apply for the college.

"It's great to be here and it's Bella, by the way." God, I better get used to correcting people.

A tall, blond girl, who looks like she has came out of a porn magazine came up behind him.

"Ah Bella, this is my daughter Lauren," he said gesturing to her. "she's going to show you around. Oh there's Katie. Tooddles!"

I turned around to find Lauren (the porn girl) giving me the really bad evils.

"You better be good. People work hard to get into this college." Ouch, that hurt.

"Nice to meet you too." I said. She look taken aback by my British accent.

"I'll show you to your room"-Shit! I would rather find my own way!!-"but you're so special you'll be able to find your way around."-I TAKE THAT BACK!!!

"Do I get a map?" I asked.

"I'll think about it." She said matter-a-fact-ly.

God, that bitch!

Before Lauren got a chance to turn around, I grabbed her arm and flung her on the floor. This gained a few gasps and heads turning to our direction.

"Now, that is no way to treat a new girl, is it?" I said smirking. "You may dress like you are from a porn magazine but not everyone is a cow like you. And not everyone deserves to be treated the way you should be."

"You little wore." She spat.

"Says the girl who is wearing hardly anything" I pointed out.

"At least I have a gouges body and curves. Your so big you could flatten someone by sitting on them!"

"Everyone cam do that!" I laughed "You properly do it to all the guys you give blow jobs to but never realized it!"

"Bitch!"

"Slut."

And with that, we parted. God, I am creating a name for myself aren't I. Great, the first hour on my first day in this school and I have already upset the populars. Can it get any worse?

So, what do you think? Please R&R! we really need your opinion!!!

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