A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer does.

Dear readers, this is a story based on a movie I had seen. It will have POVs on all the major characters: Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Bella, Rosalie, Alice and Carlisle.

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Chapter 1

The First Assembly

EPOV

I was shaking so hard that I was afraid that I was going to pee in my pants. On the outside, I knew that I looked calm and collected. But from the inside it was a completely different story.

I knew that I looked clean and tidy. My burgundy-red tie was perfectly made, my brown vest was straight and spotless and my shirt was tucked in. I had no reason to be so nervous.

And yet I was.

How could I not be, when Aro, the president of Volturi College, was standing just a few feet away from me on the stage behind the podium?

I had heard plenty of stories about Aro before coming here to scare the living crap out of me. About how heartless and cold he was. About how he severely punished students who broke the most trivial of the rules of Volturi College. About how he never changed the most outdated rules of the school, calling them "traditions." About how he never changed anything.

I looked around me to see what looked like to be about two thousand students in total. This was our first assembly of the year, and just like me, they seemed to be terrified as well.

"Good morning, gentlemen," Aro addressed us in his cold-enough-to-send-a-shiver-down-your-spine voice.

"You are gathered here today because, as all of you know, a new academic year is about to start tomorrow. Before you begin your classes, however, you must know what we expect of you as a Volturi College student," he said, pausing for a few moments to give the crowd in front of him a once-over.

"Each of you stands here today because of your outstanding achievements in academia. Some of you have come all the way from across the country to attend the most prestigious university in the nation; and we hope that in time, you prove to us that by selecting you we have made the right choice.

Volturi College was founded in 1601 by Sir Caius Volturi. Ever since then, nothing in this institution has been changed with the exception of the dilapidating buildings. Every single rule that was established then is still in effect. The penalties for breaking the rules are the same as well."

Clearing his throat, he continued, "The rules, including all codes of conduct, are stated clearly in your student handbook. I will, however, for the first and the last time, reiterate what is written down and explain them in my own words.

First and foremost, every student must have discipline. Discipline is the key to success. Every student must wake up by 6:30 in the morning and go to bed by 10:00 at night. Students will be allowed to go beyond the gates of Volturi only twice a day.

They must not go further than ten miles from the gates.

They must follow proper dress code when attending class.

Any show of disrespect towards any of the faculty members will not be tolerated.

The presence or use of any drugs, alcohol or substances of abuse will not be condoned.

This institution is only meant for men to attend, and women are prohibited from entering campus grounds …"

The more Aro continued with his speech, the greater became the possibility of me peeing in my pants. I wanted to zone out everything he was saying and retreat to my room in order to escape reality just once.

"And now, last but not least, students are not allowed to date."

Everyone gasped, breaking the deadly silence in the auditorium.

"Involvement with a person in a romantic way invites unwarranted complications and distractions, which in turn deter a person from succeeding. Volturi is a place for success, and it produces some of the best doctors, lawyers, professors, investment bankers and diplomats of the country. We do not allow anything that prevents our students from living up to their fullest potential.

If anyone feels that they cannot abide by the rules and regulations in Volturi College, he must leave the campus immediately. For those of you who wish to stay, you may go to your dorm rooms and start preparing for the challenges ahead."

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I had already unpacked my bed sheets and some of my clothes. Now I was desperate to unload the keyboard from my Volvo. When I came back to my room with the musical instrument I found my two roommates getting acquainted. They turned towards me when they saw me enter.

"Hey there, buddy, this is Emmett McCarty," a huge, muscular boy with dark brown curls and blue eyes boomed at me, raising his arm to greet me with a high-five.

"Hi Emmett, I'm Edward Masen," I said as my palm hit his.

"Hello Edward, I am Jasper Whitlock," my other roommate, a blond-haired and blue-eyed guy, said in a light Southern accent as he held his hand out for me to shake.

Over the next few hours, I learned a lot of general things about my roommates.

Jasper was from Texas and the only reason he came to Volturi was in order to escape the military academy, which his father insisted that he go to. Little did he know that the two weren't that different, except that Volturi was probably much worse from several aspects. He wanted to be a psychologist because he felt that he could influence the feelings of people around him.

He told us that it was his high school guidance counselor, Maria Gonzalez, who convinced him to attend Volturi by saying that anybody who graduated from this school was destined to be successful in their careers and they never had to look back again.

Jasper seemed like a very laid-back and friendly guy, and I was sure that I was going to be great friends with him.

Emmett's life revolved around sports, but he knew that he wouldn't always have the same endurance and strength as an athlete; thus, he wanted to study business since he planned to invest in the sports industry in the future.

He was loud and didn't appear to take anything seriously. Emmett had heard that Volturi was a hard place to be in but he had had no idea before today's assembly that it was going to be prison.

I told them about how I was intending to double major in pre-med and music. I told them about my life back in Illinois, Chicago and how I loved playing the piano.

In fact, I had seen a job listing in the local newspaper this morning, where they were looking for a private piano teacher for a four-year-old, and I had already called the boy's mother to set up an interview date. The woman's name was Ms. Swan, and she seemed like a nice and flexible person on the phone.

We continued talking until a knock came on our door. Glancing at our watches, we realized that it was 10:05 p.m. and we therefore, quickly turned off all the lights and buried ourselves into our blankets. As the footsteps of the person on the other side of the door receded, we resumed our conversation in whispers.

I fell asleep a couple of hours later, and although I was dreading what the following day in Volturi College had to offer, I was also looking forward to my interview with Ms. Swan at the end of the week.