Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight… no matter how much I wish I did.

AN: this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me! Criticism is welcome! I want to know what I can do to make this better! Please review and let me know!! Also I'm looking for a beta!

BPOV

Finally! No more staying up late listening to my cousin's fight over useless crap. No more being woken up by a useless maid who wakes me up pre-dawn and doesn't listen to my damn orders. No more feeling like an outsider. I get to go home to my apartment. I get to see my best friends, Alice and Emmett! I think its time to do a HAPPY DANCE!!

Being shipped to Vienna, Austria to live with Garret and Katie for two months is horrible punishment. Though the place itself is pleasing, the fact that I have been sent here against my will and to live with such ridiculous people makes this a proper punishment. I believe that my lesson has been learned. I won't ever miss one of Charlie's stupid galas again…

maybe….

The next time I get shipped off somewhere, I'm smuggling Alice and Emmett with me!!! A whole summer without them is pure TOURTURE!! One summer has been passed with boredom and that will never happen again!

No matter what!

Today is my last day here, but I still have to pack. Yay… not really. I hate packing!

Of course I will only take about four hours to pack all this! I think that I should just let Gertrude (the maid) do it. But that would mean that she has to touch all of my lovely precious things and that is unacceptable! At least it won't be like letting Alice pack…. It took two days to pack all of that!!

On the bright side, Kate and Garrett aren't fighting tonight, for they have other engagements tonight which will keep them out late so I am going to sleep as it is already 11:45 pm and my train leaves at 9 am tomorrow!

After my shower, I jump onto my big fluffy bed for the last time here in Vienna and fall into a deep and much needed sleep.

"Mistress Isabella! Mistress Isabella! It is time to wake! Your train leaves in two hours!"

"Go away, Gertrude," I grumble.

"Miss, I would not like to use the ice water bucket again, and I am sure that you would not like it either."

I jump out of the bed as soon as she says that.

Stupid maid.

I am not a morning person and never will be. Gertrude figured that really early in my stay here and to … fix… this "problem" she likes to pour ice water on my head to wake me. Ewww….

I walk to the bathroom and do the ol' morning routine.

When I walk out, Gertrude is waiting for me with my clothes that I am to wear today for my travels.

The outfit is cute. A blue t-shirt that has "chocolate is my best friend" on it, dark wash skinny jeans, a big ass coat and my yellow converse. Even though she likes pouring cold shit on me, Gertrude really knows the way I like to dress, though Alice doesn't like it.

"Alright, I'm up. What know?"

"Master Garrett and Mistress Kate want to breakfast with you so you are being summoned to eat. They expect you in twenty minutes." She said and left.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Who says "summoned" anymore? It really bothers me that Gertrude talks like that. Maybe it's something she learned in maid school.

As I get ready, I muse over the nothingness that was my summer. Other that the walks though the city, the calls and e-mails home, and some drawing and painting, there was really nothing else that had been done. I really was ready to go home.

Before leaving the room, I look around and notice that my bags have been taken downstairs already. I guess it's one of the perks of being Charlie Swan's daughter and having people do all of the hard work for me.

You'd think that I'd be used to it by now. Dad is a movie director. Before he made it big, we lived fairly normal lives. I went to a public school in LA not a private one in Vancouver. He was an assistant for a director not a big director himself. Apparently, Luke (one of the writers Dad works with) wrote an amazing story and no one wanted it so he and Dad decided to make it together. And Guess What?? EVERYONE LOVED IT! HA! After the release, the public went gaga and everyone wanted to work with the "Dream Team", Charlie Swan and Lukas Bernard. Together they made crazy good movies. That was my freshman year of high school; I'm starting college in September at the Academy of Art in San Francisco.

I guess it seems that I resent it all and I kinda do. I sometimes want to go back to my old life, the life without the constant paparazzi and attention. Then again, if that hadn't happened, I would have never met some of the most important people in my life, my bffls, Mary Alice Brandon and Emmett Charles McCarty. My life without them just wouldn't be the same. Both of them have a hand in making me the nutcase that I am today.

Mary Alice Brandon hates being called Mary Alice Brandon or even Mary Alice and never seems to need coffee in the morning… or ever. She loves shopping and dressing people who in her eyes have no fashion sense what so ever- me. She is short, thin to the extreme- healthy but thin- and has really spiky jet black hair. Alice emancipated herself when she was 12 and has been creating clothes ever since. She dresses the likes of Anne Hathaway, George Clooney, Muse, Natasha Bedingfield and many others. She likes a good time and really has no tolerance for alcohol but gets drunk anyway.

Emmett Charles McCarty aka Chuckles when I'm angry at him, is a big beefy idiot. He likes extremes sports- something that rubbed off on me-, cars, women and tattoos. He is my awesome bffl/ tattoo artist. Emmett is also the owner of a prosperous couple of clubs though out the world so he has a shit load of dollars. He like Alice likes to get drunk, but has a higher tolerance level, so the Porcelain Gods don't really get offerings from him. Unlike Alice, Emmett still talks to his parents occasionally on the holidays.

The two of them really are the bestest friends ever.

I'm really glad I'll be able to see them soon; they are meeting me in London where we will spend the rest of the summer. Thus the reason I'm taking the train instead of going via airplane.

I throw the coat over my arm, turn off the lights, close the door and descend the stairs, at the bottom of which is waiting the butler, Smith. He never told me his first name.

He holds his arm out.

"This way, Miss," He says and leads the way to the breakfast parlor.

At the table, breakfast, Kate, and Garrett are waiting for me. Kate looks likes someone shoved a pole up her ass and Garrett looks like he just grew a pussy.

"Hey dudes!"

Garrett looks pained.

"Bella, please don't call us that."

I shrug and take my seat.

This time Kate speaks up. They don't really like having house guests.

"Bella, you are probably wondering why we are letting you leave early."

"Umm… yeah, I have. I mean wasn't I supposed to stay until fucking school started?"

Again Garrett looks pained. He really is fun to mess with. Kate on the other hand glares.

Ouch.

"Yes, but Garrett and I have decided to take a vacation and since it wouldn't be prudent to take you, we are letting you go early." She explained. "You understand that your father needs not to know of this, am I correct?"

Ah… me understand. Kate wants to leave Garrett for the awesomeness that is the vacation sun, but doesn't want it publicized. Coolios.

"'Course I do!"

"Alright, now that we have that matter settled, let's eat." She says.

After we finish, I excuse myself and go to the sound proof media room to listen to my iPod.

When it was time to go, Smith came to gather me and all my stuff. I said my not so polite good-byes, and left the house in a cab. I couldn't drive myself in my Audi A4- it was a gift from Emmett- for no one would be taking it back.

Arriving at the train station, I found that the train was already there. I hurried to it as I feared that I might miss it. I got to my first-class compartment only to find someone else there.

Crap.

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