"Bella, come on!" Alice yelled. "I want to get there early so we can set up our dorms."

Ah, Alice. Alice Brandon, my shopping obsessed, vertically challenged, pixie of a best friend. Her, me and the beautiful Rosalie Hale, were going to Dartmouth college together. We already knew our dorm numbers; we would be sharing rooms, as preferred. We met in 2nd grade and have been best friends ever since.

"Coming, guys!" I yelled back from my window to the, shiny, yellow Porshe 911 Turbo. Did I mention all of our families were loaded?

I ran down my stairs and out the front door. I got into Alice's Porshe and we drove to the airport.

"Bella, what happened to your hair?!" Rosalie asked.

Of course she would ask about my hair. Rosalie had bouncy, lustrous hair down to the middle of her back. She had a faint tint,rose to her cheeks, but that might've been make-up. She had beautiful, lagoon blue eyes and a perfectly straight nose, plump, full lips that were always fruit-smelling and shiny. Very pretty, never-the-less.

Alice on the other hand was very, very, short. Only about 4-11. She had short, spiky, maroon colored hair. She had a pointy nose and olive green eyes that were kind of squinty when she smiled, and thin lips. She reminded me of a fairy or an elf. Santa's little helper.

I, on the other hand, was very plain. Rosalie and Alice, along with the 1 or 2 boys that I've dated, thought I was the opposite of plain, pretty, actually. I thought they thought that to make me feel better. Though I'm actually 99.9% positive the boys thought that to get some. In which case they got none, which ended the relationship. I had brown hair just past my shoulders, big, brown eyes, my bottom lip and my upper lip were slightly out of proportion. The bottom was a bit fuller than the upper and a medium sized nose. As you can see, pretty: NO, average: YES.

I decided to reply to Rosalie.

"Rose, nothing happened to my hair. I just thought that, since we're just moving into our dorms, I didn't need to fix my hair up all nice. It doesn't make sense."

"I'm fixing it when we got out of the car, and don't you try and stop me."

I sighed. Well Rosalie will be Rosalie.

We eventually pulled up to the airport and parked the car. I only had one carry on and no luggage; I had sent all of my stuff to the college already.

Alice walked to the check on counter and gave our names.

"Rosalie Hale, Bella Swan, and Alice Brandon," She stated, sounding very professional. After she gave the man all of out other information, he was awestruck by her beauty.

"H-here you g-go, Ms. B-Brandon..." He stuttered pathetically.

Rose and I snickered, Alice smiled sweetly and walked away, only to roll her eyes when he was out of sight.

"I hate when I dazzle people!" She said in an exasperated tone.

I just looked at her, wondering what it was like to know that you had such power over some people.

"Bella, what are you staring at?" She asked.

Nothing, I mouthed. She shrugged and led us through security and to the gate.

We gave our tickets to the lady and walked onto the airplane.

We sat down in our First Class seats; Alice nor Rosalie would settle for anything less. I sat by the window and stowed my bag under the seat in front of me. I grabbed my Ipod and cranked the music up all the way.

***

We arrived 4 hrs. later. We walked off the plane stretching.

"I don't know why we had to sit in First Class," I complained, cracking my neck. "They're the same seats as coach!"

Alice tsked in reproach. "Bella, It's not about the seats; What do we look like sitting in coach, when we have tons of money?"

I glared at her. "Smart people," I replied. She grimaced as we walked to pick up our bags. My bag was a mournful, boring gray, while Rosalie's was a brilliant, bloody red. And, of course, Alice's was hot pink. I sighed at the thought.

We grabbed our luggage and looked for our driver. We walked outside and saw a man wearing a too tight, black suit holding a piece of cardboard that said Brandon. We got into the limo and drove to Dartmouth College.

***

When we arrived at Dartmouth college we grabbed our bags and got out of the limo. We walked up the tall stairs that made the entrance to the college that much more prestigious. We walked to the check-in counter, where a plump, older looking lady with big glasses, and red hair greeted us.

"Bella Swan, Alice Brandon, and Rosalie Hale," I stated.

"Hello, and welcome to Dartmouth," she greeted us. "My name is Mrs. Cope and I'll be the lady that you come to for new dorm keys, extra schedules, keys to classrooms, and all that great stuff! Now, here's your room keys, one for each of you. As you already know you will have other roommates, possibly co-ed."

What?! Co-ed? As in boys?

I looked at Alice and Rosalie's controlled expressions. I could tell that they were biting their tongue.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Cope," Alice said sweetly, smiling.

"You're very welcome, and don't hesitate ask for help with anything; I am the eyes and ears of this school."

With another quick smile, we walked away.

"Ugh! I can't believe we might have to share our rooms with boys!" Rosalie complained once we were out of earshot. We walked over to the silver elevator, and press the button.

"I know!" I complained along with her.

"What if they're the weird, college guys that don't ever shower and read comic books and wear Chick Magnet perfume?!" Alice added.

The elevator opened and we stepped in.

"Whatever," Rosalie said. "At least we have each other to get us through the day."

"Right!" Alice and I both said.

The elevator door opened and we stepped out.

"Floor 3, Room 123," Alice said to herself, scrolling her finger down the paper that Mrs. Cope gave to us.

We walked straight and turned the corner.

"Right here," Rosalie said, when she spotted our room.

I unlocked the door and flung it open to see 3 extremely handsome boys standing in the middle of the room.

"Hello," one of them said. "My name is Edward Cullen, and these are my 2 brothers, Emmett and Jasper. You 3 must be our roommates."

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DISCLAIMER: Isn't A Disclaimer Sort Of Implied, Considering the Fact That This Is A FanFiction?