BPOV.

"BELLA! BELLA!" The hoarse voice of my friend and fellow cheerleader Angela caused me to turn around. Angela was running up to me, tears streaming down her face, sadness etched over her face and looking close to being hysterical. I'd never seen her in such a state since I'd met her which caused me to be immediately concerned for my dear friend.

I'd been running around the indoor track, preparing myself for the intense training I'd be putting my squad through for the upcoming cheerleading year, when Angela had come in. I was low running to meet her to see what was wrong.

"What is it angie?" I asked hurridely. No need to beat around the bush.

"Dead. Dead. How can she be dead? She was here just yesterday! She can't be dead!" Angela rambled, seeming to be looking off into nowhere. Dead? Who was dead?

"Angie! CALM DOWN!" I practically screamed. I grabbed her by the shoulders and started shaking her gently. I stared at her patiently while i watched her eyes start to focus on me. "Who died?"

"Your mum." She sad and started to bawl again. My face paled. I felt sick to my stomach. My 'mother' wasn't really my bialogical mother. She wasn't even really a mother figure, which sounded like a really crappy thing to say about her, but it was true. My dad had died when my mother was pregnant with me, in the line of fire.. he was a police chief in a small town called Forks, and my mother had died giving birth to me. Her name was Isobelle. She'd told the doctors, right before she died, that my dad had wanted me to be named Isabella, in fact, they were her dying words.

I ended up in an orphanage. Now when you hear about orphanages being run by nice maternal parents, thats mostly a load of shit. Throughout my 16 years in various orphanages, i never once encounted any maternal people. The people that took care of us were mean and just wanted the money and acknowledgment that came along with orphaning children. I'd never really had any friends throughout my childhood, just one, Angela. I'd met angela at the second house i was in, when i was five years old. She was quiet but smart, and so was i, so we naturally ended up bonding quickly. When i got moved houses, she did with me. I don't know if its fortunate or not that we never got adopted, but im glad we got to stick together. When i got here, at dartmouth, me and angela met Renee.

Renee was flaky, full of energy, always ready to try new stuff. She was our soroity mum. At dartmouth, we lived in Amarna house, where all the rest of us cheerleaders lived. There were 15 cheerleaders in Amarna house, me being the captain. I had joined the cheerleading team here at darmouth as soon as i got here, having done it in high school and absolutely loving it. I met renee two days later and she filed for adoption three days later. The woman acted on impulse, obviously. She was more my friend than my mother but we loved each other nevertheless. Everyone else at the house loved her, too. Even the boys.

Tears streamed down my face as i remembered some of the good times we had, like the time Renee had snuck booze onto the grounds and got drunk with me and Angie in my room two weeks after i'd arrived at dartmouth. We had been talking about how old we were when we first got drunk, things like that, when Angie and I both said we'd never been drunk before, we'd never really had the time with all the studing we did and extra chiricular things we did for extra credit, not that was every money to buy the alcohol or the 'fake id's' to buy it. Or the time Renee had taken us to self defense classes, her new hobby of the month. It'd only lasted five weeks, but we learnt a lot. After that was tie dye classes, Renee wanted to make hippie shirts, said it would be fun and hilarious to walk around in. Me and Angie and followed her, laughing, and ended up walking out with bright pink, orange and yellow tie dyed shirts with a platted leather headband that Renee had pulled out of nowhere. The outfit actually looked really cool with out black skinny jeans and purple heels.

I hugged Angie fiercly, already thinking of some things we needed to do. Today, we would mourn. Tomorrow, we would have a party in her honer. I know, having a party instead of a funeral sounded like a really weird thing, but that was Renee. We'd had a talk about dying once, she'd said "when i die, kids, i want to be cremated, i want you to make an awesome, colourful memorial. I want you to stick it up, mourn for that day and then the next day, i want you to throw an awesome party, get fucking drunk, have some sex and then get on with your lives the next day when you have a massive hangover. I don't want you to think of me as dead, i want you to think of me as free. When i die, im going to be a free spirit, im going to go to all the places i never got to see like Egypt, and when im finished, if theres a heaven, ill send ya a message and ill go there and get me some hot celebrity to have some fun with. Who knows, maybe i'll see Elvis! Mamma wanna piece a that!" We'd laughed hysterical until we had tears running down our faces. I'd never really thought of her dying, it never seemed like it'd ever happen.

"What..hiccup.. are we going...hiccup... to do... hiccup?" Angie pulled away from my hug and looked me in the eyes as she asked her question. Both of our eyes were red and our faces were blotchy from the tears.

"We're going to do what she told us to do, Angie. We're going to make an awesome memorial, we're going to mourn and then tomorrow, we're going to throw her a party. When we get her ashes, we'll put them on the mantel and then we are going to get on with our lives. She's only dead physically, Angie, she's a free spirit now. She's on her way to Egypt, remember? And she's going to get her some Elvis." I said, a small smile coming across my lips. Angie giggled and this and both our tears slowed.

"Your right, you right. She wouldn't want us to be like this." Angie said she kept on smiling with a faraway look on her face, probably remembering some of the good times, just like i had."

We started walking back to our house where we'd start making a memorial and party invitations. There was heaps to do in very little time. It was when we were almost there that a thought occurred to me.

Who was going to be our sorority mum?

I wasn't prepared for what i encountered as i walked into the house.