"...She said I think I'll go to Boston... I think I'll start a new life..."

'Boston' by Augustana blasted through my iPod ear buds. I sighed. The lyrics were pretty much a depiction of my life, well, except I was moving from Arizona, not California to a fancy boarding school in the Washington state wilderness, not Boston.

The song finished and I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat, even though the airplane seats were soft and spacious. It was the nerves. 'Boston' was my favourite song, but the lyrics didn't exactly help, so I waited for the next song.

I sat listening to 'Photograph' by Nickelback, tapping along to the beat when I heard more depressing lines.

"...I wonder if it's too late, should I go back and try to graduate?..."

I groaned, pulled out the ear buds and slammed the iPod into my bag. I tried to focus on the in-flight movie, but it was Fantastic 4, so I closed my eyes and tried to get some much needed rest.

-X-

I woke up just before the plane began its decent, so I organised my belongings so I could get of the blasted plane. I was beginning to get claustrophobic. The stewardess in my part of the plane signalled to leave and I kindly obliged.

As I entered the terminal, I spotted a car waiting just for me. I headed towards it and introduced myself to the driver. It turns out that his name was Charles. For a chauffeur, it was surprising. I couldn't help but allow myself an eye roll.

We started heading towards the school, through thick trees, weaving in and out. I was starting to get a little frightened of the closed in feel. I was claustrophobic after all.

After two hours, Charles pulled up outside some huge, fancy gates and swiped an ID card. The gates swung open and admitted us.

I glanced at my surroundings, checking out the new scenery. I must say, it was a lot more interesting than never ending expanses of trees.

-X-

Charles dropped me off at the front office. I got out and let myself into the building. It was light and open. It also was warm and welcoming, with a plush carpet, soft folding chairs and a wide counter.

I stepped up to the counter and got the receptionist's attention.

"Hi, my name is Isabella Swan and I'm new here."

"Oh, my name is Miss James, here is your schedule, room key and school books," she said as she handed over the huge pile.

"Thanks," I muttered, "But do you have a map, I don't know where my room is?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear. Here you go."

"Thanks," I mumbled again and I headed out, now weighed down with extra books on top of having to pull my suitcases.

I headed towards the northeast building, where my apartment. According to the papers I was sent back in Phoenix, I had two other roommates. Oh great, I thought to myself, People specifically put there to annoy me.

I got into the elevator and pushed the button for level three. The cheerfully annoying elevator music played as I tried to calm my nerves. Claustrophobia again, I really hoped I would get over it soon.

The elevator pinged and I stepped out, heading down the corridor towards my dorm. I stopped outside, took a deep breath and then knocked on the door. I waited outside for a few seconds when I realised that no one was in there.

I let myself in and headed for the rooms at the back which I assumed were the bedrooms.

The first door I reached opened into a girly pink room, full of clothes. Whoops, I thought, this one is occupied.

I reached the second door and opened it. Luck was with me this time and it was an empty room. I began unpacking and sorting out my room.

Half an hour later, the front door burst open and I heard girlish laughter. I groaned. It was time to meet my roommates.