DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own the Twilight characters.

Full Summary: Abandoned at birth and expelled from their previous school, 17-year-old rebellious twins Isabella and Isabelle Redblood must stick together if they want to survive a private boarding school academy, deans as foster parents, devilish pranks, and possibly forbidden relationships to boot. Can they make it through the school year or will they get kicked out before they get a second chance?

Prologue – We Are What We Are

Different.

It is defined in the dictionary as being unlike anything or anyone else in form, quality, amount, or nature.

Such a simple, insignificant, little word; no one would give it a second thought. For us, that one innocent word described our relationship perfectly.

From the start, we knew there was something…unusual about us.

We lived for the thrill of being able to twist a person's way of thinking into our own. We have always taken pleasure in seeing someone else squirm for pointing out our…differences.

And knowing how narrow-minded society can be, different was always not taken in a good way.

But that one fact never meant we hated being…different.

In fact, we embraced it.

Contrary to what every corporate dog, brainwashed bimbo, and oblivious dick assumed, being different had its advantages and its privileges.

We could be as mischievous as we wanted. We never got caught; it simply was not possible for us to get into trouble.

Critics tended to question and reveal the flaws in our…methods, if you will, but practice, exploitation, and bribery went a long way in this economy.

Parents were never a problem between us. Part of the reason is that we never had any to begin with.

We could be as manipulative as hell and toy with other people's affections all we wanted. Being deceitful was our passion. And we were damn good at it.

Being mysterious was our thing. It's not that we tried to hide who we were, per se. It's just that people were too dense to figure out what our "deal" was.

Don't be fooled.

We are by no means criminals, druggies, sluts, mentally-insane, or any of those vulgar labels society tended to brand most individuals with.

Shit, we were just…different.

Then again, that also didn't mean we have not dabbled once or twice with such things as heroin or hotwiring cars.

But despite our various "interests and hobbies", we were labeled as trouble-makers. Nothing more, nothing less.

Although society did peg us as trouble-makers, we did have manners.

Yes, ma'am. No, sir. Please. Thank you.

We were schemers; we were not barbaric.

It's hard to describe what we are exactly. We could go even more in depth, and say we were not we at all, more like two beings forced to become one.

The only friends we had were each other, and we liked it that way. There was less conflict and more time for scheming.

We chose to remain apart from everyone else to develop our differences and use them for our own ingenious purposes.

So what if we refused to follow modern-day society and form our own lifestyle?

Who's to stop us from being different? From being unusual?

Fuck it, we were different. Got a problem with it? Well then,

Get over it.

Yes, this will be a femslash story. Yes, it involves most of the Twilight characters. No, I am not quite sure of ALL the pairings yet, only some of them. This story is still a work in progress. The plot will unfold in the next couple chapters. Review, comment, critique.