Hey!! So this is my newest story, I hope you guys will like it. I've made up a few new characters, but it still has all the characters we know and love. The only ones I own are the ones I made up, blah blah blah. We all know Im not Josh Schwartz or any of those fabulous people. Okay, so, here goes. I don't know how long this chapter will be because I need some reviews before I go too far.

Chapter One

"Sweetheart we need to leave!"

She touched the cold glass on her window and watched as the snow fell, looking black underneath the streetlight. She moved her hand up to whipe away her tear, and as she touched her face, she felt her tear turn to ice.

Her mother called her name again. "I'm Coming!" She yelled back, and grabbed the rest of her things and prepared to leave behind the only house she ever knew, her boyfriend and best friends that she knew since she was a baby.

When she got downstairs, her mother surrounded her in a bearhug, telling her everything would be fine, and that she'd like it in Newport.

"Why are we moving there, anyways? I mean, if we can't afford to live here we sure as hell won't be able to afford one in Newport Freaking Beach."

"Watch it Madeline."

Her mother only called her that when she was in trouble.

"Well I make a good point, don't I?"

"Yes, Belle, you do, but you know your fathers friend has offered to help us out." Belle. That was better.

"Yeah, thats what I want for every rich, stuck up snob there to find out we're the Charity Case their funding for!"

"Madeline stop it! You should be thankful we're not going bankrupt!"

"Well if thats what it would take for us to stay here, Id rather be homeless!" She stormed off to the car, and slammed the door.

Belle climbed into the seat beside beside her father, shoving her backpack to the floor inbetween her legs, as her mother got into the back, and slept.

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"Belle, get up..." someone wispered in her ear, and shook her sholder gently.

Her eyes fluttered, and opened and she looked around. She was deffinitly not in Kansas anymore. Or, well - Wyoming.

She saw girls in tiny bikinis, sunshine everywear and huge houses. They, infact, were parked infront of one of those houses.

"Holy Christ..." She wispered, and her mother glaired at her. She got out of the car, and walked into the mansion.

"Your room is up stairs, 4th on the left!" her Dad called.

She walked in, and saw that everything was completely furnished - without their furnature.

She rushed up to her room and saw absolutely nothing of herown. She had a big pink Canopy bed, pictures of famous paintings, and a bench with lots of lace on it. Vomit.

She went downstairs, and found a sharpee, scizzors and her posters.

When Belle got to 'her' room, and started taking the pictures down, placing them carefully in the closet. She started puting up her many posters, 2 of The Used, 1 of Taking Back Sunday, 1 of Blink 182, one of Death Cab, one of The Killers. One of From First to Last, and one of Alexisonfire. She put up some old pictures of her with her friends, and then she got out the scizzors.

She got up, ontop of the bed, and started cutting off the lace and frillies off the canopy and bench. Finally, she stood back, and observed her work. Fine - for now. She went downstairs, and lugged up her books and cds, and then her makeup.

She carefully put down all her favourite books, and then her cds in order, and then she set up her makeup on the big table mirror set. She spritzed on her perfume, and then placed it on the table. She did her backup and brushed out her chestnut locks. She looked down at her clothes. She was wearing jeans and a longsleaved tshirt, and a sweater. So not right for California.

She got up, and opened a drawer. It was filled with her clothes, and she looked for her black skirt and a tank top. She found it, put it on, and grabbed a cd. Underoath. Fun. She slipped on some flip-flops and got into her yellow jeep.

She slipped her cd into the player and blasted it. She took a cigerette out of her purse, lit it and drove away. Belle hated smoking, she only did it when she was stressed.. and it was so gross.. but so good. She took another drag, held it in her mouth, and blew it out. She turned down the street and looked out the window. Beaches, Mansions, Bikinis and Sun. What was so great about Newport Beach?

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Thats it. Okay, not that long... or good. Or is it good? Or can you tell? I dunno.. review!