My First Fan Fic. Please don't be too hard on me! Please read and review!

Chapter 1- Not So Sweet Memories

Disclaimer- I honestly don't know why I need to do this, because after all, this is "fan"fiction. Emphasis on the "fan" part. But I don't want to get sued, so here I go. -clears throat- I don't own Twilight. I never will own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. End of Story.

BPOV

"Miss Swan, Marc Jacobs called about the list of models that you needed to approve. Anyone in particular you wanted modeling his clothes?" My assistant Angela said as I walked in my office.

"Thank You Angela. And tell him, anyone but Lauren Mallory. She is very hard to work with." I said as she handed me my coffee. "Do you have the list of the job applicants?"

"Yes. I put them on your desk. Um….would it be ok if I left early today at around 4 instead of 5? It is a Friday after all, and I'm seeing Seth today."

"Sure Angela." I said smiling. "Have fun!"

"Thank You so much" She said happily.

It's good to be me. I thought, as I looked out at the freshly falling snow in New York City. My office looked over the ice skating rink in Central Park. It was also nice during the summer to see people walk their dogs around the park as well.

I am Isabella ( Bella ) Swan. I am the editor and chief of Vogue magazine. I walked over to my desk and sat down. I started looking into the applicants for the photographer job. Our old photographer Jimmy, quit to go work with National Geographic. I started reading through the list of applicants.

Michael Newton…..Eric Yorkie……Andrew Jones…..Tyler Crowley….Jessica Stanley…..Edward Cullen….George-….

I stopped dead in my tracks. Edward Cullen. The Edward Cullen. The one who made fun of me all through school. Elementary school, Junior High, and finally High School.

He and his friends used to call me names, trip me in the halls, "accidently" spilled food on me, and anything else you could think of.

*Flashback*

I was walking through the cafeteria at school carrying my really big art project. It was a scale model of the Eiffel Tower. Before I could notice, there was a foot in front of mine I was on the ground with pizza, spaghetti, and sprite all over me. My poor project which I had worked on very hard was damaged. I could fix it, I thought. Until I saw a foot step on it, and crush it into tiny little pieces.

"Whoops, sorry Isabella. Didn't mean to do that." Snickered Edward.

"You really need to learn how to walk. I don't know about you, but the rest of the world learnt how to walk when they were 2. You obviously didn't. Now, if I am speaking to fast for you , please let me know instantly. That means right away. "

With that he and his friends spilled the rest of their food on me, and left laughing.

*Back to normal time*

With that memory, my teeth started to clench. My brain began remembering all the other horrible things he did to me. Gum in my hair, tripping me so I fell down the stairs, humiliating me in PE. Everyone knew I was not the most balanced person. He used it against me. Edward Cullen was the reason that I would go to sleep crying every night.

Angela knocked on my door. "C-come in" was the only thing I could manage to say. I was petrified.

"All the applicants are here, Miss Swan. Should I send Michael Newton in?"

"Yes, that'd be great. Thank you Angela."

With that she left the room, and man about 5'7 came in. I was about 2 inches taller than him. "Hi, are you Michael?" I asked.

"Yes, and please call me Mike."

"Ok Mike. Please sit down. Now tell me. Why do you want this job?"

"Well, if I did get a job here, the references would be great for any other job I wanted. Also, I am really good with the camera. I have been taking pictures since I was a kid. Here are some sample pictures." He said as he handed me an envelope.

I took a look at them. "Wow. These are really good Mike! Great job!" And in all honesty they were good. I had seen pictures like them before. But they were good.

"I'll have my assistant get back to you on Monday. Thank you!" I said as he walked out of the door.

Up next was Eric Yorkie. He was one of those people who kept on talking on and on and on. Definitely not him. I thought. His pictures weren't all that good either.

After Eric, my attention level had gone down. I didn't listen to Andrew, Tyler, and Jessica. I was too busy thinking about Edward.

I was terrified. Would he recognize me? Probably not. I looked completely different from when he last saw me.

Just then, a terrible feeling came over me. What if he did recognize me? Should I tell him I knew him then? Or would that make him mad? Finally, there was a knock on my door. "Miss Swan, are you ready for Edward Cullen?"

"Yes, I am. Please send him in." I said confidently. However, on the inside I felt anything but.

Edward then walked in. He still looked as scary as he did in high school. My throat was really dry, and I could barely talk.

"Hello, Mr. Cullen." I managed to choke out.

"Miss Swan. Do you remember me from….?"



Oooooohhh A Cliffy! My first fanfiction. So please please please read and review. I could really use the help and the feedback. Thank you!