Hello, I hope you guys like this story. I don't own the characters but I do own this plot line! This is the prolouge. So it's rather short and there are some curses in this prolouge... so watch out and enjoy!

"Bella Swan get your ugly ass down here! You got some mail!" Hollered my yet again drunk mother; isn't she wonderful? Every day for her it was wake-up, go to work as a crappy dancer, get drunk, come home and yell at moi. Renee Swan in any person's eyes is anything but a role model as a mother.

Jumping off my old stingy bed, I landed onto the old carpeted floor and made my way down to her Highness. My clothes were worn, the skinny jeans faded and my grey sweater had holes from moths. My red high top convers were on the verge of falling apart. Everything in this apartment seemed to be broken. The floor boards creeked under my weight as I made my way torward the kitchen, the T.V. was broken after Renee had thrown her shoe at it a while back, and the doors were rusty.

"What the hell do you want with my life again, Mom?" I muttered at her as I entered the kitchen, how else do you greet a person who basically hates you? I was always this rude to her- routine stuff. And she always senselessly yelled back in her drunken ways. My jaw was tight with tension as I saw my mother's curly brown hair. She was turned away from me and I could smell cigars. "Oh yes instead of being a normal adult you can't live a day without a cigar instead of coffee." My sarcastic comment made her whirl around, the blood shot eyes narrowed in at me.

"How dare you disrespect me like that Isabella Marie Swan, I have provided for you all my life. Everything I do is for your greater interest." She screeched, her words slurred with drunkness, looking ready to throw the smoking cigar at me.

"Provide for me, when have you ever provided for me?!" I knew I should stop; I wasn't the drunk one here, but sometimes when someone is often so horrible to you for no reasonyou have to fight back. "The last time you did that was when you told me I wasn't bleeding; that I was having my period. However that wasn't real help because right after that you asked that I make you a Grandma real soon! What type of mother would say that to her child? You haven't been my 'real' Mother since I was ten. That's when my real mother left, and she left me with the devil itself- you." This was true in fact; my mom hadn't been half bad until she actually went bad when I was ten... and she wasn't the real person I loved anymore. Every single word I said made Renee flush with more and more anger. She seemed about ready to explode when I was finished. I was ready though, this was the daily routine how could I not be ready for it.

"You horrid child, you know what we have been through together. Your father cheated on me and I took you with me for your own sake. YOU should be greatful to me for saving you." Renee's typical comeback was this and I sighed. Must we repeat this every day?

"Yes Mother, I'm so greatful that you stole me away from a father who didn't really cheat on you it was the other way around, remember? Also I am so greatful for everything that you have done for me in the past. How you have told me that failiure is always an option and that I would have to feed and support myself. Yes I am totally greatful for all you have done for me. Uh NOT! Ever since you and Dad got a divorce and your newest 'boyfriend' left you have been a frickin mess. Get a life woman, get your old life back. You used to be the loving mother that I loved and understood. You used to be the lady that taught me to dance. Now you are the woman who is the bane of my existence. I probably won't go to college or even make it through High School Grad. with your income and mine together, plus my grades. Thats right you make me do more work in this 'house' and hire me out to others as a slave!" I almost shouted angrilly.

Renee was now slumped over a chair, she was so drunk I don't think she heard a word I said. Everything I say to this woman is a waste of bitch time.

"Whatever Isabella, just get your damn mail and go to school. Get lost for all I care, you ungrateful child. If you don't come home tonight I won't be calling up the police. Just leave and never come back." With those wonderful 'love' filled words Renee stumbled out of the room, probably going to her room to sleep and get another hangover. I groaned at the thought of remembering I was in tenth grade highschool. At possibly the worst high school ever, the teachers had scandals with students and everyone had no interest in doing well in school. To them I was an angel because I kept a B maybe A average.

You would expect that I would take time to recover from the fight I just had with my mother, but as I said you get used to it. I mean, ever since she became the uncaring mom that she is I'd grown accustomed to this. So I'm gonna move on with my life. That first starts with opening the big envelope on the counter. I grabbed it and took it back to the small room I called my own, quickly picking up my ratty looking backpack and dumping all my homework into it. Breakfast could wait, Phoneix had many small quick-stop breakfast places. As I walked out of the cigar smelly apartment of mine, I thought about how still had plenty of time to get to school. It was about seven ten and I the school was only a couple blocks away.

That gave me plenty of time to open this interesting letter. As I walked down the streets, I didn't really see anything. All my focus was on this letter, was it what I thought it was: the reply telling me if I got excepted into the end of high school-college dance Academy. The place I wanted to get into was called, The Language of Dance. If I got in it would mean bye-bye horrible mother, bye-bye horrible High School of mine, good bye old life hello new one! All sound died out, suddenly I could hear my heart beat thumping against my chest. This was it... this letter was going to decide my destiny...

Slowly I ripped open the letter, inside it were many papers, but the one in the front of it stood out. It was gold framed and had big words on it. My hands trembled as I opened it up to see possibly the best thing in my life. Three words, I WAS IN!

YAY I'm DONE! fRANkiEGirL61 beta'd this prolouge and I thank her for this! Please review and tell me what you think, is this story what you people want to read or not? Everything you peoples want to tell me matters! I'll take the advice and improve the story!

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