Hey guys! I just had to write this because this story has been stuck in my head and it's distracting me from my other fanfics! Anyway...

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters. I wish I owned Edward...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Urgh shut up!" I groaned to the persistent beeping of the alarm clock.

Every morning I woke up to the awful screeching that erupted from the dreadful machine. At least they do their purpose…ruin a good sleep. Sighing, I untangled myself from the bed covers and stumbled to the bathroom. Throughout the night, I had been tossing and turning dreading the day to come. Looking in the mirror I saw scarily dark shadows under my eyes, proof of my restlessness. The shadows looked worse than they actually are due to my unnaturally pale skin. It was impossible to tan with this skin. But it's not like their was any hope of tanning in Forks, the wettest, gloomiest town known to man.

I had the worst case of bed hair imaginable. My long brown hair was tangled and scrunched up, it almost looked like I had an afro. Brown eyes filled with despair reflected in the mirror. Now, you may be thinking why am I so miserable? Well last night my parents landed a bombshell on me and my sisters.

*Flashback*

"Bella! Rosalie! Alice!" my mother, Renee, shouted from the kitchen. Me and my sisters bounded down the stairs, linking arms when we reached the bottom.

We entered the kitchen to see Renee and Charlie, our father, sat at the kitchen table.

"Take a seat girls" Charlie's deep voice said. I glanced at my sisters to see they were both looking just as confused as me. We sat in silence for a moment but if their was one thing I was known for, it's that I'm extremely impatient.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"As you have probably noticed, mine and your father's relationship has been on the rocks lately" my mother said in a matter of fact tone.

Of course we had noticed, it was constant arguing all night long.

Me and my sisters all nodded simultaneously.

"Well we both still love each other very much, and we would hate to split up. So we came up with a solution. And you're probably not going to like it." Charlie said, looking at me pointedly.

"Well, what is it?" Rosalie snapped. If their was one thing she was known for it was her temper.

"We are going to stay here and work on our relationship whilst you three are going to go to boarding school in England." Renee finished in a rush.

"WHAT!" we all exploded.

"Oh this is terrible! What about if they don't have good fashion sense in England? Are you really willing to put me through that much torture? Why don't you just go to England and we will stay here, with all the clothes shops that I love!" Me and Rose just stared at Alice as she finished her rant. If their was one thing Alice was known for it was her love for clothes.

"It's decided, go pack your things, you leave tomorrow." And with that my parents left the room, leaving me and my sisters dumbstruck.

*End of flashback*

I finished up in the bathroom and took one last look at my bedroom, that I was leaving behind. The room looked empty and wrong without all my belongings in it. I had packed them up last night, reluctantly. I had tried to convince my mother and father they were making a huge mistake, but they wouldn't listen to me. I loved them but sometimes, they make crappy decisions. I walked downstairs to see my sisters already there. Of course our outfits matched. It was like some freaky triplet side effect.

We always came down wearing the same outfit as each other, just slightly different. Like us. We may be triplets but we look nothing alike. Rosalie had platinum blonde hair that reached her waist with a figure to die for. It's the kind of figure that every girl dreams of but isn't lucky enough to get. She had startling blue eyes and when she was angry it was like they were piercing your soul. Right now, she was wearing a deep red tank top with a black miniskirt. A black leather bag hanging from her shoulder. Her face was set in grim determination for the following day.

Alice looked beyond upset. She looked like a part of her was being ripped away. She had black spiky hair that made her look even more like a pixie. Her height was what made her seem like a pixie, she was barely five foot tall. She wore a baby pink tank top with a white miniskirt. A similar shoulder bag as Rose's. Her green eyes locked with mine. They usually shone with happiness but right now I could see tears threatening to spill over. As if sensing her distress, Rosalie grabbed Alice's hand, silently reassuring her.

I sent her a grateful glance. I laughed internally as I looked down. I had on a deep blue tank top with a black miniskirt, and the same shoulder bag as my sisters. I knew at that moment we were all thinking the same thing: We look hot.

Walking towards my sisters, I took both of their hands and led them outside to our car. A canary yellow Porsche, that Alice absolutely adored. Me and Rose were planning on buying a car for ourselves once we reached England. Our mother was a cold hearted woman when it came to her job, she's a lawyer. She's a kick ass lawyer that everyone fears. But she's actually a loving mother that spoils her daughters.

We had quite a lot of money and every month our allowance would go into our separate bank accounts. $5000 a month. Life doesn't get much better than that. Our dad had a simple job of being the chief of police. He loved it though, and that's all that mattered. After hauling all of our luggage outside to the car, Charlie enveloped us in a huge hug. He was the kind of person that didn't show his feelings much, all three of us inherited that much from him. Everyone in this town knew we were stone cold bitches and if you mess with us, we will take you down. Of course when we were alone, we were the best sisters imaginable. Closer than you would actually think. Nothing could tear us apart, not even a hot guy with muscles to die for.

We drove to the airport in a comfortable silence. We didn't need to fill the silence with useless small talk. Alice stiffened when the airport came into view and I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She looked at me nervously and I just looked back, knowing I was getting my message across.

We're in this together.

So, what did you think? I've actually got the next 5 chapters written out and I'm uploading them now :) Review please...