I have gotten a few review telling me about some mistakes so I have decided that because people might actually be reading I will fix it up. Repost # 1 . Sadly I am not Stephanie Mayer and I do not own twilight. Bella is not a happy as she was before. I am not in the best mood. BF and I broke up.

"Bella get down here" My 'aunt called and I grinned changing in my favorite a pair od skinny jeans,a tank top and some combat boots. I grabbed my leather jacket from the closet. I also let my mahogany hair flow down my back. I put some lip gloss and mascara on. I grabbed my backpack and running down stairs. Once I reach the bottom, I nodded dully to Renata and ran to my car pulling my car keys out and jumping in my car. I drove to the small town school easily. I jumped out and basically skipped into the office, people staring on the way . I just rolled my eyes why can't people have lives of their own. Once I entered the office plumb women looked up and smiled at me. I frowned at this why the hell was she so happy. I strolled over to her and she outstretched her hand and I just looked at it. She looked at me expectantly but I just rolled my eyes.

"Isabella Volturi"

"I'm Mrs. Cope. Here's your schedule and a map. You have a lovely day" She gave me two pieces of paper. I took it and left not really feeling like being nice to her. I walked into the class and apparently I was late and I knocked on the door. So not scare the teacher he looked at me and gave me a soft smile and nodded. I entered easily walking over to him. The whole class's eyes were one me. What are peoples problem Goodness

"Hello you must be Isabella" He standing.

"Bell" I correct instantly. He turned to the class who was already staring.

"Class this is Bell Volturi" He said gesturing to me and I smiled.

"Hi" I said lamely crossing my arms over my chest.

"Bell do you play an instrument" He smiled at me.

"Yeah I play the piano, the guitar, the harp, the Viola and the base. " I said bored at this conversation. He looked shock at my abilities, he had no idea.

"Do you sing?" One of the kids in the class asked and I glared him

"Yeah"

"Why don't you play us something" The teacher said and I nodded. Walking over to the piano, I took a deep breathe took my hair back into a pony tale.

"I wrote this song when I was 14" I sighed.

Take me, I'm alive
Never was a girl with a wicked mind
But everything looks better
When the sun goes down

I had everything
Opportunities for eternity
And I could belong to the night

Your eyes, your eyes
I can see in your eyes, your eyes

You make me wanna die
I'll never be good enough
You make me wanna die
And everything you love
Will burn up in the light

And every time
I look inside your eyes
You make me wanna die

Taste me, drink my soul
Show me all the things
That I shouldn't know
And there's a blue moon on the rise

I had everything
Opportunities for eternity
And I could belong to the night

Your eyes, your eyes
I can see in your eyes, your eyes
Everything in your eyes, your eyes

You make me wanna die
I'll never be good enough
You make me wanna die
And everything you love
Will burn up in the light

And every time
I look inside your eyes
(Burning in the light)
Make me wanna die

I'll die for you, my love, my love
I'll lie for you, my love, my love
(Make me wanna die)

I'll steal for you, my love, my love
(You make me wanna die)
I'll die for you, my love, my love
We'll burn up in the light

Every time I look inside your eyes
I'm burning in the light
I look inside your eyes
I'm burning in the light
I look inside your eyes
You make me wanna die

I sighed wwhen I was done and took my hair down. I never wore my hair up. The looked around and they were shocked to say the least. I guess didn't seem talented. I was insult.

"You are very talented, Bell" The teacher and the rest of class passed easily. Then came French. I speak fluent french. I watched into the classroom and waited for the teacher.

"You must be new I'm Mrs. Harold. Do you speak French?" (French) The teacher said in a not quite french accent.

"Yeah I do. I am actually fluently in it"(French)

"Oh Okay. So how is forks to you?"(French) The way she spoke it kind of irritated. She over enunciated a lot of words.

"It's just another Temporary home for me"(French)

"I see and how did you get into french. I know that learning languages isn't easy." (French)

"My mother took me to paris and I decided that I was going to speak French. It's was a lot of fun to me at least" (French)

"I always wanted to go but alas it never happened"

""Ah but I went last year. It's magnificent. I went on the way to visit my romanian cousins. I love Paris" (French) I sighed. "But you can't really practice French because all they want to do it practice their English on you. Its quite entertaining" She laughed as the classed looked on confused accept a Vampire sitting in the back who probably knew exactly what I said. Vampire tend to have a lot of time on their hands. Not sleeping and all.

Like Before the language will be in brackets at the end of the sentence. It's easier. I don't have to think about.