Well here is my third story. I'm sorry that I haven't written for my other two since America was founded, but I just haven't been inspired for them. In passing, please enjoy my newest story, and tell me if it sucks.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, unless I say so. Okay, so I own who I made the characters, but I don't own who they were before.

Bella

Isabella Marie Swan,

It has come to the attention of The Secret International Academy of Magical Creatures (SIAMC) that you are an unidentified species of magical creature. The Academy is located on a private island off the coast of Australia, which we lovingly call Myth Island. We would be greatly pleased if you would join us and your fellow classmates at SIAMC.

SIAMC schools students from kindergarten to the highest University level, who come from all over the world and speak different languages. You will not only be trained in basic to advanced school learning, but will also be instructed on the uses or special abilities of your current form, and how to control them.

All students are also required to fill out a form indicating that uses of special abilities for violence is strictly prohibited. Being caught using these abilities for violence once will be a week long suspension of said abilities, twice will be a month long suspension and prohibition to roam school grounds. If you are caught a third time, it will result in an automatic expulsion, your memory of your time here will be erased and you will go home. In specific circumstances, such as being used for self-defense or during a lesson, uses will be disregarded.

Please fill out all forms enclosed. We feel you must know that this island is undetectable via satellite GPS, and this school must remain confidential. Enclosed with this letter are a confidentiality waiver, abilities usage form, personal details form, a course schedule and handbook to help you fill it out and your last school report card. Please fill these out and place the envelope into your mail box or slot. Write on the front "Accept" or "Decline" showing whether or not you will be attending classes with us.

You will receive plane tickets and instructions for the day after if you choose to come and learn with us, in which case you should pack clothing (there are no school uniforms and you are permitted to order five outfits per month at maximum, free of charge), toiletries, and any other necessities. You will be sharing a dorm suite with two other people, which will have three bedrooms, each with adjoining washroom, a kitchen area with regularly stocked refrigerator, and an entertainment room, which may contain televisions, books, etc.

Pets are permitted and gladly welcomed, but if your pet is to stay in your dorm, please be sure that all dorm mates have no allergies or complaints about your pet. Full housing and care will be provided for out of dorm pets, and they will be treated free of charge if any become ill.

If you choose to decline this offer, all traces of this contact will be terminated and you will forget ever hearing of the institute.

Our fondest hopes that you will join us,

Doctor Carlisle Cullen

I read the letter over a couple times. Is this a joke or something? There is no possible way that I am some new mythical species. I'm just Bella Swan from Forks, Washington.

I've never been extraordinary. I have brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and I'm five foot four inches tall. I'm slim, but not toned in any way, seeing as I don't play sports of any kind. I'm the clumsiest person you will ever meet and I can't walk across a flat surface without tripping over something. I like to read and listen to music, maybe a little painting here and there, I don't watch a lot of TV and I'm never at parties or social gatherings. I've never even been on a date, let alone had a boyfriend.

I want to be a teacher or an author when I'm older, or maybe I'll paint something that will make me famous. I never even imagined that my life could be that of a fictional being.

"This has to be a prank. This has to be a prank," I chanted to myself. I bet Jessica Stanley planted it in my mailbox and is just waiting for me to put it back out there, so she can tell the school that even I think I'm a freak.

Then again, Jessica isn't smart enough to think of something like this, and it is also far too well written for the grade level of anyone at Forks High.

I gave a gentle pat to my new husky Sam. He looked up at me, one eye hazel, the other ice blue, as if to say "Can we go? Can we go?"

"I'll think about it, Sammy. Let's go for a walk first." His ears pricked at the mention of a walk, and he was at the mahogany wood door of my bedroom in a flash.

I pushed myself off of the purple clad, lumpy bed in the corner of my closet sized room and grabbed the leash from my hanger, along with a light brown jacket.

There was a light drizzle as we walked out from under the porch and, after locking the door with the key under the eave, we came to the side of my house and followed a trail in the forest.

Sam was still a puppy, about ten months old, and always let me remember. He's almost completely black right now, except for a silver belly and what I think looks like a crescent moon mark, which is an ivory color, placed right in the middle of his forehead. The breeder had said the black would turn silver in most parts, and the silver would turn white as he ages. He was the only puppy with a hazel eye, and no one seemed to want him for that.

But when Sam and I had met, I felt an instant connection to him. The breeder was so surprised that she just gave him to me. I couldn't leave him behind.

What if the girls in my dorm don't like him? What if they don't like me? What if they're like Jessica or Lauren? Will they have five eyes and ridicule me for having two? What if, once I get there, they realize I'm nothing special and just send me back? I don't have anyone to come back to.

When I was eleven, my mother and father were killed while hiking in the woods. I didn't have any god parents or anyone to look after me, so I was handed over to child services. I now live with Charlie Swan here in Forks, but he's never home. I could tell him there was a boarding school I'm going to and he would never suspect anything more.

I hadn't noticed we had made it out to the other side of the forest, but I did notice someone jogging our way.

"Hey Bella! Hi Sam!" said Mike Newton. Mike is a nice guy, one of the first friends I made here, but sometimes he can be…too nice.

"Hi Mike, how's business at the shop?" Mikes family owned a hiking gear shop in Forks and he works there a majority of the time to help out his parents.

"Going a bit slow, this is mosquito season!" he joked. Mike looked a little on edge today. That is not a good sign.

"So Bella, I was wondering if… if m-maybe you want to go out this Friday?"

This is the problem with Mike, he doesn't really understand that we're just friends.

"I'm sorry Mike." I'm not sorry. "I'm going out of town. There's this new school that I'm thinking about going to and I wanted to see it." His face was a mixture of disappointment and horror. Why did I bring up a school I'm not supposed to talk about? Why can't I just say "I don't like you!" and put him straight.

"What? When? Why are you leaving? You can't leave Bella, there's so much you'd miss! You would miss Prom and graduation with all of your friends, you'd miss all the clouds and the trees and rain… I'd miss you," he looked down at me with that face, the one that reminds me of Sam when he wants to go for a walk, or wants food. Either way, I know that look well.

I gave him a light hug, or what was supposed to be, but he pulled me in tight. "It would be a great opportunity for me. And if I choose to go, I'd leave in a few days probably." My voice was slightly muffled seeing as my face was pressed into his damp jacket.

I pulled away slightly. "I'd still be able to go to a Prom and graduate, just not here, I'm sure there's enough rain there, and to tell you the truth, you and Eric are really my only friends here." I stressed friends, hoping he'd get the point.

"Bella… don't go. Please don't go. It wouldn't be the same without you." His expression was just so sad, so I gave him just a little hope.

"Well, I still haven't decided, so I may not even leave." His blue eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Right! And no matter how nice that school is, you know there's no where like here in Forks!" Just then, I smelled something a bit funky. I looked down to see that Sam had taken a dump…right beside Mike's shoe!

"Um, Mike? Looks like Sam wanted you to have a little going away gift!" I giggled and motioned with my hand to the pile of dog poop, which I would have to clean up…sigh.

"Ah gross! Sam, you rascal!" He was laughing though, so I knew he wasn't serious.

"Say you're sorry, mister," I playfully scolded my dog. He responded with a half bark, half yowl, and Mike and I had a bit of a laugh.

"I guess that's our cue to leave. Bye Mike!" I yelled back after trashing the dog poop.

"See you later, Bella!" he yelled back.

Now that I think about it, this would be great. I'd leave behind my dull life, and go somewhere exciting. I'd make some friends and maybe get a boyfriend. And even if they do realize I have no powers, I could still stay there. I'd find a reason to, any reason. I think I'll like it.

My brain wouldn't let me discard this idea, so enjoy. And, since my brain was so insistent, I will not be writing any of my other stories until this is finished, and if I do, send me a virtual smack down!

Loves Iris