AN: Hi! This is my very first FanFiction. Chapters might be a bit shorter than your usual story. I had this story milling about in my brain for a few months now and finally got it down onto Word! Please enjoy.


BPOV

Bella. Italian for beautiful. I was neither of those things. The word bella implied beauty, confidence, and grace. I was the exact and polar opposite. I was not beautiful. I was plain. Ordinario. I had brown hair that I was constantly smoothing flyaways from, dull, brown eyes, and I was unusually pale, for someone that lived in the sunny city of Phoenix, Arizona. I'd gotten teased a lot for wherever I went. I was also tripping constantly. If there were Olympics for tripping, I would've won the gold medal easily. It was a talent, really, the fact I could trip over my own two feet. This lead to frequent hospital visits, which made for a gigantic hospital file. My only friends, in fact, were probably the various nurses and doctors. But then again, they were probably paid to be nice to me. Unlike me, my mother Renee was a supermodel, who had travelled all over the world. That was the only positive thing about being the daughter of the famous Renee Swan. Oh, excuse me, Renee Dwyer. One of the things I liked was travelling. That way, I'd never had to make friends with anyone. What was the point? I was an outcast anyway. Once people found out I was the ugly duckling, they sneered at me wherever I went. I often found it easier to block the people's stares and whispers at school, and when I came home I'd often immerse myself in my music, playing my flute and reading. Soon, it had become a routine.

However, on my 16th birthday, my mother, and her husband Phil, had said it would be nice for me to go live with Charlie, my father. I was not very surprised at this news, as I had caught Renee and Phil often arguing about what to do with me, the hermit. I was never one for fiery discussions. I had simply nodded my head, and retreated back to my room. Soon enough, they came charging in. Renee, her eyes bright, with the thought of another responsibility finally lifting from her flighty shoulders, and Phil, a smile upon his face. I had a sneaking suspicion he never liked me much. Renee had sat down on the corner of my bed, and patted the spot next to her. I went over and had sat with a sigh, while they explained the details of where I would be going, and staying. I had originally thought that Charlie and I would live in the same house, but him being a distant CEO, the chances were slim. I was right. Renee had droned on and on about a 'lovely school that would be happy to have a very intelligent girl'. I tuned out most of her chatter, but I did manage to catch a few details. It was in London, England. I was pleased by this news. I found this charm in foreign places. The different culture and lifestyle fascinated me. My favourite place that I had visited thus far was Italy. I loved the peaceful scenery that Italy provided me with. However, I was quite excited to move to London. This excitement had gone down significantly when Renee told me I'd be attending a boarding school. I hated them. I'd attended one when I lived for a brief period of time in Ottawa. I found the people there were often snobby, and quite superficial. I opened my mouth to protest, when Renee bulldozed on. She told me that this was a lifetime opportunity and that these kids were academics, like me. I saw no way out. I couldn't stay with Charlie. It would almost be like living by myself. I welcomed this alternative to living with a whole bunch of prissy people; however she, along with Phil, had refused almost outright. Renee blabbered on about making connections for a future, that's how Charlie got started and now is a very successful CEO, etc. I tossed the idea of asking her why she didn't stay with him, but I knew that would be venturing into very dangerous waters, especially with Phil around. So I kept my mouth shut. I nodded, and they finally got up and left, with a sigh. I didn't like to talk much to people that wouldn't listen.

I heaved a sigh and went to my giant closet. I had quite a lot of clothes, although I didn't wear about half of it. Renee had pressured me into getting all this, saying that I should enjoy this luxurious lifestyle I had been blessed with. I disagreed vehemently. I saw no reason to waste money on frivolous things such as clothing. I would grow out of it soon, anyway. I was 5'6, nearing on 5'8. The tall genes from my mother had finally caught on. However, because my flight was leaving tomorrow, I had to start packing. I lugged out my giant Louis Vuitton suitcase out of the depths of my closet. I stuffed about half my closet in to my 7 suitcases. The rest didn't fit. I had planned to give them away to charity anyway. I didn't need it, and guaranteed Charlie would throw money at me to make up for him being distant. I threw what I needed into boxes haphazardly, and taped them up so the flaps would at least stay closed. I then stacked them up next to my door, and flopped onto my bed. This was it. My last night in Phoenix. Tomorrow, my life would change, for better or for worse I had no idea.


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