A/N: So…a new story. Just a small ficlet, for one of my FFN friend's birthday. Hope y'all enjoy this, and don't forget to leave a review at the end!

Prologue

I slammed the door to my five-star penthouse, anger racing through my veins.

"Aww, little Janie didn't get what she wanted today?" My twin brother Alec, the ever-annoying know-it-all, appeared in front of me in our marble foyer.

"Shut up, Alec," I grouched. "You don't know what you're talking about." I dumped my Burburry bag somewhere along the floor, the haze of fury still clouding my thoughts.

"Then enlighten me, dear twin. What didn't go right in the world of Jane Volturi today?" Alec's incessant nagging started to get on my nerves, but he was my twin. He deserved to know.

I hopped up on our granite kitchen counter, the coolness of the material contrasting my red-hot anger. "That bitch Victoria edged me out for the scholarship competition."

Alec's face immediately turned serious. "You mean that scholarship to the Fashion Institute of America?"

I nodded. "That one. I'm out of the running." Victoria Hunter, my arch nemesis since grade school, had finally beaten me at something – and it had to be graduate school college applications.

"But aren't there other scholarships to apply for?" he asked, ever the optimist.

I sighed, grabbing a bottle of Voss water from our refrigerator. "Yeah, but that was the only one that guaranteed me a spot in the Spring 2014 Fashion Show."

Alec laughed. "So, other than that scholarship, you'd have to put in effort to get your work in there?"

I threw the metal cap of my water bottle at him, enraged that he would make fun of me. "It was a really great scholarship! I can't believe that little slut bag stole it from under me."

"You were only in the running because Dad paid them off," Alec told me, a somber look on his face.

I rolled my eyes. Our father was a very successful businessman, with his own string of financial corporations all across America. "I know. But no one else needs to know that."

It was his turn to roll his eyes. I swear, as twins, we did the exact same things, just at different times. "You are such a drama queen, Janie. She probably deserved it, much more than you did. You'll still be able to go to school there."

I huffed. "No one's supposed to be better than me."

"With that attitude, you wouldn't even be able to last a day in the real world," Alec scoffed.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Oh yeah? You wanna put your money where your mouth is?"

He smiled an evil smile at me, one that we both got from our mother. It's hereditary, apparently. "Why not? Alright, how about this: I bet you that you wouldn't be able to last one month, working as a regular person in one of Dad's offices."

I shot the same smile back at him. "And I'm willing to take you up on that. What position would I go for?"

"Personal assistant."

I scowled momentarily, knowing that Alec picked the most humiliating job of any office worker. But I couldn't let him know that I was already starting to regret this.

"Alright," I said, a little bit excited at the thought of becoming a real girl for once. Growing up as Aro and Renata Volturi's daughter, I always had the best of everything, even if I wanted something normal. I was popular at school, but only because my friends wanted to see my spacious home and live my beautiful life for a day. Over the years, I'd learned to accept my life as an advantage, not a burden, and it had benefitted me greatly.

But I was finally getting the chance to be part of the real world, and I was going to give it all I'd got.