Hey guys,
It's been a long, long time since I've posted basically anything here. But in Australia, college students (for australia, college isn't university) have now finished for the year and I've found I have a lot of free time. So, after searching for a story to satisfy my newly sparked Twilight obsession, I came up with nothing that I was really looking for, so I decided to write my own.

A few quick notes before we begin?

As I live in Australia and have little to no knowledge as to where anything is in America, or even what it's like, I have decided that the college Bella attends is made up, and the lifestyle they live there is close to what it is down here.

When I was searching, I found that I got really confused when people changed point of views, so there will be none of that. Bella's point of view the whole way.

Sorry for any spelling errors, my computer doesn't have some sort of update which, in turn, doesn't enable me to have spell check so, it's all up to me to edit it. Yay.

I really hope you enjoy this, please be sure to leave reviews,

Lauren

It was cold when I walked outside Charlie's house today. Of course, it was always cold in Forks, it would be stupid to assume it would be anything more, but today it felt... colder, not just in temperature.

The walk to my Chevy was tricky, and avoiding fall on my butt was my first task for today. It was wet and muddy, and I'd already packed a spare pair of clothes in the truck just in case, but the windows weren't tinted, and changing in there would be just as embarrassing as wearing a mud patch on my butt all day.

I made it successfully, clinging to the sides of the Chevy to make it, but as soon as I was rested inside, I turned on the heat and let the air fill my lungs. Today was going to be difficult.

Today I left Charlie's house. I would miss him indefinitely, but I would try to make it home for Christmas, even if my mother's house in Jacksonville was more appealing. I loved my dad, and over the past year and a bit, I found that it was easy living with him, since he was never really home and if I managed to keep the house in order, he had no quarrels with me doing what I wanted. He would have loved to wave me off to college - wouldn't every dad? - but Charlie had his duties as the town Chief of Police, and if there was a domestic in this small town, he was gonna do something about it.

A domestic on my last few hours in Forks. Typical.

I would have loved to say goodbye again, but at least I didn't have too pretend I was going to miss this place. The pretense was making my cheeks hurt with over-straining.

I sighed and looked at my hands whilst they turned the key in the ignition and grabbed the steering wheel. I was ready to leave Forks behind.

After parking my Chevy, I headed towards the main office of RMIT University, where I was greeted with a large crowd of people all wanting their dorm and rooms. I didn't particularly like the idea of having a roommate, and I found myself hoping that, somehow, they'd be just like Charlie. I didn't mind cleaning and cooking so long as they didn't interfere, which sounds horrible, but I wasn't here to make friends.

There were three lines heading straight for the counters, and I joined the shortest one I could find. It wasn't necessarily the fastest, but I didn't mind. I wasn't in any rush.

After half an hour of standing, it was finally my turn, and I greeted the lady with a smile.

"Bella Swan," I said to her bored looking face.

After a minute of searching the messy papers on the desk in front of her, she responded. "I'm sorry, there's no 'Bella Swan' here, though there is an 'Isabella Swan'," she studied my face. "Is this you, dear?"

"Yes," I told her with confidence, a little embarrassed that I hadn't thought that one through. "Sorry," I added sheepishly on the end.

She nodded and scanned the paper. "Dorm E, room one hundred and forty two."

I smiled and took my papers from her. "Thankyou."

The dorms looked more like a three story flats more than anything else. Inside each one was slightly different, but they all had the same characteristics. Each number on the doors were in the same font, if you found two or more indoor plants, they were the same type, and the students that wandered the halls excitedly buzzed with the same enthusiasm, harmonious in a way.

As I found my room, I clasped the doorhandle and sighed. I prayed my roommate wasn't here yet.

I opened the door and stepped inside, shuffling what little luggage I had through the door. When I looked up, to my disappointment, a set of bags were already in place by the small kitchen, and the room smelled of flowers - some sort of perfume I assumed.

"Hello?" I called out quietly, observing every door there was while I walked, slowly, into the middle of the room, forgetting my bags behind me. "Hello?"

There was a small giggle from inside one of the doors and braved myself to open it.

I'd found the small living room - well, area - and on a small couch planted in front of an old tv sat four of the most beautiful people I had ever met, the two girls curled up to the two men, ghostly in their appearance. There was one more, too, that was rooted to the ground, unmoving, not looking at anything specific, but was definitely included into whatever conversation they were having, cut short by my entrance.

One of the girls, the small, black haired one, leaped wistfully off the couch and walked with great grace to me. Her grin stretched from ear to ear, and her golden eyes matched perfectly.

"You must be Isabella!" she chirped, taking my hand and shaking it vigorously. When she decided that that gesture couldn't fully extinguish what she was feeling, she crushed me into a hug.

"Bella," I corrected awkwardly, "Please, call me Bella."

She grinned. "My name is Alice. Alice Cullen. These are my - friends."

I didn't forget to notice her stutter.

"This is Rosalie," she gestured to the blonde beauty, "and Emmett, their a couple," the buff beauty, "Jasper, my better half and Rosalie's sister" the passive beauty, "And this is Edward, my brother," the copper hair'd beauty.

I greeted them all with a pathetic 'hey' before she continued.

"You and I are roomies! Wow, this is awesome!" she chirped grabbing my hand and leading me towards the already crowded couch. She sat me down in her spot on the end of the couch and knelt down next to Edward.

Edward never seemed to notice my presence like the rest of them did, and didn't look like he cared as I was forced to tell them my life story. I pretended not to notice, whether out of politeness or the fact I just didn't care, I did not know.

Of course you care, idiot.

I wished I could slap my inner monologue.

What did you think? Let me know! Should I continue?