Twilight's characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and not me.

The plane was landing. As the news of the flight's arrival sounded over the intercom two dazed brown doe-like eyes blinked slowly from their long sleep. She had dozed off about three hours ago after departing from Baltimore, Maryland on the East Coast of the United States of America. She had left Forks, Washington earlier this morning, but the trip to England had been briefly intervened during that one stop to refill the plane. But hey, if it meant not crashing over the Atlantic, Bella was perfectly content with the delay to arriving at her new family.

Well her new family for the next four months at least. For you see, the seventeen year old had enrolled in the foreign exchange program last year. After the nuisance they called paper work was completely filled out and filed, five students from her school were transferring with multiple schools scattered across the country. So it would be a totally new experience and new people. Her parents had deemed it a perfect opportunity for her to break out of her reserved and shy self. At a new school she would be forced to socialize with unfamiliar faces, right?

Right.

Not to mention she would have a new 'sister' by her side during the whole experience. She had requested being put in a family with a daughter. That was probably the only thing that got her dad to also sign the forms. That and it would give her parents some long overdue alone time. She shuttered not wanting to dwell on that fact. The man next to her barely paid her heed for this reaction and probably had thought it was from the slight jolt as the plane hit the runway.

As people began to stand she stood up and smoothed down her pair of black skinny jeans and her light grey sweater that fell to right above her knees. A thick black belt stretched across her mid section making sure her slim and delicate feature was not lost in the outfit. Of course all of this down to the ballet flats was courtesy of Renee, her mother. She had to agree her normal T-shirt and jeans would hardly be suitable for meeting the family she was staying with. A good first impression was the key.

Descending the stairs the mahogany haired girl eyed her feet the whole time to keep from tripping. She was determined to have her first step on foreign territory to not have her wind up on her hands and knees. A simple request in the end. It worked though. She made it to the luggage conveyer belt without a single falter in her step. Her luck was on her side as well as she saw a familiar grey and black plaid suitcase made its round. Plucking it off the belt it instantly hit the ground again. She hadn't packed much, but it was enough for her to drop it immediately again.

A blush formed on her cheeks as a boy her age eyed her and rolled his eyes. It infuriated her though. Sure she was having difficulty with her luggage, but that gave him no right to act so obviously obnoxious. Instead of snorting or being bold and making a scene she just turned. This time her suitcase was easier to handle. She knew the weight and now it hardly seemed a bother. Sure it still was held slightly awkwardly by her side, but it was better than dragging it across the floor.

The small teenager stopped looking around for the Cullen family. She realized now that it might prove a wild goose chase. The lobby was swamped with people and she wasn't sure who she was looking for. Fortunately her problems came to an end as soon as she saw three figures holding a sign that read 'Swan' in black sharpie on its fine white surface. Stepping towards the sign a new problem was presented though.

Her mouth fell slowly open as she saw the family. Sure they were inhumanly beautiful, but that was hardly the problem. The one around her age was far from what she had anticipated. She was talking about a six foot tall bronze haired guy. A guy! This couldn't be possible. Her mind was shouting for her to turn and keep looking, but deep down she knew it was no coincidence. How many people were here looking for a Swan.

Stepping forward out of the sea of black suits and other business men and women she finally reached the couple and their son. With a forced smile she asked already knowing the answer, "Hello, I'm Isabella Swan. You wouldn't happen to be the Cullen's would you?" The caramel haired woman turned her head towards the younger girl with slight confusion that was quickly replaced with what Bella couldn't mistake for anything, but complete friendliness.

Surprising the young American she embraced her in a hug and a as she pulled away grinned, "Hello I'm Mrs. Cullen, but you may call me Esme." Gesturing to the tall blonde haired male that could be mistaken for a model she introduced him for him, "And this is my husband Carlisle." She got a nod of a head and a small smile. It was genuine though regardless of his evident surprise as well. It came as small comfort to her that she wasn't the only one who had gotten a fast one pulled on her here.

The boy hardly his surprise as well though as a scowl seemed to form on his features. He ran a hand through his tousled hair as he whispered something to his father. Bella caught it though no matter how discreet it was originally planned to be. It struck her when she heard him say something about a mistake. Sure it was, but he didn't have to look at her like some kind of scum, now did he now? She wasn't throwing a tantrum and neither was his mom and yet of course he found room to almost throw a hissy fit. This could all be sorted out with the program. Soon she'd be miles away from here with another family and a sister this time. Evidently this didn't occur to him though. Only the issue at hand.

Louder now he turned to Esme as if Bella couldn't hear him from a mere five feet away, "This must be a mistake. We requested a boy. Not her." The way he said 'her' made her cringe. It was as if she was just some useless trash. As if she was unimportant. Replaceable.

Esme shot him a glare and he pursed his lips, "Hush, Edward."

Already she knew it was going to be a very long four months.

This is my first fanfic so please comment. I want to know it is worth continuing.

- Shattered