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I stared up at the massive building that loomed over me. It was large and hinted of ivy league, increasing my panic. This school was from another world; a rich, pampered world that I had no part in.

"Welcome, you must be Bella. I'm Tanya, I'll be your guide around The Cullen Institute of Fine Arts today." A tall, strawberry blonde woman stood in front of me, sticking out her well-manicured hand for me to shake. I grabbed it tentatively.

"Hi." I said shyly, still gawking at the colossal school.

"Here, let me get someone to take your bags to your room." Tanya looked around, then spotted a hulking figure wrestling a tall, thinner one. "Emmett McCarty! Get your ass over here!"

The large one jogged over, a sheepish grin on his face. "Yes, Ms. Tanya?"

Just then Tanya's cell phone rang. "Tanya speaking." She started muttering to the person on the other line, then rolled her eyes. "Uh, huh. I'll be there. Okay. Stupid kid." She snapped the phone shut and turned over to us, suddenly smiling sweetly at Emmett.

"Emmett, I'll completely forget about you just giving Mr. Whitlock over there a beating if you take Bella around campus. She's Ms. Hale's roommate. I'm sure you know where she lives." She wagged her eyebrows suggestively.

Emmett smiled. "Cool. New meat." I cowered a little under the gaze of this grizzly. His grin widened.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Ugh. That stupid Newton kid-you'll meet him soon- was showing off for Ms. Stanley and fell off the garden wall landing on Alice Brandon. She got pissed off and their posses started fighting. I have to go stop them from murdering each other. Don't worry," she saw my distressed face, "Emmett doesn't bite."

She jogged off, dialing her phone while she did. Emmett grabbed my bags, leaving the smallest one for me to tote.

"C'mon. Rose'll want to meet you. You're rooming with the prettiest girl on campus, you know."

"Great." I said sarcastically. Emmett laughed.

"Well, I am a little biased. She's my girlfriend." His grin was so wide now I thought his face would split in half.

We toured the campus, its grandeur awing me into silence. Emmett talked and chatted boisterously, letting me wallow in my silence.

"So, you're a scholarship student, right?" Emmett asked after we had walked for a while.

"Um, yeah."

"Ha, good luck with that." He said, bitterness seeping into his voice.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Bella, there's a certain way things are here. First, the student body is separated into two groups: The rich, pampered heirs of the world, and the scholarship students, the middle-class, the outsiders. There are very few of the outsiders, and they usually tend stick together. Some of the rich kids don't…like the outsiders. I don't mind them, and you seem pretty cool. If anyone gives you any trouble, tell me. I'll be surrogate big brother on campus."

I smiled. "Thanks, Emmett."

"No problem. Anyways, then you take the group of rich kids. They're split into two. We've got the preppy, country-club snobs, moi included," he chuckled, "and the pretending-to-hate-the-world, rebel-wannabes. Like my roommate, that kid I was wrestling when Tanya called me over. He's sooo annoying, I had to teach him a lesson." He chuckled again.

We stopped outside a door on the second floor of Dwyer Hall, the dorm I now lived in. The door was elaborately decorated to look like a Hollywood dressing room, with a big, gold star smack in the middle with the name Rosalie printed on it. I was intimidated before I even met her.

Emmett knocked politely on the door. A sultry voice from the other side called, "It's open!"

We walked in to a large dorm, half well decorated with a hint of designer origins. The other half was plain and boring. Guess which side was mine.

But nothing was as impressive as the girl inhabiting the room. She was tall, with lustrous gold hair and piercing blue eyes, and a body any model would die for. She was a goddess.

"You must be Bella. I'm Rosalie Hale. Welcome to Cully."

"Cully?"

"Nickname for the school. It'll make you seem more…native, if you will."

"Oh, okay." I glanced around awkwardly. Emmett had dropped my bags on my bed, and was now lying on the loveseat in front of the plasma TV. Must be nice to be rich.

"C'mon, it's almost time for dinner. Which cafeteria should we go to tonight? Sushi bar? Italian bistro? Or should we order Chinese?" I felt my jaw drop a little at each suggestion. It must be really nice to be rich.

"I say Italian. Jasper-my roommate's-" he added for me, "crew are probably at Sushi."

"Italian it is. You coming, Bella?"

"S-sure."

"Hmm. Let's change you into something else, first, though. I love a good makeover."

Crap.

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