"The Ugly Duckling"
Edward pov.
"A new artist swept onto the board 2 years ago and quickly became one of the best known artists of this time. She goes by the name of "the ugly duckling" even though her pieces are anything but ugly. Her newest piece depicting her version of stairs leading to heaven has sold for over 2.8 million at an art auction in New York! What cant this ugly duckling do?"
I muted the TV and scoffed. Who cares what she has done. I may love art but I refuse to listen to her greatness anymore. She is all anyone in the art industry had heard of for the last two years, and im sick of it. 'Ugly duckling this and ugly duckling that' who cares about her art anymore.
Honestly im jealous of her. She has such talent and makes big bucks on anything she even touches. I have seen everything she ever did from the beginning. What I wouldn't do to meet her, but no one knows who she is. Her name is always kept secret and her manager sells all of her art for her. No one has ever laid eyes on this "Ugly Duckling" person.
She could be anyone, anywhere. I might even know her, but I doubt it, I'm the only one in this town that is good in art class. All anyone knows about is that she is young, and talented.
Her manager, Renee won't tell anyone who she is. My only wish is to meet her.
Bella pov.
I was in my art room, saying my goodbyes. I would miss this place. However I agreed with my mother and manager that moving to forks was better. People at school were starting to doubt my "im awful at art" act and I didn't want to take chances. Even though I was emancipated I still lived with my mom. I just wanted to know that I could make my own choices and if I end up in a hospital I don't want anyone deciding my fate. Im a bit of a control freak in that way.
"Bella!" my mom called from up the bottom of the stairs. I was in the attic that over the years had served as an amazing art room. I yelled that I was coming and headed down the steps.
I grabbed my suitcases and sped down the staires. Although I had millions of dollars I had chosen a small (in my opinion) cabin in the woods sorounding Forks. I would be attending Forks high and it was a fresh new start. A whole new school full of people that had no idea who I was.
I grinned and waved goodbye to Renee and got in the dark car. I wouldn't be living with Renee anymore. I thought it high time I get a place of my own. I was 16 for crying out loud!
Im sure she would check up on me every 6 months and a weekly phone call about my art progress, but I was free. I looked out the window and daydreamed of what forks would be like.