Disclaimer: Ok I don't own twilight but I do own this story.

Ok I know almost everyone reading this has probably read a story like this. I am sorry if you have written a story like this but so have 50 other people seriously just look up "college" or "academy." I am warning you now if you do not like this summary don't read this story. Also i was looking through my comments recently and noticed someone commented that there is a story out there with the same names and a similar plot…. I'm hoping this was a super un-happy accident but on the more likely chance that it wasn't, I'm not asking you to take it down. This is fanfiction. Just at least give me some credit. I want to thank all the people who have reviewed over the past 3 years. The fact you like my stuff makes me so happy and the fact you take the time to tell me makes you super awesome. I adore this story line and don't know how I gave it up before. I know I have not been a very stable author but please give me another chance.

I love this story,

I love you guys for taking the time to read this,

and

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-twilightfan1313

Oh and I just wanted to sayyyy

I'M

Freshman Year

Chapter 1:

Beep Beep Beep!

I want... no need a new alarm clock. Lazily I rolled over and saw the annoying purple clock that was flashing and beeping because it was 5:00 AM. Charlie, my father, got me this alarm clock for Christmas a long time ago and claimed it would be loud enough to wake me up…. He was right but only because it had most annoying sound to it.

I guess that is a good thing though... I would probably sleep through any thing else... I am a really deep sleeper.

My mom and dad (most likely later known as renee and charlie) are doctors. With some of their friends from Med. School they started their own practice. They haven't been doing as well as they were hoping so they are working nearly 24/7. Which means this stupid obnoxious alarm clock is my only option.

I don't really like this situation though. Even though they get paid really well, help a lot of people, and are really good to me but I still miss them a lot. They are almost never home.

Just something else you should probably know about me before the story REALLY starts: I'm really really rich. Some idiot my dad works with even started a rumor that we are 'the richest family in New York' with hopes it would help the practice since people were talking about us. It didn't work. At. all. All it did was basically ruin my social life. This rumor has basically been the worse thing to ever happen to me. Because it spread like wildfire in the city. You never know who hangs out with you because of you or because of your money when something spreads like that. And ever since all my friends have acted so differently because of it. So… I basically no friends... except for a few but we aren't even that close so they aren't going to miss me next year. Pathetic. I know.

Oh my family also draws a lot of attention because of my grand-father. He is dead now but he was an inventor and a super good one at that. The home coffee maker with the little individual cups that only brews one cup of coffee at a time... that was all him.

He wanted everything to be liquidated then left half the money to be split in between his two daughters and the other half to be split amongst all his grandchildren. But, it turns out he ended up only having one grandchild he knew about. Leaving me with half of his cash. But that doesn't bother me too much because he said that the money is untouchable until I am eight-teen so that I couldn't blow it on stupid stuff. It just so happens that I am turning 18 in 3 years (I am fifteen now)(I was held back in kindergarten because my grandpaa took me to France for too long… He found out he had a desiese and was dying and wanted to go on a vacation with me… ya they held me back for that)

Somehow word got out about the money thing and everyone knows ALL about it but not about the fact I don't get the money for another four years, The only good thing that came out my grandfather's death was my aunt Lucy coming back to the states.

My crazy shopaholic aunt Lucy... She and my mom used to be really close. But at the age of 18 she moved with her boyfriend to England. His name was Ron. Once Aunt Lucy moved she lost contact with all her family including my mom. I was told he was the reason why my mom and Aunt Lucy didn't talk for a good 5 years and how he ruined the relationship and blah blah blah but I never met him so I am not one to judge.

Anyways he moved to England because his parents lived there and were ill. His parents died of old age and Ron was in a car crash in 2000. After all this happened I came home from school with my nanny at the age of 10 and saw this strange lady talking with my parents at the dinner table.

I later found out that she made a deal with my mom. She would take over the role as my nanny and take care of me when my parents weren't home if she could stay with us in our house. It was more about her not wanting to be alone than the fact she was starting to run out of money. She has been my best friend ever since.

She is 5'6 has beautiful blond hair and brighter highlights along with bright, big, blue eyes. Lucy takes me every where, she picks me up from school, drops me off at school, takes me shopping, helps me with my homework, gives me advice, and she is obsessed with boy talk.

So ya… I live in upstate New York with my mom, dad, and Aunt Lucy. We live in a rather large town house with six bed rooms, an entertainment room, a kitchen, living room, and five bathrooms. Most townhouses have two maybe three bedrooms, but my dad just had to buy the house next door and make it an add on. So then my mom looked out side and saw how it looked off being one house and two front doors. So she re-designed the front of the house now it is blue while all the other houses are gray or made of brick and while all the other houses look the same, ours looks like a house for the suburbs. It is awful no one can walk down the street without pointing and staring. (random fun fact : there actually is a real house like this in NYC the house inspired me to write this story)

"Bella get you butt out of bed, turn off that stupid alarm clock and finish packing! We are leaving in five hours!" Lucy continued yelling in her British accent. She always yelled when she was stressed.

"Lucy you're being a bit loud there don't ya' think" I yelled back.

"I am just worried about you going off to boarding school in CALIFORNIA!"she squealed while she came running into the room. She was bouncing off the walls. Even though I loved her accent she is way too loud. She came into the room skipping and plopped down on my bed and started shoving stuff into my suit case that I was just folding. She always wanted to go to California but she couldn't really go to a high school in California with me being the fact she is 28.

"Lucy, you are gonna' wake up my parents."

"Oh nonsense they have been workin' all night long. Don't worry about them, but, you have to call me the minute you get there. It is a good thing you are going on a Saturday that will give you a chance to unpack , and meet your roommate and meet some guys before you have to do all that boring school work." she started bouncing on my bed while she "helped me pack"... All she was doing was shoving my neatly folded clothes into a suit case.

"Shut up Lucy" I threw a shoe at her.

"Oh you know you want to meet a guy just as much as I want you to. Oh you should bring him here for Christmas break. It isn't like we don't have the room." She continued shoving while I folded.

"Lucy I'll find a guy on my own terms. Even if I did I am not bringing him here!" I said throwing my hands up in the hair.

Lucy stopped packing and starred at me "Why in the world wouldn't you bring him here? We have a lovely home."

"Oh I know we do but, I don't want a boy to only like me because of the money! Are you crazy?"

"Eh, I might be but who cares but Bella, that school costs nearly eighty thousand dollars a year. He should be used to all this stuff."

"I don't even know if there will even be a him"

"Bella don't talk like that there will be a guy you just wait and see." We talked and finished packing for the next two hours then we went down stairs and had breakfast.

At 8:00 two hours before we were to leave for the air port my parents finally showed up. They came in and said a quick goodbye before they had to leave again.

After my parents left we had about and hour to kill it was only 9. At 10 a car was coming to pick us up and take us to the airport. Lucy was coming with me to sit at the air port while I waited. I would have two hours to kill my plane didn't leave till noon. So we were gonna eat at the airport and talk. We did and while they said I had to board the plane we both started crying. We cried and cried and cried. Probably looking like idiots.

"Bye Lucy" I said wiping away the last of my tears.

"Bye Bells, and remember call me A.S.A.P. I expect to be seeing you and your soon to be boyfriend over winter break." We both laughed and I hugged her before I went on the air plane.

My parents being the people they are got me first class tickets. I walked to the plane, found my seat, and sat down and looked out the window as the airplane took off one last tear rolled off my check.

California here I come.

So i know the other chapters have been posted before… but i am changing them. Therefore if anyone is interested… first five comments get messaged preview of the next chapter.

Lots of love

-twilightfan1313