Okay so this is my fist fan fiction ever

I mean I love fan fiction, but who doesn't right?

Okay so please enjoy my cool version of the characters

Of the Vampire Academy stories

I most def don't own anything except my plot and characters I create

The most very talented Rachelle Mead owns it…but if she would be willing to give me Adrian, Christian, Dimitri…then I'll take them :]

Chapter 1

Life I So Desperately Don't Miss

It was sunny, a gentle breeze, a clear blue sky, and me…all alone laying on a towel on the beach. Soaking up some rays.
It couldn't get better than this…my own personal drama free zone. The sounds of the waves crashing…nothing and I mean nothing could ruin this.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

I groaned and slowly opened my eyes to find the clear blue sky is gone, the sun is out but that's what's expected at eight in the morning.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

I groaned louder and slammed my hand on the snooze button of that stupid alarm clock. I just lay there on my queen size bed, staring at my purple ceiling, well technically right now it's black. All my room's black. The only lighting is the alarm clock telling me desperately to wake up.

I don't even know why my 'mother' Janine even turned that stupid thing on. I mean I'm on my last day of summer vacation before I have to return to St. Vladimir's University tomorrow. Who even owns an alarm clock anymore? Cell phone alarms are more in than some stupid box on your dresser.

"Ugh, let me get up and get ready before Janine gets a fit for me being late for this discussion she wants to have."

I reluctantly get up from my comfy bed and turned on the studio lights I had installed the last time I was here and took a look around my room. The big screen television, the desk with pictures of my friends on it, the 2 little drawers with lamps next to my bed. The posters all around my room made up of my favorite bands and singers. Paramore, Linkin Park, Papa Roach, American Hi-Fi, Hedley, Garbage, Flyleaf, Fall Out Boy, Hayley of Paramore, Lacey from Flyleaf and so much more.

The big window that looks like a flat screen with my curtains covering them. It was the only placed I missed when I went back to the university because at night the stars seemed so much within my reach and also because it took my breath away.

I didn't even have suitcases when I returned home. I only came back with the outfit I put on and I always leave with the outfit I pick out when I wake up.

The only thing I did bring was my small purse that contained my cell phone, I-pod, and camera. I bet you're wondering "where's the computer?" don't need one.

I have two laptops! One here at home on top on the drawer by my bed and the other one at the university in my dorm.

The wonderful perks of being filthy rich. Which include the best thing inside my room.

My walk in closet that seems endless if you ask me. Everything's in there. My jewelry, my sunglasses, shoes, the latest clothes I have my maid buy when I ask her too and my many other accessories.

I open the double doors of my closet and walk in all the way down to the end to check myself out in the mirror to see the damage of being an early riser.

When I reach the mirror I look at myself dressed in a black tank top with a skull on it, and my purple panty shorts with a star on the side.

Then I take a really good look at me. Messy bed hair, puffy eyes, all because of my four hours of sleep deprivation. But other than that I didn't find anything else wrong. Even with all these little flaws I could still say that I'm pretty. The light brown eyes, the chest, the curves, the smile, everything. I could still be the envy of any girl that was next to me.

Yes, that may sound conceited but I've never been told different.

Every guy I kissed, dated, met, have all told me the same thing. I'm beautiful.

I chuckled to myself, left my closet, walked into my bathroom, put my I-pod into its speakers pressed shuffle, and stepped into my nice cold shower.

After stepping out, picking out my favorite outfit: a fishnet purple shirt with a black tank top underneath, a purple-black checkered mini skirt with chains attached to it and my knee high leather boots purchased at my favorite store; I applied make-up, a little gel on my hair to slightly curl it and headed downtown in my limo to my mother's office to see what was so important.

I walked into Janine's office and I already had a bad feeling. I removed my sunglasses like detectives in the movies and walked up to Claudia: the receptionist.

"Hi Claudia, is she in?"

"Yes Rose she's been expecting you go right in."

I smiled and nodded "thanks."

I walked down the hallway I had memorized since I was five and also feeling like I was all over again especially when I reached her office.

Knock, knock, knock

"Come in."

I opened the door and there she was, in the position I knew all too well.

"Just leave it there, I'll go through it when I'm done."

I cleared my throat a little loud and it made her look up from whatever client's file she was looking on.

"Oh Rose, come in and close the door."

I shut the door and sat on the small couch that she had which was sometimes my bed as a kid.

"So, I'm here just like you wanted. Tell me what was so important that has to be discussed at ten in the morning that couldn't wait until lunch?"

She sighed and slightly shook her head, then removed her glasses.

"Let me get to the point Rose, I talked with your father last week and he informed me that he was getting married to Natasha Ozera and he, well they both want you to plan their wedding."

I just sat there in silence. Did she really say Natasha Ozera? Christian's aunt? I wasn't as shocked as I should've been, but more surprised than anything. My father left me and my mom two years ago, and the only times I've heard from him are on my birthdays and holidays. Oh, and let's not forget when he sends over thousands of dollars in checks every moth as an 'allowance'

"No." I said in a clear voice.

"No, I'm not planning anything or Abraham and his 'fiancée' Natasha. So just return that phone call to him with that answer. You can tell him to send an invitation but that's it."

"Rose." my mother sighed. "Alright, I'll tell him."

"Okay so if that's all, I'll see you before I go tonight okay?"

She nodded.

"Alright see you later mother."

She nodded again, already engrossed in her client's file. I just shook my head, rolled my eyes (knowing very well she couldn't see) and walked out her office, out the building and stepping into my limo when I heard my phone.

Alright so tell me what you think.

Who do you think's calling Rose?

How do you like the pilot chapter so far?

I take any kind of criticism but no insults please & thank you

So review, review, review

-Kristy