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The Field Trip and the British Accent

BPOV

Prologue:

Boarding school is difficult. It's not bad, just difficult. Elite boarding schools are extremely difficult. Not bad, just extremely difficult. Why, you ask? Simple. You have to dorm with spoilt little rich girls who can either love you, hate you, admire you, envy you or ignore you. Fun.

Oh, and they can try to befriend you if you are richer and/or more spoilt than them. Extra fun.

Don't get me wrong, boarding school has it's advantages too: you get to see your friends everyday, sleepover, sleep in... Wait. Let me change that. You can sleep in if your name is not Isabella Marie Swan and your roommate isn't Lauren Afrika Mallory.

CHAPTER 1: Cursing the Coughs.

"Bellaaaa! Wake up!"

Ugh. Monday morning. How I hate Mondays, especially when Lauren, who starts class 45 minutes earlier than me on Mondays, wakes me up earlier than necessary by blow drying her hair. Every Monday I tell her to dry her hair in the bathroom and every Monday she doesn't. It's extremely frustrating, I was about to burst and start shouting at her when I remembered today was the 24th, field trip day! I was glad she had woken me up early or I wouldn't have made it. This almost made me want to thank her, almost. I stepped out of bed and started heading towards my dresser. Strangely my throat hurt and I was extremely cold, I felt awful. But I couldn't go to the nurse, she wouldn't let me go on the field trip and hang with the boys!

About half an hour later I was dressed and having breakfast and was about to head towards the assembly hall, where they would probably be lecturing us on good manners and setting an example before we leave when I saw Alice approach me dragging her feet. I guess she hadn't had her coffee yet… Alice is my best friend. She's small, extremely so, and has short, black, spiky hair. People usually describe her as 'perky'. She grabbed her coffee and headed towards me, already more visibly excited.

"Bella! Come on Bella! Hurry up! If you want good seats in the-"

"Ok, let's go Alice" I cut her off while trying to make my voice sound well. Sadly I couldn't manage to totally hide the nasal sound that my voice had when I was sick and had a stuffy nose or a sore throat. I could tell Alice noticed but she let it go.

"Oh Bella! I can't wait!"

Normally Alice wasn't this excited about field trips but, since we go to an all girls boarding school, and this was the first year we went on trips with the boys from St. James, field trips were considered special occasions.

"I'm surprised you let me dress myself today."

"I thought you didn't like Bella Barbie time?"

"I said that I'm surprised not that I'm complaining…"

We started walking towards the auditorium when we ran into Rosalie Hale, founder of the "future model and pretty woman club" (also known as FMPW), most popular girl in school and our archenemy. She sneered at me and turned to Alice.

"So have you considered the invitation to join the FMPW?"

"Yes, I have."

"And…" Rosalie prompted. Suddenly Alice's phone started ringing

"I'll get back to you on that one." She said while answering her iPhone, grabbing my arm and walking away.

After she hung up her phone I turned to her.

"So… how did you suddenly become worthy of membership?"

"Well, when Lauren found out that coach Clap wrote his phone number in the comment box on my report card, she told Rosalie and now, since coach Clap's taste is considered acceptable and he liked me, I'm in." I looked at her to check if I had heard her right. I think she noticed because she said. "Yes, OUR coach Clap, the gym coach."

She hadn't told me that, I felt kind of hurt, "wow. You couldn't have told me that?"

"Bella, we got our report cards on Friday, I was planning on telling you on the bus to the museum."

Oh, that made sense. "Okay."

We got to the assembly hall and sat down in the back and, after listening to dean Esme's first words, we knew it was the same speech she always gave and started playing Uno with Angela and Leah who were sitting next to us. I sneezed a few times and all three of them looked at me worried. After a while we heard applause so we put the cards away and headed towards the bus.

"So, do you think there'll be any cute guys?"

"Alice, we've been on 3 field trips with the same guys already, and the only one halfway cute is a boy named Tyler who doesn't even speak English." I saw her face, she was about to argue, and I knew what she was going to say. "Mike doesn't count. He flirted with every girl in our class except for Stacy, kissed three different girls, and gave away business cards, that only had his name, phone number and 'skilled with hands' written on it."

"I know, but I have a good feeling about today." I looked at her and suddenly I sneezed and coughed and heard someone calling my name.

"Swan!" Uh oh. I knew that voice; that was Gracchi, the nurses' voice, she had heard me cough and sneeze, this wasn't good. Slowly I turned around and was met by her large face. She touched my forehead and tsked at me.

"You definitely have a fever, a sore throat, a cough and a stuffy nose from what I can see, I'm afraid you can't go to the field trip." WHAT! This couldn't be happening! Just the day that Alice has a good feeling… I can't believe my luck… maybe if I tried convincing her…

"Please Gracchi… let me go." I tried my best puppy dog face but she just nodded her head no, unmoved.

"Don't make me get Esme." She threatened.

Alice, Angela and Leah said they were sorry and that they'd keep me informed about what happened on the trip.

EdPOV

"Jasper! Mike! Wake up! We've got 20 minutes to get showered, have breakfast and walk to the auditorium!" I was in total stress overload, it was the first coed field trip Jasper, Emmet and I were allowed to go to and if we were late to the assembly hall we wouldn't be able to go.

Jasper got up and hurried to the bathroom, Mike on the other hand, remained in his bed. He was so frustrating. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to wake him like I woke Emmett, my twin brother up back home.

Checking that the door and windows were closed, so his screams wouldn't leave the room, I jumped on his bed, and started bouncing up and down, soon the bed and Mike started trembling and Mike got up shouting 'earthquake!' at the top of his lungs. He opened the door and ran out into the hallway shouting 'earthquake' at every person he passed and wearing only his Donald duck boxers. I quickly shut the door so he wouldn't be able to come back in and started getting ready.

Ten minutes latter jasper and I were running towards the auditorium. We made it just in time, and found Emmet towards the middle, where he had saved us seats.

"Yeah man! We're finally going to be able to get out of this campus! And, be with chicks!'

"Yeah, about that Em, I have a very strong feeling that girls don't like to be called chicks to there face." He just looked at me and shrugged his large shoulders.

Although Emmett and I were twins, we looked nothing alike, I mean we both were athletic, tall and good looking (or so they said) but he had black hair and blue eyes, and I had bronze hair and green eyes.

I turned my attention back to the Dean, Carlisle. He was my uncle, but, since our parent's death, two years ago, when we moved here from London, he was like our father.

"…and NO ONE should leave the group and go to McDonalds and later a strip club," he said looking at Emmett, Jasper and me. "So please, remember, the schools reputation is in your hands, don't make it suffer. That is all, have a fun morning kids."

He always finished his speeches that way; he had picked it up from Esme, his wife. Curiously, she had recently bought Mater, the all-girl boarding school a few miles from here. This summer she had had the idea of organizing monthly field trips with her school so we could meet 'respectable' girls.

Everyone started filing out of the auditorium and I noticed that our roommate had made it on time after all.

A.N.: so…? What do you think? Is it too short? Too boring? Interesting? I have the next chapter written and I'll post it when I get 5 reviews, 'kay? BELLA not going to the first field trip is IMPORTANT! don't worry though, this is an ExB story!