"Bella!" Ugh. Why do I have to go to school? With another groan on my part and rolled out of bed to start the tortureous day. I stomped down the steps to be greeted by my two favorite cousins, my only cousins may I remind you: Felix and Demetri. "Guys...do I have to go?" "Yes.", they replied in-sync. Crap, they weren't going to let up. I could tell from that, ' I don't give a crap, your going' tone. Crap, Crap, Crap. "But guys.." I whined. "..I thought I was your favorite cousin."

"Only cousin.", Felix replied. I stared at him quizzically. Just as I was about to differ, Demetri spoke up. " Hate to break it to you, dumbass, but I'm you cousin, too." Felix turned to him, finally moving his face from his Cheerios, " Dude, you have to be family to be my cousin, your so 'effed up your famial bond is yet to be determined." I chuckled. "Alright, I've heard enough of your bickering for one morning, I'm gonna go prepare for my day from hell." Demetri looked at me with a sympathetic expression. " Aww, come on, cuz' it'll be fine. Make some friends, be normal for once."

Yeah, okay. Normal, right. Normal went out the window when I decided I was going to be an 'international pop-sensation' as the New York Times called me. Felix spoke up then.

"Dude, she's Isabella Volturi--super star!" He said with jazz hands. I couldn't storp the laugh that erupted from my throat. I laughed once more, and headed up the stairs towards my floor: the third floor. Yeah, the three of us lived in this 4-story mansion next door to the Cullen's own mansion. Apaarently, he was the head doctor at the hospital in Forks. He and his family lived next door in their own mansion, yippee. According to Demetri-- being the real-estate expert he is, not --their and our homes were the only reasonably sized homes in this town. A.K.A. Demetri translation: only two homes with 6,000 square feet and open floorplans. I pulled on a generic white long sleve, an Alice & Olivia black ruched boyfriend blazer, my Tiffany&Co. dog-tag, and favorite Micheal Kors dark-denim skinnys with Stuart Weitzman studded grey-suede flats. I stepped into my sitting- room and glanced into the floor length mirror. I looked pretty good if I do say so my self.

Skipping down the steps, I headed straight towards the kitchen and out to the garage where my white Porsche Cayenne is parked. I got in, shoved the key in the ignition and sped of towards my doom-- also known as Forks High School.

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As I pulled into the parking lot, A LOT of teenagers stared. Oh great, drawing attention to myself already. The whole point of moving here was to try and be a normal teenager when I wasn't preforming. Try being the opprotive word. Crap, show in Seattle tonight. Great.

I pulled my keys out of the ignition, pulled on my sunglasses (hopefully that would protect my identity), stepped out of my car, and started walking towards my purgatory.

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I checked the time on my cell: 1:45. Lunch. Eh, being I'm not that hungry, I'll run and set up my locker with all my stuff for next period, Phys. Ed. Walikng into the girl's locker room I could hear faint noises, suddenly they got louder. "Help! PLEASE HELP!" Oh shit. Dropping my gym bag to the floor with a light thud, I ran full sprint toward where the sounds were coming from. When I came close to the showers, I saw it. There behind some mid-height, blond haired, 'Newton' sweatshirt wearing asshole, was a petite, pixie-like girl struggling with him as he was trying to pull the waistband of her jeans down. Oh god. THAT BASTARD.

"Get away from her!" I growled, as I pulled him away from her. It was clear it was attempted rape from the way tears were streaking down her cheeks. That asshole.

It was when the pervert was striding out of the locker room that I came back to the real world. No fucking way was he getting away that easily. Before I could even register what I was doing, I was bolting out the locker-room door after Newton.

I caught up with him outside the cafeteria doors. Before he could notice my presence on his own, I lunged for him, pulling the collar of his sweatshirt, successfully sending him tumbling to the ground.

"How fucking dare you!" I screamed. Making no effort to keep my voive down. "You are one sick bastard!" Apparently, my yelling didn't go unnoticed because soon the whole senior class was watching. Newton stood up, regaining his balance, and stalked towards me. Before he could step any closer, I drop kicked him, landing him on his back. I was just about to land another kick when I heard sobs echo through the hall. I turned and here came the tear stricken pixie barrelling down the hall. Abruptly, Newton stood. Soon his hand was flying towards my face. I caught it and hit the pressue point, rendering him paralyzed. I uppercut him in the jaw, and kicked him into the lockers. I grabbed his throat, my tone menacing as I spat at him,"You will stay the fuck away from her."
I realeased his throat and walked toward the parking lot.

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