This is my first story on Fanfiction. Bella in this story is a very spoiled LA girl. At least in the beginning. So don't expect everything to be alike. Bella has a totally different personality and attitude.

But please give me reviews and comments on how I can make the story better. I'm mostly doing this to learn how to write in the best possible way to my English exam.

The car jumped as it drove over a rock on the rode and I lost my sunglasses as the black, flawless car drove past the ugliest house I have ever seen.

Shame Jessica wasn't here. She would probably say * OMG, Bella are you really going to LIVE in this country.* She was always a drama queen, but I don't really know what else I would have said if I found out my best friend was going to a place like this.

I would probably freak out. Like I did on Shelly Pomanders party. I smiled at the thought, or the blur of the tough, and turned my head towards my dad to the left.

His fingers flicked around on his cell like it for some reason could be his last. He always have something to do on his cell, but now, I so could feel that he was ignoring me.

Not that I blame him, I mean, I could never, like never ever send my little girl to boarding school in ENGLAND. That just is not possible.

I got sick every time I think about were this trip really is going to end, at least for me. But her I am in the ugliest, most unfashionable country in the hole wide world , yeah, I know you feel sorry for me. Who wouldn't.

I had to leave all my awesome chose, clothe and my Prado bag at home, plus all my friends. You can't expect a LA girl to think that's OK, can you?

My eyes trailed a man walking beside the rode in nothing but a ugly weird plastic ting on his head plus a shorts that was totally 2001.

He were shoes to, but I don't think it's worth repeating. Shoes looking like that couldn't be legal. I mean, HALO! Ever heard about fashion? They looked like he'd tried to stop a fire and roll in the mud afterwords.

*Remind me again dad, Why are you trying to kill your own daughter?* I just had to break the tension, or that was my fake excuse.

The truth was actually that I needed to get my thoughts onto something else than those shoes.

*Just a second honey* His hand trailed my cheek as if that was going to be a comfort. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window again.

And then...

My eyes got wide as tennis balls. It feels like my eyes was going to plop out of my head as I spotted the school. My breath was stuck in my trout, that suddenly had become very dry and very speechless.

My manicured fingernail were tugged into my I phone 5 like it was a weapons somebody would drag out of my arms in no seconds. I felt the car stoop and my heart was beating so loudly that the people inside the school certainly could hear me.

* OMG!*

My first chapter, Please Review and tell me what you think!