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Vallier Court Academy

Bella POV

So here I was. Vallier Court Academy. My new boarding school. I always thought it would be interesting to attend a boarding school, and now here I was.

Flashback

"Are you sure you have everything, Bella? You know you really don't have to go. There are tons of schools in Pheonix." Renee asked me before I boarded the pane.

"Yes, Mom. Just remember, I'm coming back for all the breaks. Christmas and all. I love you." I replied, slowly soothing her.

"I love you too, Bella. Just be careful."

And with that I grabbed my bags and boarded the plane.

End Flashback

I really was going to miss Renee. I would miss Charlie too, even though I only saw him in the summer. He was still apart of me, as was my mother.

I decided to go to Vallier Court Academy to give my mother some space. She wanted to spend time with her new husband, Phil, but with me always in the way complicated things. She married Phil a little under a year ago, her second husband. She left my father in Forks nearly 17 years ago. She took me with her to Pheonix. When she remarried I thought it was just better if I left to give them space. I needed space. Sometimes you just need to get away, right? I said it was time for me to spread my wings. At least, that was what I told her. I knew if I told her the truth, she and I both would feel rotten. She would feel guilty for leaving my father. Not because she still loved him, but for my sake. So I could grow up with a father. I would feel rotten either way because I was taking myself away from her, which would make her feel worse. And she would feel guilty about the whole thing and then I would feel guilty for doing that to her. And so on and so forth. I would just be a big mess.

I did regret a little bit that I wouldn't see Charlie before I went. I knew he wanted to see me, and I wanted to see him. But I coulnd't face going to Forks. Even though I was small, it felt like a hopeless pit filled with bad memories and reminders. Ever time I used to visit Forks, the same thing would happen. I would have a meltdown and demand to return to my mother and Pheonix, my home.

Vallier Court Academy was located in some extremely remote place. With deep, dark surrounding forests, it was a painful reminder of Forks. Only less rain. It was bad enough I would be putting up with that for an entire year, but if I visited Forks one more time to see Charlie, the reminder of the Forks forest would just call attention to me of what was ahead. I already knew and was prepared for my new school, environment and all. If I could just eliminate one more bad reminder, would be great.

I was sitting in the blue cab that was taking me to Vallier Court. I was reading a quick brochure about the school. I couldn't bring myself to face it earlier. It was just too depressing. Currently, I was reading up on the history of the school. It read:

Vallier Court Academy

Founded in 1801 by Victor Vallier and his wife Stephanie Meyer. The two of them decided to name the school after Victor Vallier, since he was the husband. Although the school was named after her husband, Stephanie Meyer created inspiring programs for students aging from 14 to 18. Vallier Court Academy was one of the first co-ed schools in its region. Ms. Meyer believed that every student had great potenial, they just needed to discover it. Ms. Meyer also believed that Vallier Court Academy was the place to discover that potenial.

Many of the programs include art, music, dance, sports and other activities...

I couldn't read anymore. That was all I wanted to know. I knew that I would be filled in on all the other school traditions, activites and this and that. Vallier Court was a very reclusive school. It was buried deep in the forests of Washington. There is one of my points. Washington Forks. That is always how I remembered Washington. Forks.

As I sat in the cab, I wondered if I was going to be an outcast at my new school. Would I fit in? I never really fit in at school in Pheonix. What would be so different here? I was just boring old Bella. Nothing new, nothing special. (A/N: Bad self esteem here! You all know how pretty and interesting Bella is) I have long brown hair. See? Nothing special there. My mother always described the colour as a milky chocolate. I knew she just said this to make me feel better. Didn't really help. My eyes were also brown. A very dark brown in fact. I always thought they were plain. But no matter. All of this came in great contrast with my creamy, porcelain skin. It almost looked transparent. I also looked soft. Slender and soft. Not an athlete what so ever. I could barely walk across a plain surface without tripping.Yep, that is the amazing me.

Looking out the window, I saw the dense, green forest. It looked menacing with the small amount of light let through small cracks in the forest's cover. It was damp as well. The road has a glistening sheen of morning dew covering it. The road winded up the mountain, and I mean really winded. Every ten seconds was a bend in the road. I was getting a little sick sitting in the back. God, I hope we are almost there.

My luck held out. I could just barely see the school in the distance. It was an old castle with tall towers and stone walls. It had gates surrounding the front of the property. The campass was huge. The castle was bewitching. It had a certain charm about it that held my gaze. The sun managed to just shine through the clouds onto the school, a little bit of heaven, right smack in the middle of hell.

I had this odd feeling in my stomach. Anticipation? Excitement? And then the site before me dissapeard back into the sunless forest. I felt my face fall. I couldn't wait to be out of the cab and on the campass. My eyes returned to the brochure. Not really reading, but just staring at the picture. I let my mind run blank.

I felt the cab come to a stop. Thank God. I looked up to see the castle before me. I quickly got out, happy to stretch my legs. I grabbed my bags from the trunk and payed the cabbie. I saw a few people walking around, but not many. Where was everyone? I knew the school wasn't very big, not like the ones in Pheonix, but come on. I thought there would be a little more students. Oh well, better go figure this out.

I walked through the main door. When I say main door, I mean main door. It was a huge gothic piece of wood on hinges with metal insignia. When I walked in, I saw a very medival, yet classy looking office. This must be the administration office. I walked up to a lady dressed in casual wear, sitting at a large, mahogany desk. She was writing something down. Paperwork was my guess.

I walked up to her. She lifted her head to see who was there. She had curly red hair, and a bit of a piggy nose. The name plate on her desk was Ms. Cope.

"Ms. Cope? My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I'm a new student here."

"Ah, Ms. Swan. Here are your papers. You can sit in one of those chairs over there to fill them out." She explained as she pointed to one of the chairs in the waiting room.

I filled out the papers. It seemed to take forever to do. As soon as I was finished, I handed the papers back to the secratery and waited for her to say something.

"Thank you, dear. Here is a map of the school. Hallways and rooms may get confusing so I suggest you keep this with you at all times. I will come in handy. Ms. Cheron here will take you up to your dorm and explain the ground rules to you. Thank you and have a nice day!"

I saw Ms. Cheron, who was sitting at another desk, get up and walk over to me. She seemed a little like one of those modern women who expected you to know everything as soon as you step through the door. A lot different to Ms. Cope. She also seemed to have a habbit of being vague in her explainations. Of course with someone like her, questions were uninvited.

"Your dorm is through here." She showed me a quick root on the map of which I had no idea what she was pointing at. That was all I needed. To get lost on my way to bed.

"That is the West Wing. Strictly off limits. You must never enter those quarters." She explained, pointing to a grand staircase that lead up to who knows where.

"What is in the West Wing?" I asked.

"Never ask such questions." She snapped. I was a little shocked by her answer. There she goes being vague again.

"Breakfast is at 7am. Lunch at 12pm. Dinner at 6pm. There is a curfew of 10pm. After which if you are found out of bed, there will be serious consequences. Do not go wondering through the school. It is forbidden." She explained in a cold tone.

We winded through more corridors and climbed more staircases. She showed me to another large wooden door with a number lock upon it. She clicked the digits into place and opened the door.

"The code for the dorm is: 21, 72, 47. Do not forget it." And what if I did forget?

When she opened the door, I was awe-struck. We entered from the west-facing wall. The room very very large and facing east. Two stupendous windows set in the east wall. A grand fireplace was on the south wall. There were comfy looking chairs set about the room. There were bookcases here and there. Tables for doing work on and a nice coffee table between the fireplace and more delightfully comfortable looking chairs and couches. The room's colour scheme was of gold, ebony, grey and a bit of mahogany wood. The walls and floor were of stone, just like the outside walls of the castle. There were two sets of stairs to my left, the north wall. It was a very pleasant looking room in all. All I could do was stand in the doorway gazing at the sight before my eyes.

"Well don't just stand there. Come on." The woman said in a frusterated tone, snapping me out of my daze. She led me up the left sided staircase and into another room.

This room was circular had four doors. It had a center piece of flowers on a table in the middle. Each door had a name on it. Gold letters engraved into a black plaque. The first door closest to me and to my left read: Jaques. The door next to it read: Michaels. The next read: Thorne. The last, which was to my right, read: Killian.

"Behind each door is where the beds and closets are. The names above the doors are the names of the original girls in charge of the room. Killina, Thorne, Michaels and Jaques were the first girls put in charge of these dorm rooms. You will have 10 roomates." She clarified as she led me through the door labeled: Thorne.

I was relieved I was in the Thorne dorm. I knew immideately I didn't want to be in the Killian dorm. Something about it just gave me the chills. It seemed like Kill-ian. Sounded murderous to me...

The Thorne dorm was just as spectacular as the common room below. It was also circular, just like the room before it. The room was done up all in white and royal/navy blue with accents of gold. It was marvelous. There were ten single beds, each with a dark canopy overtop. Everything was the exact same. The bed sheets, curtains and dressers. Each bed had a name plaque on the end, as did the wardrobe beside it. I saw my name on one of the beds to the far right. Swann was all it read. I went to put my bags beside the bed. I turned back towards Ms. Cheron.

"You will need to make your bed each day, a spotless room is highly regarded. Your roomates will be up shortly. Dinner is in an hour." With that, she turned and walked out the door, leaving me alone in the unfamiliar room.

A/N: Please review! I need happy comments! This is my first ever fanfic. Be supportive! For me! Sorry this is a really short chapter but there will be more! That is if you review...