Chapter1.
Bella's POV
I stepped into the limo that my father told me to use on my way to the airport. I personally thought it was unnecessary, but he used the puppy dog eyes that I could not say "no" to. The drive there was the longest drive I have ever had in my entire lifetime. I decided to take out my favorite book, Pride and Prejudice, and began to read. I was lost in my book when suddenly the door flew open, and I noticed we were at the airport. I swiftly stepped out of the warm car, grabbing my suitcase, and started for the airport.
As I boarded the plane, I wondered what would happen in France when I got there. I hoped it would be nothing embarrassing.
I remembered when I was new to school last year, and I accidentally stepped on a couple of ketchup packets and everyone quietly laughed to themselves. From then on, everyone referred to me as weird or stupid. I never have had friends before but that didn't stop me from trying. Everyone walked far away from me so I never really got the chance. My father thought that if I went to a new school, I could get a fresh start.
After torturing hours of listening to the couple in front of me argue, I finally pulled out my iPod and drifted to sleep. I woke when the intercom told the passengers that the plane would be landing in a couple of minutes. I packed my things and waited for the airplane to land. With a light thud, the plane hit the street and started to slow. I quickly stood up when it came to a complete stop. I basically ran out of the plane causing people to murmur complaints under their breath.
I breathed in the fresh air when I exited the plane. I stood there for who knows how long. But then I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Before I could turn around, I felt arms wrap themselves around me in a death grip. I was about to scream when I heard a chuckle by my ear, then the iron arms let me go. Then I turned around to see my cousin, Micah, and then started cracking up.
"You can get so scared Bells," Micah chuckled.
"Well sorry for acting human!" I replied laughing.
"You are such a wimp," he murmured while turning around. I let that one pass, but someday he would regret ever saying those things to me anymore. I wondered where he was taking me but then I realized that we were still at the airport. I ran to keep up with him so I wouldn't get left behind. I climbed in his Toyota and he sped off.
"So where are we going?" I asked curiously.
"First home so you can pack, then we are going to my friends house."
"Oh, okay." I said with disappointment clear in my voice.
"Something wrong?" Micah asked with concern.
"No," I said a little too quickly, making him chuckle.
When we got home, I had to unpack my suitcase then go to his friend's house. I really didn't want to meet him, so I slowly put everything away, though it only took five minutes. I went downstairs swiftly and saw Micah on the leather couch asleep. I really didn't want to wake him because I did not want to go to his friend's house. A couple minutes passed by when his home phone rang. He flung himself off the couch and ran to answer it.
"Hello?" Micah asked in a sleepy tone. "Oh, Sorry! I fell asleep and somebody didn't wake me up!" He glared at me. "Okay I'll be there in a few."
"Why didn't you wake me?" Micah asked furiously. I just shrugged.
"Ugh! What am I going to do with you?" he mumbled to himself. He walked off to his room and slammed the door.
Uh oh, I thought to myself. As I waited for him to come back, I sat on the leather couch. A couple minutes passed and he was still in his room, so I went to my room and grabbed my bag and put my iPod, Pride and Prejudice, and a few chocolate bars in it, then I ran back downstairs.
"Hurry up!" I yelled so he could hear. "You take forever!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Micah yelled back annoyed. "Patience is a virtue." I rolled my eyes.
"Are we going to go or what?" I asked, clearly annoyed.
"My friend isn't that hot," he chuckled.
"That isn't what I meant, you idiot! I just want to get this over with," I said getting angry. He just laughed and walked off to his truck. "Ugh!" I said as I walked to the Toyota. I got in and then he took off. I was clearly annoyed with Micah so I looked out the window seeing the scenery rush by. I took out my iPod and started listening to My Dirty Little Secret and closed my eyes.
"Bells we're here," Micah said quietly.
"Okay," I said wishing that I would not have to go through this. I stepped out of the truck and followed him to the huge mansion. Micah knocked five times then the door flew open.
"Hello, Micah! Come on in," said a pixie-like girl who was about my age.
"Hi, Alice. This is my cousin Isabella." He said pointing to me.
I glared at him, "Bella," I corrected.
"Does it really matter?" he asked irritated.
"No I just like to piss you off," I giggled.
"You little-"
"Okay, let's go inside," interrupted Alice. I followed Micah into the house- no scratch that- mansion. There was a huge room in the front, which I guess that they took down some walls, and the back wall was all glass. There was a Plasma T.V. on the sidewall, and a couch surrounded it. I took it all in, but then I saw the grand piano. It was white with a gold trim in the top and bottom of it.
"Hello, Isabella. It is so nice to meet you," said a gorgeous woman with brown hair probably in her 20s. "I'm Esme Cullen."
I shot a glare at Micah, "Bella." I looked around the Cullen family.
"Bella, that is Emmett," he pointed to a man who had dark curly hair that looked like a serious weight lifter. "Rosalie," he pointed to a girl who was beautiful. She had blond hair and looked like a model. "Alice," he nodded in the direction of the pixie-like girl. "Jasper," he pointed to a blond, leaner man that still had muscle. "Carlisle," he nodded to what looked like the father, had blonde hair. "And Edward," he pointed to a bronze haired man who looked like he had no muscle compared to Emmett or Jasper. "Everyone, this is my cousin, Isabella."
"Are you trying to be annoying?" I asked annoyed. "Cause if you are, you are truly succeeding."
"Aw, don't be like that, cuz. I know you don't like to be called Isabella, but it is too funny to see you annoyed," Micah replied chuckling to himself.
"Two can play at that game, Buddy," I shot right back. Micah shivered.
"Buddy?" asked Emmett.
"Yeah. He hates it," I said evilly.
"Why does he hate it, Isabella?" he asked me.
"Not you too!" I said as I fell on my knees. I faked crying to see what would happen.
"I'm sor-" Emmett began but was then cut off by my annoying cousin.
"Don't finish that sentence. Don't believe her cries!" he said this, as if when Emmett finished his sentence, he would die. I was laughing but covered it up with sobs. I was laughing so hard my eyes started to water. I stood up so that Micah could see my face. I believed he thought I was crying. Then Esme, the mother figure of the Cullens, came to me and hugged me with an iron grasp. Then I whispered in her ear.
"Don't worry, I'm fooling him. He hates it when he thinks I cry," I explained to her in a whisper. "Please go along."
She just patted my back as if to say yes. Esme led me to the bathroom and went in.
"So what do you want me to do?" she asked in a hushed tone.
I smiled "All I want you to do is tell your family to play along. Okay?" I said in a tone to match hers. After that, she pulled out her phone and texted all her family members that were worrying outside of the bathroom. She pressed send and then turned back to me.