Enchanted

A/N: Holy crap, I wrote this story about four years ago. I read the first sentence and nearly vomited at how completely awful it is. Good idea, awfully written with beyond destitute grammar. So here I am, re-writing it for the better. Oh, just as a tidbit I have a second account Stephanie Shortcake that I use for all of my stories. Check them out, they're mostly Harry Potter Dramione's though. :)

* changed the title also to Enchanted from Belles of the Ball. :)


Chapter One

They say high school is the best four years of your left, where you make lasting friendships and prepare for the big bad adult world, also known as reality. Well I think that's a load of crap. If high school is going to the be the best years of my life, God may as well strike me dead right here and now because I am destined to live a terrible, terrible life.

My name is Isabella Swan, but if you call me Isabella I can assure you I will ignore you. My name is Bella, Isabella is for elderly women, of which I am not a part of. Anyway, so far high school has been complete shit and I'm already three years complete. Through the past three years, the only real friend I have had is my very best friend in the whole wide world, Alice Cullen.

About Alice, she is, to put it plainly, quirky. She is a overzealous about almost everything she does, Alice adores fashion, and she doesn't like to be crowded. Ali is a loner, that's for sure. But who am I to judge? Aside from Alice the only peer I willingly communicate with is Rosalie, Alice's older brother, Emmett's, girlfriend. She's model gorgeous and very popular, but overall a very down-to-earth kind of girl, which is why she doesn't completely shun us like the rest of the popular crowd. Said crowd includes Alice's fraternal twin and my personal nemesis Edward Cullen.

Edward is handsome, talented, arrogant, and a player. I used to be friends with him when we were in elementary school, we played soccer together. That is until my complete lack of coordination kicked in and I quit, which is when Edward realized he was too cool for nerdy Bella Swan. When we got to middle school he openly ridiculed me, but I can't say I blame him. I had a pizza face, coke bottle glasses, and I was chubby. The trifecta of loser. So by the time high school rolled around and I had lost weight, discovered contacts and acne wash the damage was done. I was forever branded with the reputation of an ugly nerd.

"Bellllla," A chirpy voice sang, echoing into my room. It was about seven thirty and I was running late for school. Actually, I was still in my pajamas sitting on my bed.

Alice appeared in my doorway, dressed in a cute blouse and jeans with two coffee's in her hand. She handed one to me then frowned. "Bella, you're in your pajamas." She stated, crossing her arms. "That's a problem."

"Ugh," I groaned, leaning back into my pillows. "can't I stay home today?"

"No." She said brightly. Alice bounced off to my closet and pulled out a pair of clean jeans and a sea foam green button down blouse. She had long since given up trying to get me to wear the nice clothes she purchased for me or forced me to buy.

The Cullens were very wealthy, just as my family is too. Carlisle Cullen is a successful surgeon at the hospital while his wife, Esme, is an equally successful interior designer. My father Charlie is a CEO of a rather large hedge fund in Seattle, where he divides most of his time. Recently my connection to him has been his credit card, but I am quite used to it by now. My mother Renee left when I was five so I was used to fending for myself. Charlie loved me, though, I didn't doubt that.

"How's this?" She asked, holding the clothes up with a pair of military style tan boots. I sighed and nodded.

"It's fine." I muttered. If I said anything else, I might be dragged into Bella Barbie time, which is definitely not a favorite past time. Alice gave me to get dressed and I noted how I looked vaguely western. She decided that meant a french braid was in order. All right, I looked good enough.

"Come on, we're going to be late." I informed. We walked into the kitchen and I picked up my plain orange backpack and an apple.

"I've got my car," Alice chirped as we walked outside. Just my luck, it was raining. Not a drizzle, but a steady onslaught. That's not a rare occurrence for Forks, Washington by any standard but that didn't make it any less crappy.

"What's wrong with my truck?" I whined. I knew her answer, but I still chose to pester her about it frequently.

You see, last summer I got a summer job and managed to scrounge enough money of my own to buy myself a car. Well, it's actually a rustic 1959 burnt orange Ford. I bought it for a bargain from a family friend at the Quilete reservation.

"I'm not even going to answer that." Alice said plainly. So I reluctantly slid into her yellow 911 Porsche turbo, a birthday gift. The drive to school was short and silent, for I was not a morning person. Alice was, but she knew me well enough know not to pester me early.

By the time we got there, it was a down pour. I frowned and felt my mood instantly worsen. "Alice, I told you I should have stayed home today." I complained, leaning my head against the cool window. Forks had a downright catatonic state with it's nearly incessant raining, which resulted in a near state of constant depression.

"Suck it up, Bella. Come on, or we're going to be late." Alice shut the engine off.

Together we braved the rain in a sprint to get into the dry building. Alice and I split up to go to our lockers, with promises to meet up before Trig. I jiggled the lock in frustration, it always stuck.

"Having trouble?" A velvety voice cut through my anger. I felt my body tense.

"Yes, now that you're here." I snapped, not even bothering to look up.

Edward Cullen was leaning up against the locker beside mine, smirking. I finally got my locker open, only for him to quickly slam it closed. "Oh, we're being immature and childish today?" I said coldly. I angled my body in between him and my lock and reopened it, managing to get my Trig book and literature novel.

"So I take it Alice dressed you? Because I know you for sure are too color blind and overall stupid to put together an actual outfit." Edward goaded. I rolled my eyes.

"Like you would know, your mommy dresses you ever morning." I laughed cruelly. He didn't even flinch.

"At least I have a mommy." He quipped. I stopped walking and gritted my teeth together.

"That was a low blow, Edward." A new voice scolded.

Rosalie Hale, her twin Jasper, and her boyfriend Emmett stood behind Edward. I smiled weakly at her, one which she returned. "Quit picking on her and go find your girlfriend or something." Rosalie dismissed. Edward shot her a withering glare but stalked off.

"Are you excited for the ball?" Rosalie asked me. Then I remembered.

Next week was Forks High School's senior tradition the One Hundred Years ball. It was formal and one of the most looked forward to dances of the year, ahead of prom. "Sure," I said indifferently. Rosalie laughed.

"Well, I was thinking about going shopping in LA this weekend. Care to join me? Alice too." Roaslie added. I hesitated.

"That sounds wonderful." Alice's tinkering voice answered for me. Emmett frowned at the sight of his younger sister. Emmett was a nice enough guy, I suppose. Not very intelligent by any means. Jasper was a little bit too cocky for my taste, but Alice had a thing for him.

"Okay, meet me after school." Rosalie smiled and walked away.

"Alice, I don't want to shop." I groaned. Alice rolled her eyes.

"Bella, you need to get a dress soon so why not do it in sunny LA. That way you can get away from the dreary weather here." She coaxed. I grinned.

"You've got me there."


A/N: Wow, I took half the the first chapter which was probably 200 words, and worked it into this. Obviously the chapters are going to be longer so enjoy and if I were you, I wouldn't read further. Like, don't. At all. Please. I beg.