Wow. I couldn't believe that I would be going to the University of New York School for the Arts. I was actually quite surprised when they asked to take up the last spot on a scholarship. I was thrilled to accept the opportunity ofcourse, since it was a once in a life time thing. I was a major in visual arts and loved painting with a passion. It was probably the only thing I was good at, other than falling on the floor. I was even more excited that I was the first one in my family to ever get a scholarship. My family consists of my parents and me. Oh yeah, my parents are divorced. I now live with my dad,Charlie. My mom, Renee, got remarried and travels around with her husband, Phil. My dad and I currently live in the town of Forks, Washington. I never liked Forks much. It was always gloomy, raining and boring. My highschool life had the exact amusement of a dictionary. I only really liked one person in highschool, and that was one of my bestfriends, Angela. My other bestfriend was my laptop. It was my heart and soul, parting from it would be like disowning a child. Boy, I couldn't WAIT to get out of Forks, and head to New York, where the real fun was going to begin.
The car ride to the air port was boring. All i could think of was all the things i could do in New York! I suddenly felt like i had a boost of confidence. As Charlie and I said our goodbyes i hurried into the terminal and boarded my flight. There was a slim air hostess with blonde hair greeting everyone. I gave her my ticket, and boy, was i shocked when she pointed to the first class seat. The university of New York provided me with free accomadations, on top of the scholarship. I would normally never say this, but damnn, i must have been good for them to want me this much. I gave my carry on to a large man who was also an air host, who put them away in the compartments. I made myself comfortable and took everything in. The first class seats had TV's, remotes, a lot more room space, leg warmers, leather seats, cup holders,a larger window and a telephone. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. This was probably the only time in my life I would ever be in first class again. My thoughts were quickly stirred when i felt movement on my right side. I opened my eyes and looked to my right, to find a slender, short women with pixie like features. She looked like a model! She was one of the prettiest women I have ever seen.
"Sorry for disturbing you. Hi! I'm Alice Cullen." My eyes stayed intact as I focused on her features more. I soon realized that I hadn't said one word.
"Oh its okay. Hi, I'm Isabella Swan, but please call me Bella." I smiled at her and felt my confidence drop as I noticed what she was wearing. She was wearing top designer clothes. Prada, gucci and I think her scarf was from Chanel. All i had on was a T-shirt from garage and jeans that i bought at a thrift store.
"So where are you headed off to?" Wow. Even her voice was beautiful.
"Oh, I got a scholarship at the University of New York for the Arts, so I'll be staying there." I noticed her eyes had widened and a HUGE smile appeared on her face.
"No wayy! Same here! Oh my gosh! We are going to be such awesome bestfriends! I just know we are!" I couldn't help but laugh. She was just so cute!
"That's so cool! Atleast I'll know one person there!" I was truley excited that I met one person. My fear of making friends had decreased.
"Oh, silly! I'll introduce you to all my family and friends. They all go there too. I guess art is just in our blood." As the words came tumbling out of her mouth, I couldn't help but feel relief and fright at the same time. Relief that I would meet more people, but fright that I might not fit in.
"Thanks. The more the merrier!" I tried my best to sound excited and not let the fright in me, get the better of it.
"So what are you majoring in?" she asked.
"Oh, im a major in visual arts. I love to paint things. How bout you?" I replied.
"Oh cool. Well I'm majoring in fashion design!" She reminded me of a little cheerleader.
"I can see why you major in fashion. I love what you're wearing." I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth. I, Isabella Swan, gave a crap about what someone was wearing. I guess the New York excitment was really rubbing off on me.
"Thanks! Don't worry, when we get there, i'll take you shopping for a new wardrobe!" I didn't know if I should have taken that in a good way or bad way. But at that moment, I took it as a good thing. I was going to New York, it was time for some change!
The rest of the flight was surprisingly fun. Alice and I seemed to be getting along well, and she already considered me one of her bestfriends. Well, thats what she said. I didn't mind, she was a awesome person, and I liked her. For the remainder of the flight we talked about almost everything. She told me about her family. She was adopted, as well as her brother, Edward. She was single, and loved to shop. I told her a lot about me too. I told her about my family, my hobbies, even embarassing things I did when i was younger. She now knew more about me, than Charlie did. We talked about the many things that we wanted to experience in New York. Her accomplishments were more... well different than mines. She wanted to buy a gold Burberry Bag & have a boyfriend, while I wanted to paint a portrait of someone that was dear to me and meet new even told me what she looks for in a guy. She said she was into really sensitive guys. When she asked me what i look for in guys, i didn't really have an answer.I guess I never thought about it since the incident happened. I want a guy whos not snobby, but a gentleman and isn't afraid to be himself. The conversations went on and on. It was as if in that one plane ride, we had become bestfriends. I liked Alice a lot. She was different than me, which is probably how we got along well.
"Bella. How about we go to the university together? I have enough room for two in my ride anyways." Alice asked.
"Sure. It would be nice to have company." I was pleased with the idea. I wouldn't have to step into the universirty alone and embarass myself completely.
When we finally got out of the plane, we quickly went to get the remainder of our luggage. Alice may have been a small, but man did she have a lot of things! I'm not exageratting either. I had 3 bags, while she had 12! I wasn't even sure if 12 bags were within the limit. After 5 men dropped all her things off at the front, she began waving frantically at someone. The man had a chauffer hat, and quickly stepped into the large black limo that he was lying against, earlier. My jaw dropped when i realized that, that was my ride. Whoa, she was rich too. I guess that would explain the designer brands. We stepped into the limo while men were loading the luggage. Alice quickly went into the steel mini fridge, yeah mini fridge, and took out two chapagne bottles. I had never drank before, but what the heck,i was in New York!
"Bella. I think we should stop at my brother's apartment first. If walk we university like this, they'll kick out us." We were beyond intoxicated. One glass lead to another, and another. This was definitly not going to be a good first impression, so we both agreed to go to her brother's apartment. When the limo stopped, we got out, barely able to walk straight. I looked up when I got outside to see a huge apartment, that could pass on for a 5 star hotel. A man came running out of the door to us and straight to Alice. Boy did he look FIINNEEE. He had messy bronze hair and green eyes. His shirt complimented his well sculpted body. He put one of his hand around Alice trying to get her balanced.
"Why, hey there handsome!" Yup, i was drunk BAD. As i said these words, his head spun around to look at me. He left one hand on Alice, and put his other hand around me.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend? Cuz I think you should be my boyfriend. Don't you think so?" His green eyes were scanning me from head to toe.
"You must be Alice's friend, and from the looks of it, you're drunk too." his voice was like the sound of an angel.
"No, no I'm not Drun-" And everything went black.