Forks High

I looked out of my limo window. Charlie had decided to fly with me to Forks High. You know, he'd decided to practise fathering for a few days. I should've found it refreshing but I just felt glum. Even my favourite pair of Louboutins didn't make this easier.

To make this story short- I was being shipped off to boarding school.

In Forks.

No I don't know where that is either.

Don't waste your brain cells by trying to figure where that is.

And actually who would call a town that? Who comes up with these things?

Forks. Forks. Forks.

Just how creative is that?

Argh.

I am totally getting out of this.

'You're so gay and you don't even like boys...no you don't even like' My phone filled the car. I glanced at my father; he was, as usual, busy talking on his phone. Whatever. I should be used to this by now. "Hey babe" My best friend Jess was on the other line. "Hay babes, haws yow flight? Missin you alreadys," She said, it took me a good few weeks to understand what she says.

"Fine thanks, haven't gotten to the HELL HOLE" I made sure to glance over to Charlie, he was oblivious. I sighed.

"AW…" She sighed into the phone, and I wondered how I was going to get new friends. I had known jess for most of my social life. She was the one that recognized the first Mui Mui dress I owned as one of my mum's older vintage pieces. Since then we've been inseparable.

"Kay bub gotta go we're shopping for our annual Fireworks partayy... sorry hun you cant make it... Maybe you can get a flight out?"

"Erm yeah I'll try you know I'll be home soon, and don't you guys forget it."

Click.

I always had to have the last word. Basically my parents were part of the elite social life. My dad is a famous movie producer. Charlie Swan was also known in his earlier age where he was the tall and gorgeous playboy. He'd even made a few blockbuster hits. His hair had always been a blonde colour. His eyes were a clear blue colour; I'd inherited some of his charm.

My mother was one of the world's top supermodels. Renee Swan had married my dad at 23 years of age. She'd put up with his fame and then eventually after a year after my birth my dad decided to try producing, needless to say he'd stuck to it ever since.

People said I looked the spitting image of my mother, but I truly doubted that. My hair was dyed a bleach blonde colour, and sure it sounded so Barbie of me but I loved it. My cheekbones were nowhere as defined as my mother's. Her honey coloured eyes were a mix with my brown ones. My eyes were of her mother's. Gran had died a year before Renee's death. I've never met my granddad; he'd died way before I was born.

When I was 13 my mother died in a car crash, naturally it wasn't her fault. A fan was chasing her and "accidentally"…. Well you get the idea.

I don't like to mention her much, though she motivates a lot of things I do. For example I don't think its fair I have to always be compared to her.

Like I could ever live up to her standards.

Charlie wants me to be nothing like her. I think he blames her for his failing career and now his best days are over blah blah blah. He wants a new wife and I'm not the easy stepdaughter. I make 'em work hard. Or I make their lives hell. For these 5 years Charlie had tried to introduce me to several typical pin-up blonde bimboes after our family's money.

The first few I just told to back off, but the ones that were real gold diggers I had problems with. Like this one, I had to jump off a riff in my own home to make a point. Maybe a badly made one but still I had made it: no one can replace my mother.

Renee Swan was a special woman, and I won't let Charlie forget that.

I'd become less and less like her everyday. I'd wanted to impress my father. I would've done anything he asked. Drunkenly he told me I reminded him of Renee so I went and got my hair dyed blonde, and got blue lenses. My wardrobe became more outrageous and I began taking advantage of the gold credit card I had possessed.

Through it all I think I look more like Charlie whereas I've gotten used to my mother's outgoing personality, absorbing it I became what she was- and elite socialite. THE girl to be, THE girl to get to model your next collection etc.

"Honey," Charlie began.

I turned around and faced the window more. I hadn't spoken to him since the day he'd discovered parenthood.

I heard him sigh.

"Bells talk to me, I don't know what to do with you."

I laughed quietly under my breath- it would help if he sorts himself out first then try and do something about me… I'm not just going to give up and make Charlie's life easier.

He started acting fatherly again and I rolled my eyes as he was saying:

"I want you to try your best at Forks High. I don't want to hear anything from you until Christmas when I pick you up. And then I want to hear what a model student you are."

I spun around and my eyes flashed anger- how dare he?

"You just don't want to hear from me because you'll get another slut into the house. And I won't be a problem."

The limo stopped and I stormed out of the car.

I saw the beautiful school before me.

It looked like a castle, the grey stone building had towers and there were hundreds of girls and boys checking in.

I saw some of the guys eyeing the long limo and I flashed everyone my signature smile. The girls stared at me, green eyed. I realised that this would be way harder that I thought. Maybe I could find clones somewhere. There was always a group of girls wanting to hang around me in Malibu.

Whatever I can find friends anywhere. I just have to channel my mum's charm and authority.

The guys checked me out I had a long trench coat on, which was also black. The gold buttons were undone revealing my 'funeral dress' (great name eh?) my black heals were shiny against the dull formfitting fabric. The jewellery I wore was basic and simple. A couple of bangles on one wrist and on the other various friendship bracelets and holiday knick-knacks from here and there.

Even I could smell my signature strawberry perfume around me, it had been made especially for me, the crystal bottle was given to me on my 13th (being a teenager and all). I remember Renee and I went to a perfume factory to choose the particular smell. The perfume bottle was shipped over 2 days after my birthday and I wore the perfume to the funeral.

I saw the head mistress approaching, and I felt my dad stand next to me.

Crossing my arms I stared at the nice looking lady.

"Hello, I imagine you're Isabella." She said smiling warmly.

"Please call me Bella" I sighed and my dad rolled his eyes.

"Okay Bella, I'm Esme, I prefer to be called by my first name," She whispered quietly and I giggled.

"'Kay Esme."

"Look, here's my husband. He can deliver the boring speech" She winked and I began to like her more and more.

"Hi honey, who do we have here? AH It must be Mr Swan and Miss Swan" He shook my, now, unfolded hand.

"My name is Carlisle and I'd like to welcome you into our little family of Forks High" I smiled; he'd obviously preferred to use his first name too.

"I hope you enjoy your year here and meets lots of new good friends. We appreciate that you're new and we will make sure you fit in nicely, but I have a feeling we won't need to be worried." Carlisle looked around most of the people around staring at me. He smiled and excused himself.

"Right Bella, I hope you have a wonderful first day. Just go to the main office to see who you are sharing with" With that Esme walked off.

Swiftly I turned around and asked Charlie "What did she mean I'm sharing?"

"You're dorm honey." I laughed. No. Freaking. WAY.

I screamed at him, something a cross between 'no fucking way' and 'you're not serious'.

I calmed down and glared at Charlie. This was beyond ridiculous.

I tried to look on the bright side at least my wardrobe had been shipped here already- If that was a bright side.

Charlie went into the limousine and I watched, slightly sad, as he drove away.

I imagined he was just on the phone again, but still, he was the only family I had left. Shaking the odd feeling off I decided to make my way into the office.

Some guys wolf whistled as I made my way up the stairs and I just smiled slightly. After all, I stopped blushing a long, long time ago. Mrs Green would be proud of me, I can actually make my way up the stairs without tripping, and in 6-inch heels.

The queue was too long for me and I smiled sweetly at the guy in front saying, "I think you're in my place."

He chuckled slightly and smiled back. "I think you're right, I'm ever so sorry." And let me through.

That was easy. At least I won't have to wait for 2 hours in the long queue. When people saw what this guy did most of them groaned, okay all of them groaned I just shrugged and blew the guy a kiss.

"Bella Swan" I answered the lady's questioning gaze." She was fat and ugly and didn't look nice at all. I decided she wasn't worth my politeness. Oh I was extremely judgemental. I knew what people's thoughts were and I had this feeling she was itching to get out of here. Why should I make this harder with chitchat?

"House number 300, off the edge of the campus, just follow this route," She gave me a map of the school. "And you're sharing with Rosalie Hale and Alice Cullen" I nodded and went off.

Time to find out exactly who my new roommates were.