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Chapter 3: First Day

We were all standing outside the gates of The Cullen Arts eagerly waiting for them to open. If I wasn't so anxious about going in officially as a student for the first time, I would have taken notice that this reminded me of a scene in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. You can take a lot of things away from me but my favourite childhood shows will never be one of them. Speaking of taking things away, I hope things didn't end up like they did in High School because that would be fucked up. Suddenly a loud creek rang through the air, disturbing the anxious thoughts of the children who were attending the school in a few minutes. Everyone breathed in a sigh of determination as the gates began to open which made me immediately think about my goals for this year.

First and foremost focus on school

Don't give a fuck

Have fucking fun! It is university after all.

I know they don't seem like major goals but if you had seen me in High School you would probably not have a problem with the first one but the other two, you would scoff at me for even trying to achieve them. Turning back to look at mom and Phil who were waiting with the other parents for their kids to take that step into their future, I noticed that mom had joined into the dramatic wailing with the other moms and Phil like the other men was awkwardly trying to console her. I rolled my eyes and gave them a wink before taking the first step into my next 4 years. As we walked up to the main building, a smartly dressed woman stepped towards us clasping her hands. She looked at us with an intimidating stare as if she was daring us to back down and unfortunately for him a guy hesitantly stepped back. He wasn't that tall and he wore a look of shock and nervousness as the woman walked towards him smirking like a predator that had just caught its prey. When she reached him she stood in front of him eyeing him down and even from where I was standing I could see the poor boy gulp nervously.

"This is a performing arts school," She said loudly for all of us to hear "You are going to have to perform in front of crowds and they are going to give you many looks. If you back down and fidget like this boy here, you won't last in this school,"

Turning on her heel she stalked away from him and back into the viewing point of everyone's eyes. She glanced at the crowed and landed her eyes on various faces before me where she left her eyes to linger on me longer than she had with the others and then her eyes moved to focus on everyone. This made me begin to shift back into my high school self, immediately assessing myself on what was wrong with me. I wore black creepers, black jeans and a black tank top. Sure I wasn't much of a bright coloured person but is that what caused her to judge me? In my defence I had red suitcases. What if she was looking at me because she thought I wouldn't make it? Maybe I couldn't. No. Forcing myself out of my thoughts I moved swiftly to snap the black band on my wrist, the harshness helped me gain control over my thoughts and I slid my hand back to its position quickly so that I wouldn't be noticed.

"My name is Mary Larnkin, you shall refer to me as Miss. Larnkin and if I ever give you leave to say my first name you will know that you have done something right," Miss. Larnkin announced. "Follow me,"

Like robots programmed to follow a command, everyone hurriedly followed her with no time to waste as it seemed that if being on her good side meant your life would be awesome, being on her bad side meant your life would be hell and I have had enough of that for a life time. We entered the school for the first time seeing as how yesterday we were only allowed to roam the outsides. I gaped at the huge hall in front of me. What? Don't judge me this hall is massive or maybe it just seems that way after going to that crappy high school in Phoenix. I mean I had seen pictures of this place a year ago when the school had opened for the first time, pictures that made me question whether or not I wanted to go to a university where I would be majoring in English or a performing arts academy where I could let the imaginative side of me escape from the chains I had kept it her for so long so that she could broaden her horizons. I know that there were other performing art schools but this one just captivated my attention and I simply had to go or at least have that feeling that I had tried to go. Not even getting walk down the entire hall, we were made to go up the stairs of the first staircase. Secretly wallowing in disappointment I followed everyone up the stairs until we arrived at open double doors. We were instructed to fill up the row of seats from the back, the seats wear a royal red making it easy to tell that that they had spent a lot of money on just this singular room in the entire school. When I entered the row I was meant to be in and sat down, on my right was a light brown haired girl and on my left a blonde sandy haired boy. As soon as everyone was sat down, Miss Larnkin began to speak.

"Hello, I would formally like to welcome you to The Cullen Arts. This is the second year that this school has been opened by our founders Carlisle and Esme Cullen," Miss Larnkin announced.

I remembered the excitement that covered the news and teenagers everywhere when The Cullen Arts was brought to the public eye. Carlisle Cullen had come from an artistic background, his mother being an artist and his father being a musician but that's not what catapulted the Cullen name through the roof. Sure Carlisle's mother and father were quite known but they weren't that well known. It took a 19 year old Carlisle Cullen who took a step into the world of Broadway to make the name known throughout t the world. Esme Cullen on the other hand was the first of her family to take step towards the arts, not being supported her family she took to Broadway at the age of 22. A 24 year old Carlisle Cullen and her were cast as the leads in Broadway Classic 'Save Me'. Save Me was a touching story about a homeless woman, Scarlett Samuels but known by her friends as Ruby, who thought she knew everything about who she was but she meets this guy who comes into a her life and shows her different her a different way of life; The name of this special guys' name was Alexander Charles Berry. Zander as he prefers to be called chips away Ruby's protective wall to do what no one has ever tried to do before which was see her for who she was; Scarlett. As Zander tries to help, Scarlett calls Zander out on his bullshit and helps him find a life without the reference of his parents wealth weighing down on his shoulders and the constant worrying of whether he would be considered good enough if it wasn't for his parents. They help each other be the people they never thought they could be. It was such a touching story that my mom shared with me when I was growing up and when she saw that I was really interested in it she brought a DVD copy of Carlisle and Esme's Broadway performance. After seeing that the Broadway production of Save Me was a huge hit amongst the people, film crews were hired to film it for a DVD copy which sold out over 100 million copies worldwide. I have a great amount of respect for the two people who were walking to the podium right now.

"Well hello," Carlisle said casually as if every student in the room wasn't freaking out.

"I think we broke them Carlisle why are they so quiet," Esme said teasingly.

This broke the room into an entire frenzy as hands clashed together and made echoing clapping sounds across the entire room

"She looks beautiful," The brown haired girl next to me exclaimed.

If I were the old me I would have probably tried make myself as small as possible to show the person talking to me that I was not interested in talking to them but I wasn't Isabella anymore. I was Bella and Bella was going to get all those years of running away back during the time at The Cullen Arts.

"She does. Absolutely stunning," I replied with a smile.

"Angela," She smiled as she extended her hand.

"Bella," I said with pride at taking this first towards a long recovery.

Beaming at our new friendship we turned towards the couple at the front where Esme wore a black dress accompanied by a white short blazer jacket topped off with white shoes and a clutch bag. Next to her stood the handsome Carlisle Cullen in a black tux, black shoes, a white tie to match his lady and a Michael Kors watch to top it off.

"We are proud of every single one of you for coming to share your talents with us at this school. Carlisle and I founded this school as we saw that there was potential in some teenagers that wasn't being recognised and maybe that talent was recognised but parents did not have not enough money to send their child to the school of their dreams," Esme began.

"Growing in the entertainment industry ourselves we know how hard it is to crack it and also being surrounded by talent in our house through our very own children who will also be attending this school we-" Carlisle paused as the room erupted with applause and cheers. "We wanted to give our children and their generation a place where their talents can be cherished, explored, enhanced and recognised."

"We founded the school 2 years ago and since then it has helped 716 teenagers striving towards their dream and we hope that this it will help you also. Even though Carlisle and I founded the school we will not be teaching at the school and we trust our friend Mr Greene, your principal, to look after you in a way that he deems best. We will be popping in here and there as a surprise but we are just like the other parents," Esme said her mothering tone sneaking in during the speech.

"Good luck! Make this year yours, we look forward to seeing you very soon," Carlisle smiled and winked at the audience.

Applause rang out through the hall as Carlisle and Esme turned and walked until they disappeared behind the red curtain. Walking up to the podium a man in tan coloured tux cleared his throat. Poor guy, must hard to follow the tag team that is Carlisle and Esme.

"Hello," he exclaimed.

Choruses of hello's and hey's rang out less enthusiastically.

"Okay guys, I know I am not as pretty as Esme but c'mon you can be louder than that. Hello!" He repeated.

"Hello!" Everyone replied mockingly.

"That's good enough I guess, I am going to introduce you to what it is that we do here before you all go gallivanting off into the world of making your talents come to life. First of all rooms. Here at the Cullen arts your rooms are set out like apartments to get you used you to the luxury that your talent will bring and to get you comfortable sharing a room with another person, if you are in a movie and all that jazz but mostly because Esme wanted it that way," Mr Greene joked causing the room to respond with a chorus of laughter. Warning us that by 2pm we had to be back here for a tour of the school, he began to call out names of people sharing a room and people who I assumed were already in the school began to escort them to their rooms . Basically from what I could tell this school had 4 different sections for rooms placed around the area, those four sections were colour coded by the colours green, blue, purple and red. The Cullen Arts being a new school was small compared to other universities out there but the quality of this school was right there with the rest of them if not better. The Cullen Arts had a total of 358 students including us first years approximating that to 90 students in each year. Each section had a total of about 90 rooms and our section was blue much to my satisfaction. Once you were in your section you stayed there until you finished your time at The Cullen Arts. The people in the section that leave to find their way into the big bad world leave that section behind to the first years and this year it was us. Each section had three floors. I was beginning to dose off when I heard my name "Isabella Dwyer, Jessica Stanley and Angela Weber in room 32; middle,"

I guess I should explain what middle means. It's nothing complicated just that I was in the middle floor.

"Looks like we're rooming," Angela smiled

"Looks like," I smiled in reply

The rest of the day was uneventful, after dropping of our things in our rooms and heading back to get the tour everything was just a normal first day that was until it was dinner time. Everyone was in the blue section restaurant named 'YAWYE'. It was a strange name which confused everyone not just me.

"So… how are you guys liking TCA so far?" I asked the group of people we were sat with.

During the course of the tour Angela, Jessica and I met Tyler, Mike and Eric and formed a friendship that resulted in these particular seats.

"I think it's great," Angela commented shyly.

"Great? It's amazing! I didn't ever think I would get in," Jessica exclaimed.

"Have you guys seen the pool," Mike jumped in.

"I know. Pretty cool right," I answered.

Then as fast as it came it was gone, this fire of fascination when Mike looked at me. Brushing it off I turned to look somewhere else when a group of people came in the door.

"Well look who's here," Tyler muttered.

"I want their clothes so bad," Jessica whispered.

It was then I had noticed that whispers had erupted around the entire room.

The group of boys and girls went to sit in a corner of the classroom and began chatting amongst themselves not noticing they had caused quite the reaction.

"Um what just happened?" I asked stupidly.

"As if you don't know who just walked in," Jessica said whipping her head to my direction "The medium height blonde girl is Lauren Mallory, the dark haired is Damien Hemshold, the girl with the pixie hair cut is Alice Cullen and next to her the guy that looks like he is pain that's Jasper Hale. No one knows if they are thing or not. Next to them that hot piece of a man is Edward Cullen. He is so gorgeous. Oh and that strawberry blonde girl hanging herself over Edward is Tanya Denali urgh"

Drawing up my eyes to look over each of the individually not a once over like I had done before I recognised the name and the faces. Moving to take my eyes of the well-dressed group, my eyes were held by piercing green eyes. It was then that I realised that they belonged to the person that I had bumped into and that person was Edward fucking Cullen. He did not look pleased to see me.

"Fuck me," I whispered, looking down at my food.