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Thanks so much for reviewing and adding this story as a favorite. This is the next chapter of the story. Sorry for leaving on such a cliffy last time, I wasn't exactly sure how to begin the chapter where she meets the Cullen's (who are not vampires, but have a secret). Constructive criticism welcomed. Also, Bella's not a HUGE klutz like in the books, she's just a little clumsy. Well…here's the chapter:
Stepping out of my fancy car, I took in my surroundings. The entire parking lot was gawking at us. But they were mostly staring at me, probably because I was new. In this school of a few hundred, it's uncommon that a new, filthy rich student comes along.
Through my sunglasses, I looked at the other rich students and gasped.
There were five of them in total and they were all inhumanly beautiful. Studying the kids coming out of the M3, I saw a slim blonde girl and an immensely muscular boy. The girl had stunning golden blonde hair which matched her (A/N: I don't know what color eyes Rosalie had or Emmet had so I'm going to make it up) icy blue eyes. She could be a supermodel. No joke. With her perfectly skinny and tall body, she was probably around 5'7; she was the ideal Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. Her eyes portrayed confidence and made my self-esteem shake, but not shatter. Being a princess I learned how to keep my confidence.
The guy was the complete opposite. He was slim, but absolutely ripped. Every inch of him was covered in pure muscle. I did not want to mess with him. On his face was a goofy grin that erased all of my fears. His face made him 100% less scary. His eyes were a light topaz and shone in the light. He was cute, but obviously with the blonde, as his arm was wrapped around her waist.
I looked to my right and saw a short, black haired girl gracefully getting out of the Volvo. Her black hair was spiked into a pixie cut and she had dark blue eyes like my contacts. Her pale skin matched perfectly with the dark blue shirt and black skinny jeans she was wearing. This girl had a good sense of style. I made a note to myself to go shopping with her sometime.
Then a tall, blonde boy stepped out of the silver car behind her. He was pale and (A/N: I don't know what color eyes Jasper had either) had piercing, icy blue eyes just like the tall golden blonde. He was muscular, but not nearly as big as the golden blonde girl's boyfriend. Then, almost like a reflex, he put his arm around the pixie-like girl. They must be together, too
When I saw another rich kid step out of the car, I nearly fainted.
Standing to the right of me, was a Greek god. He had emerald green eyes, almost like grass shining with the sunlight. His hair was a dazzling shade of bronze, I've never seen anything like it. He was beautiful. He was probably a little over six feet tall, around the same height as the blonde boy, but shorter than the muscular brown haired guy. He was light skinned, about the same tone as mine. His eyes held confidence, like the golden blonde girls, but they seemed empty and alone; like he was missing his other half. But, his other half was probably in the car behind him. Lucky girl, she most likely didn't even know what she had.
I continued to stare at the bronze haired god waiting for his girlfriend to come out of the Volvo. She never did.
To my astonishment, the emerald eyed boy slammed the car door shut and walked to meet the others in the Volvo and M3. They were all probably related, they all looked similar.
Shaking myself out of my trance, I fumbled around in my purse to find the map of the school that Charlie gave me last night before I went to bed. Scanning the paper, I tried to find the office so I could get my schedule.
Someone tapped my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts. "Hello. You're Isabella Swan? Chief Swan's niece? Are you new here?"
I turned my head to find blacked haired boy with glasses looking at me with curious eyes. His glasses were really thick, probably a half inch of glass. He looked like the chess club type.
I smiled. "Princ- I mean, yeah I'm Charlie's niece. But call me Bella." I cringed at my almost slip up. I had to be more careful. "And you are…"
He grinned. "I'm Eric. I work for the paper and you are front page."
"No, I'm not." I said it more like a question. I couldn't be front page, even if it was only for-hopefully-the school paper. This is what I came here to get away from and I seemed to be walking right back into the spotlight by being a new kid. "Please. No."
"Come on! You're the feature." He pleaded.
I almost gave in because I didn't want to be mean, but I remembered the reason I came here-to be normal. "No, please. No feature."
He caved. "Okay. Okay. I guess we'll have to think of something else to do."
"Thanks." I smiled, 100% thankful there was no feature. The newspaper, even one this low on the scale, could be leaked to the press. And the American press didn't give mercy and let people live normal, they were ruthless for information.
He nodded and walked away smiling like an idiot.
I raised my eyebrows and returned my attention back to the map and continued to walk to the front doors. "Where is the office?" I muttered angrily. Then I looked up. Where did Eric go? I wish I had asked him where the office was before he left.
Great. Now what was I supposed to do.
"I got you, Eddie!" Laughed a deep voice from behind me.
I turned to see the muscular, brown haired boy poking the bronze haired god.
The god glared at him. "Emmet, I told you not to call me Eddie. My name is Edward."
So the muscular boy was Emmet and the bronze haired boy was Edward.
Edward. The name fit him perfectly. I continued to study his flawless face from beneath my sunglasses. Thank god for those, without them I would probably look like a gawking idiot.
As they approached, I pretended to read my map, like I hadn't been staring at them.
When they were closer to me, but not yet passed me, I heard them whispering.
"OMG!" Squealed the pixie. "I love her clothes. We have got to go shopping together! Rosalie, we, like, need to be her friend."
So the golden blonde was Rosalie. It made sense. Rosalie was a really pretty name and well, Rosalie was drop dead gorgeous. I would kill for looks like hers. Seriously.
"Alice," Rosalie whispered back. "It's her first day, maybe you shouldn't talk to her. Emphasis on the 'you'. You'll scare her to death."
The pixie was Alice. And she wanted to shop with me, too! Awesome, I will get some of her style! I wondered why Alice would scare me. I guess I'll find out later if we were going shopping together.
"She's right, Alice," said the tall, slim blonde boy. He had a cute southern accent, he was probably from Texas. "She might be afraid of you." His eyes twinkled with tease and his lips were pulled up in a smile.
They were getting closer now. They would pass me soon.
"Jasper, she will not be afraid of me. She is Isabella Swan, Chief Swan's niece, remember? Her uncle's got guns and stuff. She probably has one; in case someone tries to hurt her. Duh."
The blonde was Jasper.
I stifled a laugh. Alice was right. Charlie did have guns, and so did I. Mom gave me one right before I left Italy, with permission of the U.S. government of course. The government knew I was here. And they allowed me to go under a different name and etc.
"Alice. If she had a gun, she could shoot you," Edward laughed along with the rest of the family while the pixie thought about that for a moment.
Then, realization dawned on her. "She could?" The pixie looked terrified.
They all nodded while I smiled. I would never shoot Alice, she looked innocent.
"Not funny. But I doubt she would. She'd miss me," said Alice.
"She doesn't know you," Rosalie pointed out.
"Yet," Alice finished.
Edward rolled his eyes, Emmet laughed, Rosalie shook her head and Alice smiled. Jasper…well…I don't know. He seemed genuinely amuse with Alice's bubbly mood.
"Did you see her car?" Rosalie said, envy dripping from her voice. "It's expensive. Like really expensive. Where did she get a car like that? What car is that anyway? I've seen it online and in catalogs but I forgot the name! I need to get my hands on an engine like that. I would kill to work on that car."
The whole family nodded, their eyes filled with awe.
I decided to step in now.
"I got the car at a car dealership in Italy. It's the Lamborghini Embolado."
Rosalie and the rest of them looked at me with jealousy and amazement.
I continued. "I'm Bella." I chose to play dumb and act like I didn't know their names. "And you are?"
They were all frozen solid. Emmet was the first to recover.
"I'm Emmet!" He boomed extremely loud, wearing a cheeky grin. "And this is Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, and Eddie!"
I saw Edward roll his eyes.
"Call me Edward." His velvety voice shocked me. How could someone so beautiful have a voice equally beautiful? It was a crime. A crime!
I nodded as if I didn't know their names.
I turned to Rosalie. "So, you like my car?"
She nodded. "I love your car! I'm a huge fan of cars. I might not look it, but I'm a pretty good mechanic."
"Really? Cool!" I answered smiling.
"I like shopping! Want to shop with me?! OMG WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER!"
I turned to see Alice jumping up and down and began to realize why I would be afraid of her.
"Sure."
Alice then faced Rosalie. "Ha. She wasn't scared of me. In your FACE!"
I giggled.
"Where did you get your shirt? Your pants? Your shoes? WHERE?"
The pixie was really demanding.
I filled her in on the details of my clothes leaving out the parts of I only got them because I was royal.
They brought me to the office where I got my schedule: (A/N: I'm using random names for the teachers)
Isabella Swan
Period one: Dancing and singing with Ms. Miller
Period two: Trig with Mr. Vila
Period three: English with Ms. Tucker
Period four: Social Studies with Mr. Sullivan
Period five: Lunch
Period six: Biology with Mr. Lynch
Period seven: Gym
Period eight: Science with Mr. Katchen
I had every class with Edward, lunch with all of them, Gym with Emmet-oh God help me-, Social studies with Jasper, Trig and science with Alice and English with Rosalie. And I had first period dancing and singing with all of them, too.
Great. They will see how great of a singer and dancer I am. Not to brag, but I am an amazing dancer and singer. As a princess it's practically a law you have to sing and dance. Actually, my voice was voted best in Italy for five years in a row. That's why I tried, and failed, to get out of this class. I didn't want anyone seeing my superb skills.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see the "Caution it's Slippery" sign on my way to first period and tripped over it. Normally I'm not a klutz, but I am accident prone. I waited for my body to hit the hard floor, but it never did. Instead, strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me upright.
"Thanks," I said turning to face my savoir.
When I turned, I was met with a pair of dazzling emerald eyes, looking frightened.
"Bella, are you okay?"
I couldn't answer; I was lost in his eyes. So I just nodded.
His eyes overflowed with relief and he removed his arms from my waist and his family and I continued walking to first period.
"We're here." Edward opened the door for me like a gentleman and I stepped inside.
After a few minutes of choosing seats, I sat between Alice and Edward in a yellow bean bag. Yes, a bean bag. I think I would love this class if I didn't have to sing and dance. Aka: show my skills and have to explain why I was so good.
"Good morning class. We have a new student today." Ms. Miller gestured towards me. "This is Isabella Swan, Chief Swan's niece."
I heard a chorus of "Hi's" from my classmates.
"Call me Bella," I said.
"Sorry." Ms. Miller smiled. "This is Bella. She likes to be called Bella. Well, Bella, can you come up here and sing a song for me so I know whether you're a soprano or alto?"
"I'm a soprano," I replied not wanting to sing aloud.
"I'm sure you are, but I need to hear you sing honey. So could you please come over here and sing for us?"
"But….but…" I didn't know what to do.
"It's okay if you're not a good singer."
"No, it's not that. I just…" What do I do?
"Come on, honey. Everybody else had to do this. It's your turn now."
I took a deep breath and walked to the center of the classroom, surrendering.
"What do I sing?" I asked.
"Anything you want."
"Okay. This is a song I wrote about my life and what I have been through. It's called The Climb." (A/N: I know this is from Hannah Montana, but I was listening to the radio in the car and it sort of works. So let's pretend she wrote this. But it belongs to Miley!)
"I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there's a voice inside my head saying
"You'll never reach it"
Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking
But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going
And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on
'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!
Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa"
I sang the song perfectly hitting every note. Then I remembered who my audience was and that I should have sang badly.
I am dead.
That was a long chapter! It took me over an hour so I hope it's good!
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Ally