A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Read and enjoy!

Bella POV

As we walked away from the table, I heard one of the Cullen's say something.

"Hey, wait!" the blonde said. I turned around slowly and looked down at my feet. "Why don't you come and sit with us?"

I was sure that Rachel was almost astounded as I was when we walked back to the picnic table and sat down.

"Hi, I'm Rosalie, and this is my brother, Emmett." She stood up slightly and shook our hands and Rachel answered.

"Bella," she pointed to me "and I'm Rachel. We're half-sisters."

"Nice to meet you too," Emmett said and smiled. He was huge! I swear to God he looked like a freaking transport truck.

We heard loud laughter from our left and immediately searched to see the source. I internally groaned as I saw The Sisters. Jessica was behind the wheel of her silver convertible. When she saw me, her grin turned quickly into a sneer. I almost expected what was coming next.

A minute later, the monster walked up to us.

"Hi, BELLA," she said. "Rachel." Looking into her gaze was like looking into an ice bucket. "Well, there's no use crying over... spilt milk," she said and smiled angelically. She took her carton of milk and overturned it on my head. She looked up to the sky and cackled. The Sisters all walked away while laughing. If it weren't for the law, Victoria would keep me at home. I almost wished for that.

Rachel looked at me sympathetically and placed her hand overtop of mine. I didn't cry. I just expected it by now.

Rosalie turned and looked at me. "I have a change of clothes in my knapsack, if you want." She smiled. "I also have some dry shampoo; maybe we could get the milk out of your hair?" I nodded slowly and she stood up and we went to the bathroom.

After school

"WHAT THE HELL, ISABELLA!" Victoria screamed at me.

"Yes, Mrs. Brown?" I answered.

"Jessica told me all about your scene at school this morning. You will never, EVER, borrow anything from your peers EVER again, do you understand?" This was going to be a bad one; she was quivering with anger. She wound her hand up and slapped me across the face multiple times. "I hope you've learned your lesson. Now go make me dinner," she announced over her shoulder as she flounced away to her room. Rachel dragged me off to the kitchen.

I love it when we make meals, particularly because I love cooking. It was difficult though, because we're cooking for a lot of people. I got time to think to myself though.

Rachel and I made homemade lasagna, a veggie stir-fry, and apple pie for dessert. Our mouths watered at the sight of it, but we weren't allowed to have a feast like this. Rachel took out blue mosaic dishes and cutlery, while I helped with the cups. We set them down at each place on the table, and on each plate we placed one perfectly square piece of lasagna and one exact scoop of stir-fry. I left a card on Victoria's plate saying that the apple pie was in the oven, to keep it warm. We called the girls down to dinner and they nearly trampled us as they filed down the staircase, which I'm sure it wasn't accidental.

It was just Rachel and I for dinner, per usual. Victoria was too disgusted to ever eat with us, except when our father was in town. She loved to keep up a loving mother appearance when he was around. "What do you want for dinner?" she smiled weakly. "I'll make it today."

I didn't contest as she just took out a small chicken caeser salad for us and a juice box each, with an orange to split. I took a plastic fork and shoveled the salad in my mouth. She peeled the orange and split it. I reveled in the sweetness of the orange fruit exploding in my mouth as I took a bite. All too soon it was over though, and there was nothing left. Rachel and I laid out our clothes for the next morning and I finished my trigonometry homework.

"Bella?" Rachel murmured as we slipped under the covers to go to bed.

"Yeah?" I answered back.

"Do you think we'll ever get out of this place?"

Her question haunted me. "I don't know, Rach, I just don't know."