Bella finally is in Forks for this chapter! A response to a particular review I got, yes Bella is going to end up with Edward at the end of this story. Give it time; it's only the third chapter.

I was stuck on the decision of whether I should make the Cullen's human or not. I've decided to keep everyone human for this story and make a second version later on where the supernatural world is present.

Reviews are much appreciated –Allie

Bella POV

Before boarding, I made a quick stop at the washroom. I quickly change into a pair of leggings with a much too big for me black and gold Vanderbilt University hoodie that I had managed to find in my fathers closet a few years ago. I turn on my iPod and snap one last picture of me as Isabella Vanderbilt before putting on the dull brown contacts and putting my hair in a cap so I can put on the plain brown wig.

Looking in the mirror is bizarre. I don't remember the last time I've looked in the mirror and not liked what I saw. I'm reminded of Halloween, the only usual day of the year where I don't look like myself. Is this what this project would feel like? Four months of Halloween? I frown before taking off my expensive sunglasses to slip on ordinary ones. My life of lavish attire was officially over. I make sure to swap all documentation with the new ones of Isabella Swan before boarding.

I notice the change almost immediately as I walk past a group of teenagers. I raise my head slightly and straighten my back as I gaze expectantly at the group. Instead of catty looks the girls barely give me a once over. Instead of winks and boyish grins the boys glance over before continuing their conversations. My blood runs cold.

What just happened?

Was I really ugly now that I wasn't painfully beautiful? I knew I wasn't ugly. I had seen myself in the mirror! Sure, I wasn't stunning, but I wasn't ugly either! Is this what life was like for those not blessed with gorgeous DNA? I wasn't sure how to deal with this.

I quietly rush pass them and patiently wait to board the plane. I love flying. Well, loved. I came to find that the experience wasn't as pleasurable while flying economy. The flight is quiet; I see nothing other than the darkness my eye mask brings me. I hear nothing other than the music my iPod plays.

Getting off at SeaTac is a cold awakening. Literally, the temperature here is slightly colder than in Manhattan, and much wetter. The moment I turn my phone on I'm bombarded with messages. Two from Charlotte, one from Christian, one from mother, one from father, three from Ana and a couple more from my friends. I opt to send a general message out to everyone and to personally reply to all the messages later on during the day.

Just landed in Seattle. It's cold and wet. I miss and love you all. I'll talk to you all when I'm settled in. xoxo – IsabellaVanderbilt

I walk down the aisle to where families and friends are waiting for the arrival of their loved ones. Off the edge of the crowd, I spot a middle-aged man with a moustache holding up a sign that reads 'Isabella Swan'. I walk directly towards him and set my luggage down.

"Charles Swan?" I ask melodically, raising an eyebrow at the awkward looking man.

"Um. Yes, uh. Isabella. Um, call me Charlie, uh. It's good to meet you." He struggles between the decision of extending his arm or pulling me into a hug. I make the decision for him by wrapping my arms around him loosely. We were supposed to be family for the next four months, after all.

"Please, call me Bella." I decide then that I wanted to separate my real life from this project as much as possible.

He nods gruffly before gesturing me to follow him. I do as told and follow him out towards a cop car. I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"I'm the Chief of the town." He says sheepishly.

I laugh as I get into the car. It felt weird to ride in the front of a cruiser. I idly wonder if that meant that Charlie was strict with laws. Probably. I let my mind drift off during the drive. I try to observe the scenery but nothing catches my eye. No big skyscrapers or imposing glass towers. I see no bridges or rivers. All I see is green. There's all kinds of green. It makes me sick to my stomach to see so much green. So much grass, so many trees, its almost inhumane. I used to relish in the beauty of nature, when I saw it in Central Park. However, seeing an abundance of it was less than beautiful.

We pulled up to a cute small house; it was tiny in comparison to our loft. The bricks were dark brown and it gave the house a little chalet feel. I faintly hear Charlie apologising for the size of the house and I cut him off quickly.

"Charlie, stop. During these four months, I'd like it if you could just treat me like family. It'll make this a lot easier, on both of us, I'm sure."

Charlie nodded swiftly before smiling and offering me a tour of the house. I nodded eagerly, keeping a biting comment about there not being much to discover, to myself. During the drive here, I decided that these next few months would go by much easier if I didn't act like a spoiled brat.

"So … um, Bella? A few officials came, they stocked up your closet with appropriate clothing for Forks. I'll leave you to discover your room. You can change anything you want – it won't count in your budget." Charlie smiles at me before walking downstairs.

The room is quite frankly hideous. The walls are a pale yellow and the bed is a pale wooded twin bed with purple bedding. I frown. The rug is bright yellow and a matching desk is in the far corner. On the desk is about two grand with a note saying 'for the bedroom renovations'. I smile and slip the money into my pocket.

"Charlie? About the bedroom …"

Charlie chuckles and hands me a number.

"Call this painter and tell him what colour you want the walls, the rest you can buy online and have it delivered." I smile gratefully before mentally redecorating my room. I decide on white walls, black queen sized bed, white bedding, black desk with a bright red rug. I've always liked the white/black/red contrast.

I open my closet and frown. None of my clothes are here. They're all new. They were all stylish and fashionable, but all from an unknown brand. I guess it makes sense. It would be very conspicuous for the daughter of the chief of a small town to wear outfits that costs as much as some of the town folk made a year.

I sit on my bed and reply to messages for about half an hour before I start hearing voices coming from underneath me. I descend the stairs and find three sets of eyes staring at me. One set belong to Charlie. The other two seem to belong to two Native American males. One of them seems about fifty, and in a wheelchair. The other seems to be a sophomore, with long black hair. I glance at Charlie and raise an eyebrow. He clears his throat.

"Bella, Billy and Jacob. Billy and Jake, Bella."

I snort at his lame attempt at proper introductions. "Hello."

The old man, Billy, looks up at me and shakes my hand. "So you're Charlie's little girl. What a shame Renée kept you hidden all these years."

I nod empathetically, not sure what else to do.

Charlie clears his throat once more. "Bells, Billy and Jake here are joining us for dinner. We were thinking pizza, chicken wings, beer and football … but uh if you want we can-"

"That's fine, Char- uh Dad." I smile at him and follow the guys into the living room.

I grab a slice and put it on my plate along with a couple of chicken wings. I wait for Jacob to grab a beer before grabbing one for myself, relieved that Charlie was okay with it.

The game was quite boring. College football only interested me when I was there to watch it. However, it pleased me to watch Vanderbilt win. I retired early, the jet lag getting to me. I bid Billy and Jake goodnight and went to sleep ready for my first day of school tomorrow.

I wake up at 7am, not the least bit tired. I did get three hours of sleep more than usual of course. I take a quick shower and decide that I have the time to straighten my hair this morning. I apply some light makeup and put on a pair of black skinny jeans and slip on an ombre western style shirt.

Charlie is downstairs waiting for me with a set of car keys and a bowl of cereal.

"Here are the keys to the Honda Civic. Just drive down the main road and you should find the high school. I have to go now but, good luck kiddo."

I shoot him a smile before finishing my cereal and grabbing my bag. The drive is calm and easy; I find the school in fifteen minutes. It's hideously ugly. The walls are plain brown and there are a couple of small windows. It makes me want to cry just by looking at it. I park my car near the administration office and step out. To my extreme delight, every eye in the parking lot turns to me. I smile to myself and walk confidently towards the office.

A plump woman with red hair looks up at me expectantly and suddenly grins.

"Oh! You must be Isabella Swan. Oh my, you don't look much like your father, although the eyes oh yes and the hair, hmm. Here's your schedule deary."

I send her a polite smile before glancing down to see my schedule.

Semester One:

Period 1: English with Robertson

Period 2: French with Papineau

Lunch.

Period 3: History with Hathaway

Period 4: Physical Education with Carter

Semester Two:

Period 1: Biology with Banner

Period 2: Trigonometry with Tate

Lunch.

Period 3: Business with Blanchard

Period 4: Psychology with Pratt

I exit the administration building and walk towards my English house. I walk with my head high meeting as many curious and judging eyes as possible. You're not beautiful anymore, stupid. A chilling voice hisses at me mentally. I shake my head softly and push the thoughts away. I was not ugly.

Lost in my thoughts, I end up bumping into a muscular chest. I look up to see a smiling boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Whoa there" he teases playfully

"Sorry."

"No problem cutie, I'm Mike. Mike Newton."

"Bella Swan." I say curtly.

"Nice, oh hey Jess! Come here! Bella, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

"Hi! Oh you're Chief Swan's daughter! Isabella, right?"

"Bella."

"Right! Where are you headed?"

"English … with Robinson."

"I have that, come with me! We'll walk together! Bye babe."

I watch Jessica kiss Mike goodbye with slight disgust at the sloppy display of affection before following the brunette down the hall. She seemed like the kind of girl who knew everything about everyone. I decided that it was good that I met her but that I wouldn't be confiding my whole life secrets and emotions to her.

I observed the students as I walked down the hallway, trying to keep the look of disdain off my face. This school truly looked like the typical American high school you see on tv, how cliché. I frowned slightly as I spotted two rather attractive guys in suits standing by a locker.

"Jessica? Why are they wearing suits?"

She looked at me as though I had just asked her why the sky was blue. I resisted the urge to spit in her face.

"It's Monday, duh."

I met her expectant gaze with a blank one.

"Damn. You really don't know? Well, they have a game tonight. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, the hockey team has games. This week it's home games, next week they play away."

"Alright," I started slowly, trying to understand. "That doesn't explain why they're wearing suits though."

Jessica gives me an incredulous look. I decide that spitting on her would be acceptable if she did that one more time.

"Where did you say you were from again?"

"Phoenix."

"Oh right, it's sunny there. Do you know anything about hockey? No, obviously you don't. Look, everyday before the game, the guys dress formally. Hockey's a big deal here. Probably like football was at your school."

"I see. And you don't have cheerleaders or anything?"

I hold my breath hoping to god that the answer is no. I don't think I'd be able to handle living in such a stereotypical high school.

"No … well we do. But they're no good. Our cheerleading and football teams are really just to meet state regulations. We're a hockey and dance school, really.'

Dance?

I let a slow smile grace my lips, which quickly turned into a frown. Why hadn't I had dance on my schedule?

"So, the school offers dance classes?" I ask curiously.

"Nope. We have after school dance teams. Most girls dance during PE."

Jessica continues to ramble on until we reach our classroom, mere minutes before the bell rings. I spot a young looking man sitting at the teacher's desk, with a couple books splattered on it. He looks up and smiles at me.

"You must be Isabella Swan. You can have a seat in the back, right there." He points to a seat in the back of the class but still in the middle. I notice idly that the desks are big enough for two people. Hopefully, I sit alone.

"Please, just call be Bella," I make my way to the desk and sit down letting my mind drift off until the bell rings and a mass of students start coming through the door. The noise level in the class goes up by at least five decibels and I resume my favourite pastime of people watching.

Most people in this town were quite frankly, plain. I realize with bone chilling reality that I now was too.

A tall girl walks in with long golden blonde hair, she claims the attention of most eyes in the room, and she knows it. I watch her too, however not for the same reasons as the others. She struts towards her seat, which was sadly just in front of mine, as though we were all beneath her. It makes me angry.

Her eyes were blue, but mine were bluer.

Her teeth were straight, but mine were straighter.

Her hair was long, but mine was longer.

Her clothes were nice, but mine were nicer.

The only difference was, that I was now forced to keep that all hidden. She could flaunt her somewhat beautiful self around, but I couldn't. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so helpless.

A short girl with spiky black hair literally dances into the class and goes over to sit where the blonde sits. She looks just as pretentious as the blonde, but not as icy. I decide that I don't like those two, probably because they remind me of whom I was but couldn't be.

The second bell would ring in about thirty seconds and the seat beside me was still empty. Thank god. At least I would acquire some peace and quiet.

Clearly, I spoke too soon. Just as the bell rang, the door opened and in walked seven gorgeous hockey players. I realized with silent horror that the whole back row was empty.

Well, fuck. There goes my peace and quiet. I let my head rest on my desk, not bothering to look up when I feel someone sit on my right.

"Well, class. As most of you can see, we have a new student in our class,"

Oh, no. I slowly raise my head and straighten my back, meeting the teacher's eyes.

"Her name is Isabella Swan, and she's from Phoenix, so welcome her and be kind," he looks at me, smiles and makes a grand gesture with his arms. "Welcome to Forks, Bella."

The entire class turns to look at me. I feel about 25 pairs of eyes and meet them with a raised eyebrow of my own. A look of approval crosses over the tiny girl that sits beside the bitchy blonde. She grins and she turns around in her seat to face me.

"I'm Alice. Alice Cullen," she points towards the blonde, "This is Rosalie Hale, but you can call her Rose."

Rosalie interrupts.

"No, actually. You call me Rose."

"How about I call you bitch instead?" I offer sweetly.

Rosalie's eyebrows rise in surprise and a look of approval flashes through them for a quarter of a second. I'm met by boisterous laughter from my left side. It comes from a blonde boy that looks strangely like Rosalie.

"I'm Jasper Hale. Please excuse my rude little sister."

Rosalie sneers.

"Older by like two minutes."

"Still older, sister dearest." Jasper teases in a sing-song voice.

Alice interrupts their sibling squabble to continue her introductions.

"There, beside Jasper, is my older brother Emmett and beside you is my twin Edward."

Emmett gives me a wide smile and a childish wave. I can't help but smile and wave back, it's infectious. He was like a little child trapped in a bear-man's body. Really, he was huge.

I turn to my right to see the person who's been sitting beside me for the past couple of minutes. I'm met with a pair of brilliant green eyes. I feel a pang of remorse in my chest as I'm reminded of my best friend Charlotte. I let my eyes drift lazily up towards his face. Hmm. He's hot. His hair is some bizarre shade of caramel and bronze. He reminds me of Scarlett boyfriend Hunter.

"Hi, Isabella" he smiles and I take a mental picture.

"Bella. Just Bella." I grace him with my million-watt smile usually reserved to get me out of detention or jail. I don't let it show on my face, but I do a mental happy dance when I hear him breathe in sharply.

An annoyed voice cuts off our conversations.

"Hello, social club? Are you done? Would you like some coffee? Oh, excuse me Miss Hale; am I disturbing your conversation? Please forgive me but I've got a class to teach."

I snort in amusement and face the front of the class to give the professor my full attention.

"As I was saying, you all have a project to do. Rare thing though, this is a large group assignment. There are 26 of you, therefore there will be four groups of five and one group of six, no exceptions. You will do a thorough research on a influential family in the United States and further more you will write an extended opinion essay on their lifestyle. Do you approve or no? This project is worth 30% of your final grade and is due in two weeks-"

A collective groan and various uproars commence.

"No extensions and no excuses. Formulate your groups and send a team member to tell me the names. You have five minutes."

Alice turns around and looks at me expectantly.

"Bella, work with us? We can be the team of six!" I nod in approval, relieved that I now have the group issue out of the way.

Rosalie spins her chair around to face Edward and I as Jasper and Emmett move their chairs over as well. Alice dances back with a sheet in her hand.

"What's that?" Emmett asks while putting his arm around Rosalie.

"It's a list of the ten most influential family's in the US, we're supposed to pick our research topic from these."

"What are they?" Jasper asks curiously.

"Hmm. Well there's the Vanderbilt's, the Condor's, the De La Costa's, the Kassidy's, the Trumps, the Waldorf's, the Obama's, the Hathaway's, the Kent's and the Kennedy's. That's weird, I would've thought that the Obama's would be first … well anyway, I think we should pick the Vanderbilt's."

I purse my lips to hide me evident smirk. Oh how I wish I could claim my name.

"I don't like that family. They're a bunch of no good southern pricks."

I look up sharply towards the source of the nasally voice; a tiny girl with pale skin and dirty blonde hair. She looked like a cheap hooker and I had to literally bite my tongue to resist insulting her.

"Ditto," piped up a geeky looking Asian girl with long black hair. She looked as though she was trying to pull off that sexy librarian look. It wasn't working.

"We're doing the Condor's," boasted the hooker look a like. "Have you seen their son Christian? He's a b-a-b-e."

By this point I'm gripping the table to resist pulling on her dirty blonde extensions.

"It's funny that you should say that about the Vanderbilt's, Lauren, when you look like a try hard, failed Isabella Vanderbilt look-a-like," sneered Rosalie disdainfully.

Lauren blushes.

"I do not! I look ten times better than that much too rich spoiled brat, right Angela?"

The not-so-sexy sexy librarian nods vehemently.

Thankfully, the bell rings liberating me from losing too many brain cells in one period. Jessica was waiting for me outside in the hall, excitement evident on her face.

"OMG Bella! You're working with the Cullen's and the Hales ah you're so lucky."

"And pray tell, why am I so lucky?"

"Edwards the star player! Not to mention he's incredibly hunky and incredibly rich! But, he doesn't date." Jessica exclaims sadly. I raise my eyebrow and keep mental note of that information.

I rush out of my seat and towards my locker. I cross the halls towards my French class. Going towards my assigned seat, I'm relieved to see that I sit next to Jasper.

"Hey, Bella. You took French?"

"Yeah, I think it's a pretty cool language."

"Oui, moi j'aime manger les bicyclette."

I blink at him before bursting out into laughter.

"You just told me you like eating bicycles." I manage to say between laughs.

"Damn it. I thought Ratatouille taught me enough for this to be an easy A class."

I shake my head at him in disbelief.

The rest of the class goes by quickly, between Jasper and I's terrible but yet hilarious jokes.

I spend lunch with the Cullen's and the Hales, which apparently makes me some kind of living legend in this town, or whatever.

"So, Bella, why'd you move to Forks?"

Uh oh. Here it goes, I rehearsed this countlessly, taking a deep breath, I calm myself down.

"My mom remarried and wanted to travel with her new husband, so I decided to spend my Senior Year with my dad … that I had never met before recently."

"Damn. The scandalous life of the Chief of Forks," joked Emmett. Causing me to snort in dry amusement.

"So Bella, you can follow us home after the game and we can work on the project. You can stay for dinner."

I nodded at Alice and got up at the sound of the bell to go to my locker. I grabbed my History books and went to class. I had no one I knew in this class, so I used it to my advantage to process my day mentally and to take a little nap.

Finally, it's last period.

Time for PE; I walk up to the coach's office to introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm new? I'm Bella."

"Oh yeah. Here's your uniform. No jewellery that can get ripped off allowed."

I nod at him before grabbing the uniform and going into the changing room. I quickly realize that I have my tattoo and grimace. I change into the pale yellow tee shirt and then quickly slip on the ocean blue shorts, hoping that no one spotted a thing.

All the Cullen's and Hales are in my gym class.

Oh, joy.

I learn fast that the system in Forks is much different than elsewhere. The class quickly divided into two sides. The guys started playing floor hockey while the girls set mats down and started dancing to music. Jessica walked up to me with a smile.

"You must be confused. Over there on that side is for the dance team," I look over to where Alice, Rosalie and a couple of other girls were warming up. "The rest of us dance here. The difference is that they get the mirrors."

I frown. If I want to dance in front of the mirrors, nobody's going to stop me.

I start my own stretches off in a corner and put my earphones on. Hmm, I feel like dancing Burlesque style today. I put on 'Skin' by Rihanna and close my eyes letting myself drift off in the music. I could feel eyes on me as I rose to dance my piece. I ignored them.

I moved to the beat, just free-styling the whole thing. I opened my eyes to see myself in front of the mirror. Ignoring Jessica's warning, I kept dancing, using the mirror as a prop.

Don't worry baby, imma meet you halfway cause I know you wanna see me. Low hips, no shirt, no skirt all up in this just skin

Christian flashes in my mind and I begin to put more in my movements. My arms hurt from the force I put in my dance. I faintly see that Edward and most of the guys have stopped playing to watch me dance.

All in baby, don't hold nothing back.

My eyes lock with Edwards as I finish up my free-style. I slowly pull out my earphones and hear the distinct sound of applause.

"I didn't know you could dance like that," Rosalie stated blankly.

I raise an eyebrow at her tone.

"Bella, you have to try out for the dance team. We need someone like you! Please? It's on Thursday," begs Alice.

I giggle and tell her I'll think about it. Turning my music back on I let myself get lost in the world of dance.