A/N: Okay I can't help it WE MIGHT HAVE A SNOW DAY TOMORROW!!! And I'M MAKING MUFFINS!!! Blueberry is very good in my tummy I can't wait until they're done. If you want I'll send you one. Don't worry I'm in the FBI I know where you live. Haha! MICHELLE IS CRAZY! And yes I went there girlfriend. Esta show with must go on with! Oh and this starts where we left off in chapter nine.

Bella POV

I could tell right away she was related to James. She had the same face with the same vivid green eyes James first had. She also had the same beautiful dark brown color hair, but hers was perfectly straight. The only difference between the two was their height (James is shorter) and their skin color (This lady was more tan) and maybe the age. This surprised me because so far I hadn't seen anyone that even looked remotely like James.

The lady helped me to my feet and said, "Hi I'm Rachel Brown, the grand master of the misfits' hotel." She had a smile on her face though it was no where near as big or sincere as James'.

"Bella Swan, grand master of the clumsiness army." She laughed at that.

"So who are you friends with, Liddie, or Sobe? Oh wait you must be Pete's new girlfriend! Oh, I must be embarrassing him right now." I blushed crimson at the thought of being Pete's girlfriend.

"Actually I'm a friend of James'. She invited me to come over." She looked staggered. A look of pure shock washed over her face.

"Oh, well what a nice surprise I really hope you two have fun." She tried to sound normal as she turned and walked up the stairs, while I continued downstairs to where James had run off to.

I saw her standing outside her door.

"We still have one room left in the tour, the room where you'll be staying. Which also happens to be my room."

She paused at her door with her hand reaching for the doorknob and looked at me with a somber face.

"I forgot to tell you something before." She paused and looked me in the eye, "Books make me puke" we entered her room to see two walls filled with books. "That's why I'm bulimic."

I laughed my head off until I chocked on my spit. I couldn't believe that she had said all of that with a straight face. As soon as I had started laughing she had too probably harder than me.

After I finished I took a better look around the room. Besides the book walls there was a big armchair, a bunk bed, a dresser, a TV, and a closet. The room was all purple.

"Oh my god, my sides hurt so bad. And my throat is on fire!" I didn't know laughing could be such a workout.

We both went upstairs to get something to drink. I was surprised to only find the Browns sitting around the table.

It seemed as though James could read my mind when she asked, "Where'd everybody go?"

"They all had sports or their parent wanted them home. Come sit by me I'll get you both some tacos." Pete patted a chair that was next to him as he got up.

The chatter had already started and when our food arrived in front of us it only seemed to take off more as just about everyone competed for Rachel's attention. The food was delicious I don't think I could have made anything as scrumptious as this was.

"Who made this?"

"Oh Pete is a really good cook. He won't let any of us cook anything without his eagle eyes." You could tell James loved having Peter for a brother.

We kept eating and talking until everyone had finished and the dishes were washed.

"Okay everyone time to pick a number!" Rachel yelled for no reason and for a reason I didn't know.

Immediately Isobel and Lydia called out their picks, which were "Four!" and "Twenty-one!"

When Rachel looked at them Pete said "eight" and James said "nineteen".

I didn't know how long Rachel looked at me before I finally got the hint and said, "Oh, um thirteen?" I gave a shrug. I had no idea what the numbers were for and apparently no one felt compelled to tell me.

After supper I went out to my car, and with some help from James I moved all of my stuff in. It was funny even with two people living in it the room looked like it belonged in a library or to Abraham Lincoln.

James and I talked more about each other's lives until she fell asleep. I wondered how I would like living here. It seemed to me that only Pete thought highly of James; the only time the others talked to her was when they wanted to chew her out for something.

Everything is this town seemed to be crazy. How many places have teachers that forge documents for runaways? How many places had teen geniuses that didn't go to college? And how many places had people like James being snubbed by their own family? This town was crazy but it was growing on me. I actually couldn't wait to go to school tomorrow even though the tour was boring.

Then I found a CD player and fell asleep to my lullaby. After all old habits do die hard.

The next week was kind of repetitive I woke up to the hubbub of everyone trying to be on time. Went to school, came home, did my homework, hung out with James and Pete, ate supper then went to bed with Edward's CD playing.

No matter how repetitive it was I was having fun. I really started to feel like part of the family. What I didn't realize was that I had forgotten something.

A/N: Huh-ho cliffy! I know it's short I just wanted to get it out on time and I'm really busy with stupid HISTORY DAY! I'll try to have longer ones this weekend. Oh my god ACID REFLUX DISEASE SUCKS ASS!!! Just wanted to vent there my throat really hurts bad now! Urg I got to go tell the aliens (meaning my sister. No she REALLY is one!) about the Boston Tea Party! Bleck!

Andie