Forks, Washington. Bella Swan.

00:47, the digital clock on my desk shone teasingly.

Was it designed to disturb me?

'I wanna be a billionaire...' My alarm clock rang. I shut it down violently.

I had tried everything that could have possibly worked. Looking down at my notebook, I realized that I had only written about half the page full. The empty, white part of the page almost looked smug.

Who was I kidding? I had been sitting here in my bed for almost six hours. I couldn't be a writer. I'd never be able to write a book in this pace. Writing a book was my highest dream.

I even had a complete story figured out, detail for detail. A girl, Evelina Fabes, wanted to get rid of her job as a model. Though that appeared to be impossible; no matter how much she acted like a diva, how much she ate, her managers thought she was a supermodel. Not just a model – the single hottest model in Europe. She had to figure out a plan quickly, before they asked her to go on the catwalk with Victoria's secret – which she wouldn't be able to refuse to do.

But, no matter how well thought the idea was, I had no idea where to start. It was a complete Mission Impossible, from Forks in Washington.

I was supposed to sleep now; Charlie, my over-protective dad, didn't like me staying up this late. I got an idea, as I turned on my incredibly slow computer.

'How to learn to be a model' I searched. 10 56 43 2 hits? Whoa! I scanned past the first results, boring comments on MySpace. And... Hit!

Swiss Modeling High school – learn how to model. It was the exact thing that my main character Evelina would hate. It would be perfect for the book. I continued reading, and it just sounded better and better. Maybe it would be perfect for me, too?

Even I realized that writing required real life experienced – something I wouldn't get at Forks High.

Okay, I could wait a couple of weeks with writing if Charlie would let me start on Swiss. More importantly, if he let me move to Atlanta... Writing career, here I come!

Although there might be a few details that I hadn't quite figured out – me, the clumsiest person on earth, couldn't possibly be a model. Or could I?

That morning, I approached Charlie before he went to work. He was the police chief. He sat silently and ate his sandwich.

"Good morning, Cha...Dad!" I cheered happily. Maybe too happily, because he instantly looked suspicious. He knew me too well, even though he barely knew which color that was my favorite.

"Good morning, Bells," he nodded at me.

"I've been thinking..." I started but trailed off. I'd been thinking? Well duh, the worrying thing would have been if i hadn't been thinking. "You know… I always wanted to be a model, and my mother supported me." That wasn't true, but Charlie didn't need to know that.

"No, I actually didn't know that," he said wryly, probably thinking about my clumsiness. That, mixed with me wearing sweatshirts and being very shy, made me to the most non-model girl in history.

Although I made an extra effort today. I washed and straightened my long, brown hair. I wore my tightest, blue jeans together with a blue t-shirt. I even put some make-up on!

"Yes, I'd love to be a model. I know I'm clumsy, but they have schools where they could teach me how to be a perfect model." I gave Charlie my best smile. He didn't look convinced. I wasn't a very good liar, in fact, I had no idea how to lie.

"They would?" Charlie asked in a unhappy tone. He must have already guessed what turn the conversation would take. Time to persuade...

"They are exactly like real high schools, the only difference is that they learn modeling on a few classes too. And when they graduate, they always get jobs in catalogues. I'm sure that I would love it, daddy."

"Oh," Charlie muttered. "Where is this school?"

"It's in Atlanta, Georgia. But they have dorm rooms, neither the school nor the rooms are expensive," I said and saw Charlie's face pale. I almost heard him thinking about me leaving Forks. "Daddy, please, this is what I really want. Can't I at least sent the school website to your email so that you can check it out? I've already emailed mum, and she said that it was a great idea."

Charlie hesitated and then nodded. He would like to spend more time with a woman he was dating, who was called Sue. And if mum agreed to it, he would do so too. Perfect!

That was the story of how I a few weeks ago decided to go to Swiss Modeling High School. That was also explaining how I now was sitting on a plane, on my way to Georgia.

This would be interesting. Remind me again why I wanted this?

Stupid Bella!