Atlanta, on a bus. Rosalie Hale.

'I tek the next shot of tequila. The vibes tonight yea so sweet ya, I mon spot this sweet senorita'

I shut down my ipod with a loud sigh. Whichever music I played, it couldn't get me in a good mood today. Normally, I'd listen to anything upbeat, and I'd be happy. I loved music, almost so much that I would die without it. Or definitely be miserable. I guessed that today wasn't normally.

I sighed again, looking out trough the dirty bus window. Tree, grass, car, tree, grass, car, person. Boring. Just as my ipod, the book I brought with me on this trip, and every single person on the bus.

An hour was left of the godforsaken bus trip. In an hour I'd be attending a different school, having a new life – a life that wouldn't be as screwed up as my last one. I was on my way to the magnificent Swiss Modeling High school; the same school my mother graduated from, before everything became complicated.

I'd never considered attending there, until about a year ago. Now it was my highest dream. I had my whole life figured out. I'd graduate from Swiss, be a catwalk model, and earn tons of money. I'd reach everything my mother didn't reach.

Swiss was my ONLY shot. I wasn't good at anything else, except math. And math wasn't so important. Seriously, I wouldn't want my body on a supermarket as a cashier, and I wasn't much worth except that.

'Mirror, mirror, on the wall. They call me stuck up, but I'm not at all. Never mind, I am' my phone rang Christina Aguilera's song Vanity. I reserved that ring tone especially for my mother. It just fitted her so well. Not in a good way, I admitted that.

"It's Rosalie Hale," I answered, trying to be the polite and nice daughter that my mother always wished she had. I snorted internally, good luck with that.

"Hi honey! I'm calling because I've just gotten off the phone with Swiss Modeling School. You're going to be in room 302 with two other girls," I heard the chirpy voice of Lillian Hale. Here she goes with the stalking, I thought, full with amusement.

"How nice," I said. What I actually wanted to say was, 'you must've had a bunch of spare time, you know, not having a life and all'.

"I wonder what your roommates will be like. Make sure to be nice and polite to them, show them that even though you are more worth, you treat them with respect," Lillian tried –and failed- to give me some useful advice.

Yeah, dear mother, because it worked so well when you tried it?

"Mhmm... Look, Lillian, I'm a bit busy." Please let me hang up, please just let me hang up...

"What are you doing? You won't arrive until an hour and ten minutes, we can talk until then." Oh, of course, I'd love to talk about your miserable life and your cheating boyfriends who are using you as a puppet.

"Someone's calling on the other line," I lied.

"You don't have other lines, sweetie. You must've heard wrong." Oh, c'mon! Give me a break! The easiest way to describe Lillian was to use the word superglue.

"I don't know, but I'd like to talk to the person sitting next to me, so it you don't mind..." Even more lies, made specially for the purpose of getting Lillian to back off. I glanced at the man sitting next to me on the bus, only to see that he stared openly at my boobs. Perverted creep. He was fat, bald and looked like the typical bus driver type. That type was about a thousand years old and hadn't showered since then either. Euuw!

I definitely didn't want to talk to him. I kicked his chair to make him look above my chest. It didn't work.

"Oh, is it a boy? Can I talk to him? Is he cute?" Lillian fired off a bunch of annoying questions. Of course, she thought that I was talking with a boy – that was what she would have done.

I had to collect all my will power not to hiss at her. Peace and tranquility, Rose. "Lillian, I'd like to get some sleep now. You can call me when I'm settled in as Swiss," I said and then finally hung up, not even waiting for her response.

Bus-driver-type grinned at me, clearly waiting for me to begin talking to him.

"Don't even THINK of it", I murmured loud enough for him to hear. The look on his face was priceless.

Ha! The trip might have not started well, but it started to brighten up.

Freedom, sweet freedom.