A/N: Okay, so here is the thing: I really don't like this story. But I'm the type of person that needs to finish these things. So I'll update when I have time and try to shorten it up as much as possible. Thanks to those who are reading it! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. (Writing that sentence repeatedly is really getting on my nerves… Does anyone know if it's necessary or just a "good thing to do"?)

Bella Swan, Atlanta.

Wow... I hadn't thought that Swiss would be so... huge.

It was a Monday and hundreds of students were dwelling in and out of the large door that probably was the main entrance. Swiss had a bunch of old, classy buildings which either were the dorm rooms or the school itself. My old high school, Forks High, was about half as big as one of the buildings.

At the airport, a guide had thrown a bunch of teenagers together in a bus on its way to Swiss. I had been one of those teenagers. It looked like most of them were freshmen, except for a stunning blonde girl and me. All of us stood next to the bus, waiting for a guide to arrive and show us to our dorm rooms.

To be honest, Swiss was really starting to scare me. It wasn't only the buildings, but also the fact that everybody was tall, thin and beautiful.

Suddenly a tiny girl with clack, spiky hair walked up to me with a huge grin. Okay, so I might have to take back my statement about everybody being tall. "Hi, you're Isabella!" She stated enthusiastically.

"Um...Yes." Thanks for telling me who I am, I guess.

"We're going to be roomies!" She exclaimed, still overly enthusiastic. How did she know that, when the rest of us hadn't gotten any information at all? I asked her that, and she launched into an explanation that her brother, Edward, Edmund, or something, worked here. He was apparently someone very important.

She was somewhat funny. She'd fit perfectly as a pixie character in a book. I decided that I liked her – and not only because she was the first person talking to me.

Yet I felt a bit uncomfortable around her. I had never really had a real friend so it was hard for me to be relaxed with someone I barely knew. "What's your name?" I asked her.

"I'm Alice. How come someone like you came to Swiss?" She asked me bluntly. I winced at how she thought that I was not beautiful or thin enough to become a model. As if she read my thoughts, she quickly backtracked. "I mean, you don't seem as shallow as the other models I know."

"You know real models?" I gasped.

She giggled. "Of course, my brother always brings me to fashion shows." I smiled at her and told her that it sounded cool. She giggled again and launched into telling me tons of stories about snobby models and fashion designers I did not know. My knowledge to fashion designers was limited to Marc Jacobs and Gucci, so I didn't recognize many of the names she told me about.

When she finished one of her stories, I took the chance to ask her why she wanted to become a model. "I'm going to be a fashion designer so I thought that this would be cool."

I grinned at her and the earlier discomfort I felt around her disappeared. She was actually very nice and sweet. I suddenly knew that we were going to get along great.

A while later, two tall guys walked over to the whole group. Both of them were muscular and looked like models –obviously, we were at a model school. They introduced themselves and told us that they were going to be our new guides. They also told us to split up – the freshmen on one side, and new seniors on the other side.

Only one girl except Alice and me stood on our side. I had noticed the extremely beautiful blonde girl before, on the bus, and it wasn't a surprise that she was a senior. Instead of introducing herself, she simply glared at us. I gasped when her glare landed on me.

Her eyes were blue and it surprised me that they could contain so much hostility. She certainly wouldn't be one of my new friends, I was sure of that.

"You three are all seniors and will share the same room," explained one of the model guys to us. "Patrick here will show you the way to your room." He pointed towards the other model guy.

He did indeed start to lead us towards one of the big buildings. The silence between the three of us was exceptionally awkward, and I wouldn't be the one to break it. Patrick tried to explain some of the basic rules, but it was obvious that he had never explained them before.

Unfortunately, the building with our dorm room was also the one most far off. We already had had to cross all sorts of walking roads, and we'd have to cross a wide field eventually. I giggled as I tried to imagine ice-princess walking over it with her high heels. That earned me another one of her icy glares. Thank God, she didn't know what I was actually thinking – she didn't look like the violent type, but you could never know.

A long ten minutes later, we were finally outside the room we were going to share. Alice and I were excited and tried to muster up enough courage to open the door and see the room we were going to live in the following year. The other blonde girl, on the other hand, looked as bored as she could possibly be. She smashed open the door and immediately threw herself on the clearly nicest bed, next to the window.

"What's your name?" Alice asked her while we explored the room. I took the bed far away from the Ice Queen. Alice would probably be better at dealing with her than I would.

"Rosalie," she answered with a dangerously false sweet voice. "Don't call me Rose."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I muttered under my breath.

Rosalie narrowed her eyes, obviously having heard what I had muttered. Yet, she didn't say something mean back, like I had expected. Maybe she was too tired to start any trouble. Or maybe she was nice under that thick layer of hostility in her eyes. I'd vote on the first option.

All three of us started to unpack in silence. The atmosphere in the room was cold and tense. I intensively hoped that it would get better, or otherwise, this would be a tough year. The room was however really big and beautiful, even though it was a bit impersonal. At least we would have some space to avoid each other.

Someone had glued our schedules on one of the walls. Luckily, Alice and I had the exact same schedule. Rosalie had a few other classes in addition to ours, but hers was also similar to mine. That was… less fortunate.

"See you losers later!" Rosalie suddenly yelled and vanished through the door. Losers? Wow, she really overdid the whole be-nice-to-your-roommates thing.

Alice and I looked at each other. We obviously were thinking the same thing, because both of us said the same thing at the same time. "This is going to be a really weird year."

Well, that would require that we'd survive the officially first day in school tomorrow. Good luck? Yeah, I'd need it.