Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!

Thanks for reviewing (The people who did). About Charlie being her uncle, I didn't want him as her father because he didn't seem the royalty type. He's just too…not royalty. I love the car, too! I saw it on Google when I was looking for cool sports cars for Bella to drive and fell in love with it. Your right, Charlie should be banned from the kitchen! I will definitely keep going with this story, I love writing it!

Well…here's the chapter! Again, sorry it's short. State testing this week and I'm stressed.

I awoke the next morning to my pink alarm clock buzzing like a bee. "Five more minutes," I mumbled to nobody burying my head into a pillow. Then, I realized what tomorrow was; my first day at Forks High School. My first day as a normal kid.

With that in mind I jumped out of my comfortable bed and ran to my closet. I searched through my closet to find the perfect outfit. In the end I picked out a pair of blue skinny jeans with a purple v-neck tank-top, my brand new-it's not even in stores yet-3 inch blue heels and my favorite coach purse. It was perfect.

Checking myself out in the mirror, I sighed. The outfit itself was amazing, but I ruined it. With my boring chocolate eyes, dull mahogany hair and pale skin I didn't do the clothes justice. These clothes should be on a platinum blonde, stick skinny model, not me, plain Jane. Oh well. Nothing I could do about my looks. Or maybe I could do something. I raced to my pink makeup kit and began quickly, but carefully, applying light makeup on my face. I first put on my blush, to make my own blush look smaller and to make me less pale. Next I applied my signature smoky eye. I finished my makeover with a light shade of glossy pink lip gloss.

Admiring myself in the mirror, I smiled. Now I fit the outfit a little better, I thought. With another smile, I flew down the stairs to eat breakfast. On the fridge I saw a note from Charlie:

Bella,

Went to work. I will be back around 6. Behave and try to blend in. We don't need the U.S. paparazzi knocking on the door. Don't forget the contacts!!!

Love,

Charlie

I giggled. It was so Charlie to worry about me blowing my cover on my first day. Lucky for us, I made myself a checklist to make sure I go through before I leave the house:

Contacts on

No royal jewelry or clothing that I had worn on TV or that had any type of media attention besides just being caught roaming around the cities like a normal person

Putting the note in my purse, in case I forgot where he was, I opened the refrigerator and took out cream cheese and orange juice. Then I went to the pantry and took out a cinnamon raisin bagel.

Spreading the cream cheese on my soft bagel, I began to fantasize on my first day and all of the friends I would make as me, Bella, not as Princess Isabella Marie Swan. Silently munching on my breakfast, I glanced at the clock to find I have a measly 15 minutes before I had to get to school.

Jumping out of the hard wooden chair, I grabbed my ivory Coach purse, my brown Abercrombie backpack and ran out of the house locking the door behind me. Unlocking the door to my golden yellow Lamborghini Embolado I climbed in and landed comfortably on my black leather seats. Breathing in the new car smell I smiled. The people who brought my baby here didn't, thank God, change the smell of it. I just got this car a month ago and I was completely in love with every aspect of it. I loved the ebony seats, the golden exterior and the smooth driving. My favorite part was the one way windows. I could see out but if you're standing outside of my car, you can't see in. It was perfect for my hectic life.

I put the key in ignition and it purred to life. I smiled devilishly knowing exactly how I would make it to school on time. Zooming out of the driveway, I slammed my foot on the gas pedal and began my short and fast drive to Forks High School. I was going to arrive in style, as a princess always should.

Cruising through the deserted streets in Forks I somehow didn't get caught by police. Charlie probably warned them that it was his niece in the yellow Lamborghini going well over one hundred miles an hour.

"Arriving at Forks High School on your left," said my GPS in its usual, robotic voice.

With a deep breath I sped up spun my steering wheel left into the parking lot. Performing a perfect 360 my car miraculously wasn't close to hitting any of the students or cars in the lot and slid directly into an open spot. Removing my key from ignition, I turned my GPS off and grabbed my backpack out from the passenger seat.

"Okay, Bella," I muttered to myself. "It's your time to shine. It's your time to show the world, or not show the world, that you can stand on your own and don't need the mantle of your birth to get you places. I took another deep breath and analyzed my feelings.

I didn't feel defenseless like some do when they are alone and in a new place, I felt whole somehow. Like I truly belonged here. Sitting in my car, I felt like I was meant to be here, like this was what I had waited my whole life for. And it was.

Glancing through my window, I realized my mistake. And how many lies I was going to have to tell.

I was sitting in a Lamborghini; the Lamborghini Embolado. I was in a sports car while everyone else had regular, inexpensive cars. Great. I stuck out like a sore thumb, just what I didn't want to do. Oh, well. I'll deal. I guess I will say that I come from a rich family and nothing more.

Suddenly, I saw a silver Volvo pulling into the lot on the right of me and a cherry red M3 on my right. Smiling, I saw that there happened to be another wealthy family here, too. So my car wouldn't stick out that much. But it was still the best car here by far.

It was now or never. I either got out of my car along with the other rich kids or sat in here like an idiot. I chose to get out with the rich kids.

Sliding my Chanel sunglasses on I unlocked my car door and stepped outside at the same time as the other kids.

I know I'm mean for leaving it at a sort of cliffy, but I don't know EXACTLY how to continue. I have a bunch of ideas, but I need to narrow it down. I will have a new chapter up in a couple of days. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! You know you want to! So, click the button. Constructive criticism welcomed.

Love, Ally