Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!

Those of you, who reviewed and added this story to their favorites, thank you so much! I love you all! I know I'm so mean for leaving you all at a huge cliffy, but I wanted to put some suspense into the story. I know it's not as long as the last one, but it's not that short. So, here is the next chapter.

Previously:

I sang the song perfectly hitting every note. Then I remembered who my audience was and that I should have sang badly.

I am dead.

I hesitantly looked at Ms. Miller praying she didn't recognize my voice from any performances I did as Princess Isabella Marie Swan, if she watched them, that is.

Ms. Miller's mouth was wide open and her eyes bugged out of her head.

"How was that?" I asked shyly, trying to keep my voice as far from melodic as I could.

"Bella, that was…" She couldn't finish her sentence.

Drat. That meant it was too good. This is just great. My life as Bella Swan is officially over and it barely lasted a day.

"I can explain," I began.

"Where did you learn to sing like that?" Ms. Miller exclaimed. "I've never heard anyone sing like that who wasn't a professional!"

I blushed. Then, I realized what she said. She had no idea who I was, besides being Bella Swan. That meant my secret was safe. Relief washed over me and I relaxed.

"Well, I've been taking singing and dancing lessons since I was seven," I said. It wasn't a lie; I had been taking those lessons since I was seven.

"You are a marvelous singer. You should honestly record some songs, I know I'd by them," Ms. Miller smiled.

I managed a smiled back at her. She had no idea what would happen if I recorded a song as Bella Swan.

People would recognize my voice.

I would probably be sued for using my own voice.

I would have to reveal my secret of being Isabella Marie Swan.

My normal life would be over.

I decided to keep my cool and kindly refuse. "Oh. Thanks. Well, I don't know about recording."

"You should think about it. Right, class?" Ms. Miller turned to the class, which included the Edward, Rosalie, Emmet, Alice, and Jasper.

The class nodded.

"See? Tell me you'll consider it."

I was taken aback. Nobody told me what to do, ever. That order struck a nerve and I struggled to not yell at the teacher. She was nice, but didn't know when to stop. "I think I'm good." I said firmly, and then returned to my seat next to Alice.

Once I sat down, the pixie attacked me. "OMG!" she whisper yelled grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. "Where did you learn to sing like that? I know you said lessons, but that was freaking amazing!!!"

I blushed and looked down. "I practice a lot."

"Hell, yeah you do!"

I turned to see Emmet with a goofy grin on his face.

"When you're famous, I want tickets," He cheered and waved his hands in the air then began chanting my name.

I giggled thinking how I had already had concerts, but I couldn't tell them that.

"I want backstage passes," Jasper piped up from the other side of Alice.

Rosalie nodded. "Me, too."

For the rest of class I listened to Emmet begging for tickets to a Bella Swan concert. It took both me and Rosalie to explain to the guy that I wasn't famous and there was no concert.

Lie. I was famous and I have concerts. But they didn't know that.

As we were exiting first period, a baby faced blonde boy stopped me. "Hi!" He said in a cheerful voice. A little too cheerful.

"Hello," I answered politely trying to walk away.

He blocked my path to the door.

"Can I help you?" I asked looking him in the eye.

"I'm Mike Newton."

Hm. So his name was Mike.

"Well, Mike. Move now. I'm going to be late."

"What to do you have next?"

"Trig."

"Cool. I'm heading that way, want to walk with me? I could give you a tour."

He was beginning to freak me out.

"No thanks." I tried yet again to push past him, but he wouldn't let me through. I was getting really annoyed and I was going to explode.

"I insist." He put his arm around my shoulder, and that was the last straw.

"Get off of me you moron!" I screeched. "What the hell is your problem? What part of 'No' do you not understand?"

"Come on babe, don't be this way."

"BABE? DID YOU JUST CALL ME THAT!!???" Newton was so dead.

I lifted up my foot and kicked him with my 3 inch heels-with immense force-in balls.

"AHH!" Newton screamed in agony.

I lifted him by his shirt and slammed him into the nearest wall. "You touch me one more time I will personally call my uncle, the chief of police here, and have you arrested. And I will do it."

And with that I let go of his shirt and he crumpled to the floor.

Turning around, I saw there were witnesses.

A girl ran up to me. She was fairly tall and blonde. "OMG! Are you okay? I would never have the guts to do that to Mike."

"Well, I had a good excuse."

"I'm Jessica Stanley, by the way."

I smiled. "I'm Bella."

Jessica's eyes flickered to the fallen Mike. "Gosh, I hate him but he's so cute."

"I've seen better."

Then her eyes turned worried. "You should leave. Like, now. You're probably going to get in trouble, but just say he sexually harassed you on your first day. If they don't listen, say you'll sue or get your uncle involved."

I nodded seriously. "What do you have next?"

"Trig," She replied.

"Me, too. How do we get there?"

She laughed. "Follow me."

I think Jessica could be a good friend.

Together, we walked out of the room and into the halls when I was met with a pair of concerned green eyes.

"Bella, are you alright? What took you so long to leave the room?"

I couldn't answer. His eyes had me in a trance. They were pools of shining emeralds that smoldered mine refraining me from answering. But, I managed to get out one word. "Newton."

Edward's eyes widened and he dashed into the room. A second later I heard laughter, and Edward emerged from the room. "Nice. I wish I would have done that."

I smiled. "Be my guest."

"Trig next?" He asked.

"Yeah, so does Jessica." I gestured to the girl next to me.

"Hello, Jessica." Edward was so polite.

"H-hi."

I guess I'm not the only one who was dazzled by Edward Cullen. And on that note we all headed to Trig, meeting up with Alice and Rosalie on the way. They both loved the story on how I kicked Mike. Serves him right.

And that was the end. REVIEW!!! REVIEW! REVIEW!!! Constructive criticism welcomed! I will get two more chapters, or more, by the end of this week. (That's next Sunday.)

Love,

Ally