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Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed! Also, thanks to everyone who added me as a favorite author and this as a favorite story. I know a lot of you were wondering why I chose the lunch lady…how do you know I did? Maybe the lunch lady won't know about her…or maybe she will.

"I can explain," I began rushing to save my identity. "I came here to-"

"Thank you for paying Miss. Bella Swan." The lunch lady gave me a smile that said 'I'm in on it'.

"Um, Alice? Bring your family to the table."

Alice did as she was told and the Cullen's left the line to sit down.

"Wait...I don't understand do you or do you not know who I am?"

"I do know who you really are. I did before you swiped your card," she whispered so no other student would hear. But we were last in line, so nobody was next to me. Still, she took precautions. "My name is Sue Clearwater, your uncle, is a good friend of mine," she explained. (A/N: Bet you didn't see that coming!)

Wow. She knew Charlie. Well, that means my secret is safe. "You're Sue? Nice to meet you, Charlie has told me so much about you." Now that I knew who she was, I began to focus on her features. (A/N: I don't want to reread part of the books to see what she looks like, so I'm going to make it up.) She was fairly tan and had topaz eyes that had a childlike sparkle. She was petite and looked about five and a half feet.

"It's nice to meet you, too your highness." She smiled kindly at me.

I blushed. "Call me Bella."

"No problem," she said simply.

"Um, did Charlie tell you?" I asked wondering how she found out; though I was almost 100 percent sure it was him.

"Yes, of course. He was bragging how his sweet niece was flying in from Italy and how your name was Isabella, but you hated it and made everyone call you Bella. Then, since I am Italian myself, (A/N: I know she's not, but it works with the story.) I asked if you happened to be the Princess. Now, when I said that, Charlie didn't know what to do and just admitted it while looking down. I promised I wouldn't tell a soul, besides him and you, of course."

I flushed, again, for no particular reason. "Thank you for not telling."

"You're welcome. But I would get back to your friends, they look very anxious. You better come up with a good excuse why you shooed Alice away."

"I know."

And with that, I paid for my lunch-not the Cullen's this time-and walked to the table. I had sat down for only a second when I was bombarded with questions.

"Who was the lunch lady you were talking to?" Rosalie asked first.

"How did you know the lunch lady?" Jasper prodded for answers.

"What did she say?" Emmett said.

"What was that all about?" Edward asked.

I was so confused. Which person was I supposed to answer first?

"Why did you pay for us? And why did you send me away?" Alice demanded.

I decided to answer Alice. Her questions were the only ones I remembered. "I paid for you because you didn't have enough money Alice, duh!"

She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant. I could have charged it to our family's name. Then we would pay it off tomorrow or something. And why did you send me away? What are you hiding?"

"I didn't know you could charge it to the last name, it's my first day. I sent you away because you didn't need to stand there while I paid. I'm lot hiding anything." Liar, the voice in the back of my head shouted.

"Right, first day." She seemed to buy that part.

"But why did you send us all away? It doesn't make sense. We could have walked back with you," Rosalie pointed out.

"It didn't feel right to make you stay," I struggled for an acceptable explanation.

"It didn't matter," Alice said.

"Oh, well."

"One more thing," Jasper said.

"Yeah?"

"I was standing next to Alice in the line and say your face when she swiped your card. You turned pale like you just realized something horrible and were frantic to make us leave. Why is that? What are you hiding? Who are you?"

I gasped and quickly tried to cover it with a cough, failing miserably. They all looked at me expectantly.

"I, uh, well." I struggled for words, and then the perfect plan popped into my head. "Well, it wasn't my credit card. It was my brothers. I realized that once the color registered in my head, I barely noticed it. I was afraid the picture would pop up on the screen and I would get in trouble for using another person's card. So I explained to her that it was my brothers, but there was no need because the last name was the same," I lied smoothly. I didn't even have a brother, but it's not like they knew that.

"Oh, the never mind," Jasper looked down, ashamed. "Sorry."

I smiled. "It's fine."

I looked towards the rest of the Cullen's, besides Jasper, to see if they bought my lie. They did.

Next I turned to Edward and saw his emerald eyes flicker with confusion and hurt-probably because he figured I was lying because of our previous incident-and then he looked away.

The rest of the day I was extra careful not to do anything that could spoil my secret, they were still on to me and seemed to have a feeling that I was lying to them.

"Bella," a voice called from behind me. A male voice that sounded too confident and cocky.

I turned around. It was the blond, baby faced Mike Newton. "What?" I spat glowering, I was still angry at our last meeting.

He put his hands up in mock surrender, emphasis on the word mock. He was laughing. "I was coming here to apologize."

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows, not believing a word.

"Of course." He grinned, but it was no match for Edward's dazzling crooked smile.

"Well? Are you going to say sorry or not?" I tapped my foot in impatience. I left walking to my car with the Cullen's to talk to this perv so he better apologize.

"I'm sorry."

I didn't buy it. I was told Mike was a complete player and would stop at nothing to get a girl. In this case, he was trying to get me. This was just a game for him, he didn't really care.

"I doubt that," I said smirking.

He walked over to me until he was standing right next to me. "Why don't I prove it to you over a dinner and fun sleepover at my house?"

I gagged and stepped away from him. "What is your problem? I DO NOT WANT TO DATE YOU! Understand? You make me sick! Good bye." I stomped to my car, fuming.

"Stupid Newton," I muttered angrily. "I should never have tried public schools, it was an okay experiment. Dumb, perverted boys. I wonder if there will be talk if I drop out today…" I mumbled on an on as I walked to my car.

"What was that about dropping out?" asked a familiar velvety voice.

Oh my God, I thought. Please not be who I think it is. Crossing my fingers I faced the voice to see, sure enough, Edward Cullen. "I, um…uh. How much did you hear?"

"Just the part about dropping out of the sunny, not at all rainy, Forks High School." He smiled.

I laughed. "I was only mad that Newton bothered me again."

"Really?" Edward growled clenching his fists.

I quickly said, "Its fine, I think he got the message this time." As much as I hated Newton after one day, I didn't want him to die. I wasn't that cruel.

Edward relaxed, but I didn't understand why. It's not like we were together or anything, we were just friends. "Are you sure? I could get Emmett…"

"I'm sure." I was terrified about what Emmett was capable of doing.

"Okay. Come on, let's go."

I nodded and we walked to our cars. When we arrived we were met with the rest of his family, who were looking slightly nervous. "Hey guys. What's up?" I asked smiling.

"Bella, are you doing anything tonight?" Rosalie asked cautiously, as if she was unsure of what she was asking me or was terrified to.

I quickly scanned my mental calendar. Nothing came to mind except homework and stuff. "No." I said.

"Do you want to come to our house for a sleepover? There will be parental supervision."

"Don't we have school tomorrow?"

They all laughed. "Tomorrow is a holiday, there's no school." Alice explained. (A/N: I don't know what holiday, so don't ask. I just said that so the sleepover thing would work.)

"So, are you in?" Rosalie asked.

Her face looked so unsure, so scared I just couldn't say no. Not that I would, anyway. "I'd love to. What should I bring? Pizza? Drinks?"

They all smiled. "Nothing, we've got everything you need."

"You sure? What about cookies? Or popcorn? Or…" I was desperate; I didn't want to be a bad guest. It was in the princess handbook to always bring something, but wait…technically Bella Swan isn't a princess so I don't need to. But it still felt wrong not bringing something.

"Cookies!" Emmett explained and Rosalie smacked him on the back of the head.

"Ignore him," she said glaring at Emmett who was still trying to figure out what he did wrong.

I grinned, I would bring cookies. "Cookies it is. When should I be at your house?"

They all looked at each other as if they were speaking without words.

"Why don't you follow us there? Our house is in the woods so you might get lost," Edward's velvety voice explained.

"Oh. Right. Don't I have to get clothes or something? And the cookies. I have like twenty at home. I need to grab those." I remembered that I saw Charlie bought a package of chocolate chip cookies and put it into the pantry.

They looked puzzled and didn't know what to do. "Wait, I got it!" Jasper exclaimed while leaning on the silver Volvo. "Why don't we follow you home, you get the stuff you need like clothes and the cookies and etc., then you follow us to our house?"

"Good idea," I remarked. "Let's do that."

So we all got into our cars-I found out the Volvo was Edward's and the M3 was Rosalie's, the rest left theirs at home-and drove to my house. There I grabbed the cookies, my clothes and toiletries and stuffed them into my duffel with the words 'Swan' on it, for my last name. Leaving Charlie a note and a instructions on how to microwave his dinner I quickly called him and explained my whereabouts and then ran to my car and followed them to their house.

Edward didn't lie; his house was in the woods, deep in the woods. I would have been driving in circles for hours if I attempted to get there on my own, even with my GPS.

When we arrived at his house, I was blown away. House was putting it lightly, they had a mansion. The architecture was a beautiful Italian style; I only knew that since that was the style of some buildings back home. For some reason the style seemed even more familiar than just seeing it a few times, it seemed like I saw this style daily.

I pulled my car into their garage and hopped out to see their nice stash of cars. There was two Mercedes', a black hummer, Edward's Volvo, Rosalie's M3, a yellow 911 Turbo Porsche and a red Ferrari. I learned that the Hummer was Emmett's-go figure-the Porsche was Alice's, the Ferrari was Jasper's and the two Mercedes' were their parents'.

I whistled. "Nice."

Edward chuckled.

"Let's go inside, Esme made pizza. It's homemade," Alice chirped.

Esme. Esme. Esme. Why was that name so familiar. Esme Cullen. That name rang a bell, but from where? I know I heard that name before. While I was pondering how I knew their mother, we all followed the pixie into the kitchen and sat down where the slices of pizza were places elegantly on glass plates. We all dug in hungrily.

"This pizza is great!" I said to no one in particular.

"Why thank you," said female voice from behind me. I turned to see a familiar woman with curly, caramel hair and topaz eyes. She was petite and wore a motherly grin.

"You're welcome," I replied kindly.

"I'm Esme Cullen," she stuck her hand out. "Just call me Esme."

"Nice to meet you Esme. I'm new to town, my names Bella Swan." I shook her hand.

I saw her whole body tense when I said 'Bella Swan'. Her topaz eyes looked into mine with more of awe and surprise instead of kindness.

"Bella Swan?" Even her voice, you could tell, was filled with awe. "Chief Dwyer's niece?"

I nodded and blushed. "Yes."

Her forehead creased like she was trying to place me, then it was replaced with a smile. "Welcome to Forks."

"Thanks. By the way, I love your house. The Italian architecture is gorgeous."

Esme's eyes widened and she gasped. "Thank you. I designed it myself. How did you know it was Italian?"

"My mom likes Italian architecture." That was part of it, my mom was obsessed, but I did lie to an adult. It made me feel a little sick inside. My mom even had a personal architect, but she only designed things in the summer as she lived somewhere in Washington State. Her name was…

Oh my God. Esme. Her name was Esme. The Cullen's mother was my architect. I, well my family, supplied their lived. The sick feeling got a little worse. What will they do when they realize my mom has the power to fire theirs, not that I would let her? I've known Esme since I was little and my mom hired her, she was so nice.

I gasped. "Esme Cullen?" I said her name with more meaning.

She gasped, too. "What? How? Why?"

I could tell I had a lot of explaining to do. I faced the Cullen's-well the kids. "Excuse us; we have to talk Italian architecture. It will only take a second." I walked into the next room with Esme on my heels.

"What are you doing here, Princess?"

I ignored her. "Did you know? When Charlie bragged about his niece coming to Forks, did you know then? I know you and my mom are close, so did you know?" Charlie was a bragger; I never visited often so it was a big deal when I did.

"I had an idea, but I didn't think it was you or you would come. Why are you here?"

"I wanted to be normal and I decided Forks was a good place to experiment."

She nodded, understanding. "And did you know it was me, when they told you their names?"

"Of course not, the name was familiar but I didn't think of any relation. You never mentioned kids."

She smiled. I told your mother, I didn't think it mattered to you. You were only twelve at the time. Though you were their ages, I didn't want them to get caught up in the world of fame and fortune."

I laughed. "You're filthy rich, Esme."

She laughed, too. "You know what I meant."

"Don't tell anybody this, but I'm not planning to go back to Italy for a while. I want to graduate here."

"I promise. But, can you tell them one day?" By them, she meant her children.

"Of course."

She smiled. "You better get back to the party. And be sure to call your mother and tell her you ran into me and that I say hello and hope to see her next summer."

"Got it."

Then, she walked up their winding staircase while I walked back into the kitchen.

Judging on their faces-which were bursting with confusion-I think I should of went with Esme. I was not ready to tell them now.

And that's the end of chapter eight. I hope you liked it. Be sure to review until your fingers hurt. LOL. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

BTW this was 13 pages in Microsoft word, so this wasn't short at all. I was thinking about getting into the romance with Edward and Bella soon…

Also, the fact Esme's their architect is NOT their secret. Anyone want to guess the Cullen's big secret?

I will help you a little.

It is not that Esme's the Swan's architect. That is a minor secret. The Cullen kids don't know that.

It is not that they are adopted. That is another minor detail. Also, there will be a twist on the adopted thing. Anyone want to guess which one isn't adopted? Four are adopted, one is their real child.

It is not that they are vampires or any type of mythical being. Everyone is human.

Think hard, it's not that difficult to find out. Or maybe not to me because I thought of it…

You'll have to wait more chapters (idk how many) until you find out! Review, review, review!

Love, Ally