Bella's POV

When, I arrived in Jacksonville, my mom was already there, waiting for me. Beaming, she threw her arms around me right away. "Oh, Bella, honey, I haven't seen you in such a long time…"

I gathered my bags and walked to the front of the airport with my mom. I looked around for the old, ratty Toyota she drove. I didn't see it anywhere. But instead, I saw a long, sleek, shiny black limousine waiting at the curb. "Renee, look! Someone's got a limo!"

"Bella," she said, smiling, "Phil is a very successful baseball player, and he gets paid very well now."

I gaped at this news for a second. It… The limo was ours? Phil? My stepdad? Successful? I had never seen him, I only knew that my mom had gotten married to him. Successful, I hadn't known.

Renee grinned at my expression. "Let's go home."

After a good twenty minutes winding around the side of a hill, we pulled up to a huge mansion. Damnnnn! Phil and Renee got it made!

Then, the driver came around and opened the door and helped us out. Renee said "Welcome to your new home, Bella."

I gaped at it. I was just standing there looking at the huge house in front of me.

"Well, Bella, are you just going to stand there or come into the house and meet everybody?"

"Everybody?"

"Yeah. The maid, the butler, the cook, the stylist, the personal trainer, and Phil," she replied.

I grinned and walked up the marble steps. Renee pushed the door open.

"SURPRISE!"

I was so shocked that I dropped my purse. I walked in the house and there was a huge banner hanging in the living room that read 'Welcome home, Bella!'

A bunch of people were standing under it, cheering.

I was so touched by the simple display, that I began to tear up.

"You did this for me? Thank you so much! I love you—"

A kind-looking middle-aged man, who I assumed was Phil, walked up and gave me a huge bear hug. "Welcome Bella! I'm glad to finally get to meet you. I have heard lots of things about you."

"Well, I'm guessing you're Phil. And it is very nice to meet you, too," I said with a smile.

Renee cut in, "Bella, baby, let me introduce you to everyone else," she began, "This is Kim, the stylist. This is Pierre, the cook. This is Phillip, the personal trainer. This is Michael, the butler. Last but not least, this is Mary, our maid."

Kim was beautiful. She had dark, brown skin with short dark brown hair framing her face. Her big brown eyes glittered with happiness and she waved at me excitedly. Pierre was young, fine chef. He had short dark blonde hair that was spiked up in a quiff and he had light grey-blue eyes. He smiled comically at me and widened his eyes to match. I giggled.

Phillip was adorable. He had dark brown, almost black hair with really dark brown eyes to match. His brown eyes had flickers of hazel in them though and it caused his eyes to have the melting look to them. Michael had really, really light blonde hair with electric blue eyes. He eyes seemed to literally light up or electrify any and everything. He smiled largely at me before going back to talking to Phil once again.

Mary was really petite. She had blonde hair that seemed to darken as the length went on. Her hazel eyes fluttered around, taking in everything before smiling at her with a small, shy smile and ducking her head before fiddling with her thumbs.

I walked to each and every one of them and shook everyone's hands and smiled at them. Mom grabbed my hand and smiled. "Bella, honey, let's go upstairs and see your room. We got it designed specially by a famous interior decorator."

Excited, I followed her up the spiral staircase. She led me to this room that had a gold plate on the wooden door that read 'Bella's Room'.

I twisted the intricate golden doorknob, still smiling, to reveal a super cute, feminine room. It was gorgeous.

I had long, flowing white curtains that looked soft enough to use as a towel. One wall was painted a bold shade of pink. The other three were white. There was a glass door on one wall that led to a HUGE closet that was bigger than my room in Forks.

The glass door seemed to be like a touch screen computer: there were glowing, holographic buttons on it that sorted your clothes by color, type, size, item, date last worn, or season. It suggested outfits depending on the weather, let you search your inventory, and told you when you last wore something. (If you have seen 'Clueless' the movie, you know what I'm talking about)

The bed and furniture was made of intricate, shatterproof, bulletproof glass. The bed was huge and comfortable, with dozens of decorative pink and purple pillows and blankets. In front of the bed was a small trampoline, embedded into the floor, so you could jump into bed. There were photo frames arranged on top of the bed.

The glass desk was a huge wraparound that sectioned off its own part of the room. I had a swiveling black leather chair with a five-foot-tall back. Another glass door led to my very own bathroom, which had a counter overflowing with every kind of hair care product there was, a rack with twenty different kinds of straighteners, curling irons, curling wands, and crimpers, and huge drawers already filled with makeup, a drawer each for mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, foundation, primer, etc.

Mom looked worried. "How is it? We had a short notice, we couldn't—"

"Mom. I. LOVE IT!" I shrieked.

I gave Renee a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

She smiled. She looked at me for a while. "Sweetheart, do you want a makeover?"

"A… makeover?"

"Well, the hair, the makeup, the clothes, and the body. Some treatment for your acne, new clothes, makeup shopping, and working with the stylist and the personal trainer. You know. You already look good but you want to look great. Right?" she replied.

"Yeah, sure mom," I said. "You can start working with Phillip today in the gym. Whenever you're free, go down there." she smiled. She started to walk out but turned around and said, "Oh, I almost forgot! You'll be home-schooled. Down the road, there is a huge white house. Walk down there and give the teacher your name, she'll know who you are. Bye!"

"Bye, mom," I said as I walked out the door after her and down the stairs. I walked down the street to the gorgeous white house she had told me about. I knocked on the door, and a beautiful old African American woman was standing there. She had soft white hair cut in a bob. It was so cute.

"Hello, she said, "May I ask who are you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan. My mom sent me down here for school."

"Oh, well come on in," she said. "I'm Viola and I'm your teacher." We shook hands, and she said, "It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," I replied, smiling.

"Well, let's go meet the other girls." she said dragging me to another room.

We turned the corner and there was a room it was set up like a classroom. It had five desks, and at four of them sat the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. I smiled. "Hey."

They all replied in harmony with choruses of "hello," "hi," and "hey".

I sat down in the empty desk.

"Let's learn each other's name shall we?" Viola said. "Isabella, since your new, you go first." I stood and grinned.

"Hi! My name is Isabella Swan. I'm from Forks, Washington, and I'm 14. You can call me Bella or Isabella, it doesn't matter. And it is a pleasure to be here. "

I accidentally sat down so quickly that I bumped my arm on the desk where Edward had cut me. It was still sore. I cried out in pain from the small impact. Everyone looked at me with confusion but didn't say anything, although I knew I would be questioned later.

Next, a thin, pretty girl with an oval shaped face, bronze skin, and long, wavy dark brown hair that got lighter at the tips. You could tell she was a descendant of a Native American tribe. She reminded me of Jacob. "Hey, My name is Morghyn. I'm from sunny Fayette, Mississippi. I am 14. You can call me Dyor or Morghyn. It is a pleasure meeting you, too, Bella." She smiled at me then sat down.

Another girl stood up. She was just as beautiful as Morghyn. Her skin a little darker, but she had the same hair color and type as Morghyn. She stood up and said, "Hi, I'm Alexandria. I am also from Mississippi. I'm from Natchez. I am 14. And Welcome to Jacksonville, Bella." She smiled at me before she sat down too.

The people here are really nice, I thought.

A beautiful, very pale girl stood up. She had long, wavy blonde hair that went to her waist, ice blue eyes, and a heart-shaped face. She started, "I'm Azalea. I'm from Alaska. I am 13. Welcome, Isabella."

She smiled and sat down. Then the last girl stood up. She had shoulder-length, brownish red hair. She had only lightly tanned skin, but you could tell she was not fully Caucasian. She looked between Caucasian and African American. She said, "Hey." I detected a southern accent within the first word she spoke. She continued, "I'm Scarlett, also a Mississippi gal," she said confirming my assumption, "I'm from Port Gibson. I am 13. "

So after everyone had introduced themselves to me, Viola told us we had a free day. All of them ran to my desk after she left and bombarded me with questions. All of them were centered around why I winced when I banged my arm. I told them what happened. I even told them who did it. I told them they couldn't tell anyone though.

They were very sympathetic. They all gave me hugs. I already liked them. I had made some friends.

Our houses were right all lined up in a row. First Morghyn, then Alexandria. then mine, then Azalea, then Scarlett. I knew tomorrow would be fun because I had made some new friends.

After school ended, I walked up the pavement to my house and pushed the door open to see what awaited me.