Bella's POV

I was on my way to my new life in Italy. I sighed as I loaded into Phil's private jet. Brittany, the flight attendant, took my bags one at a time. After I saw her struggling, I decided to help her. As we loaded all 14 bags of mine into the plane, I looked back at my beautiful city. The city that never sleeps, the city I learned to love, the city I call home, the city I left behind, the city where I left my friends, and the city that changed me. I loved Jacksonville.

Once I was on the plane, I sat down and reflected on the past few years of my life. A lot has happened. I went from being beat up and talked about to being stabbed. From moving to Jacksonville and meeting true friends. Changing myself, from there, to where I am now on a plane headed to Volterra, Italy. All this seem unreal. I never thought last year that by summer of the next year I would be moving to Italy. I really did miss my friends, my mom, my step dad, Charlie, Jacob, and Emmett.

I began to wonder what it would be like if I were still in Forks. My life would be a living hell. I would still be bullied by the Culllens and Hales. I would still be a weak link. I am no longer weak. I am very strong. I will no longer be taking all this stuff.

As the captain's voice comes over the intercom and say, "Ms. Isabella, please buckle your seatbelt for takeoff." I follow the directions given. As I feel the plane race down the runway and took off, I look out my window and whisper, "Goodbye, my city."

Few hours later

This flight is giving me a lot of time to think. I thought about a lot of things. I thought about how I left Emmett, Charlie and Jacob 1 year ago. I thought about how I just left my friends, Renee, and Phil just a few hours ago. I felt somewhat guilty for causing so many people pain. I thought about how much I have changed since "the incident." I thought about what Italy had in store for me. For some strange reason, I thought about my kiss with Chris. I also thought about what I would do if I ever saw that bastard Edward again.

I had 8 more hours on this plane. It was actually very comfortable. I could my sit back and lay down. I could watch any movie of my choice. I could ask for anything and it was there. This plane even had a bed. It also has a game room. They have girly DS 3D games. Wii, Xbox, HP laptop, PlayStation3. It had everything gaming thing you could ever think about. This plane was freaking amazing. I began to get tired of exploring so I went laid down in the bed. Then, Brittany stuck her head in the room and asked if I was ok. I told her, 'Yes. I am. Just a little tired.' I slowly dozed off to sleep. I awoke hours later. I still had had three hours later. I felt good. I guess all I needed was some rest.

I still miss them. I wonder what Italy was like. I knew very little about Italy. During these three hours I just relaxed I watched television, played games, I also went shopping online. I had them shipped to Leonardo da Vinci Academy. I was so ready to get to Italy. I was only 15 and I get to study abroad. I was excited. I had to look good for my first step in Italy so I got up a went to the restroom to change clothes. I changed into a white tank, black skinny leg jeans, black leather jacket, and black Chuck Taylor's. (outfit on profile) Then I applied my make-up. I applied a little rosy blush, sparkly lip gloss, black mascara, black eyeliner, and a Smokey eye. I looked in the mirror and I looked good. Then Brittany came in a said, "Girl you look good. Oh and I came to tell you the plane will be landing in 30 minutes." "Thanks I'll be ready," I replied. She left as I continued to getting ready. I put on black andwhite bangles that went up my right arm. I put on white earrings, and white necklaces, and diamond ring my dad bought me. I looked at myself I looked hot. I went and sat down In my seat and buckled my seat belt. We would be landing in 10 minutes. I love flying, I hate landing. I disliked the feeling of the plane grazing the ground it made me feel uneasy. Finally, we touched down in Italy International Airport. I was beyond excited no words could describe how I felt. I unbuckled my seat belt, took a deep breath and walked off the plane. I helped Brittany with my bags, said goodbye, and walked out to the front of the airport.

Italy is beautiful aspect. The city was very inspirational. I hailed a taxi and all my bags could barely fit. I even had to sit in the front with the taxi man. I told him to take me to Leonardo da Vinci Academy in Volterra. It took us maybe 30 minutes to arrive there. Once I arrived I got there I tipped the taxi man and got a cart loaded my bags and headed for the office. The school was beautiful. It was huge. It was like a college except it was for middle and high school students. I already liked this boarding school. I was already greeted by three people. I asked for directions and a very cute guy showed me the way. He told me his name was Dave. He seemed very nice.

I walked in the office. There's was an old lady sitting at the front desk. I walked in a asked, "Ciao."

"I'm Isabella Marie Swan. I came her from America for school. I need to get my information. "Oh yeah Miss. Swan. Well here is your schedule, map, calendar, a translator, you dorm number and locker number and combination." she said handing me my items. "Thank you" I said.

" Your welcome and Welcome to Italy. Bye" she said. "Bye" I stated. I walked out and looked at my dorm paper in read 5th floor, Room 27. So I went to find it pulled the cart with my bags in it along to. I arrive in the dorm. there were girls running around acting wild. I thought to myself Damn control yourselves and act like yall got some damn sense. I ingored all of them and walked to the elevators and went up to the 5th floor. I finally made it to Room 27. I walked in and I saw in was empty except for 1 twin sized bed and 1 bunk bed. I quickly claimed the twin sized bed. I pulled the cart inside and then plopped down on my bed. I quickly dozed off from being jet lagged. I had a horrible dream.

-DREAM BEGANS-

I was running as fast as I could. But I wasn't fast enough.

He grabbed me and threw me down.

I was panting and scared.

He drew out a knife.

I began to scream, "Help, Somebody, Help ME!"

"Tsk Tsk Tsk, That will not do," he stated

He wrapped a gag around my mouth.

I continued to scream into my gag.

"Please don't," I tried to say into my gag.

He ignored me.

He got closer. I was sitting on the ground. I began to slide backwards.

I screamed into my gagged. "Don't Move, Bitch," he said.

I continued to scream. My body was trembling. I was scared.

He continued to get closer.

The knife glistening in the sunlight.

"Fat Bitch," he said as he stabbed me and I backed out.

-Dream Ends-

I was awoken with a loud bang. I jumped up and saw all 14 of my Gucci suitcases on the floor. "What the hell," I screeched. "Oh I'm sorry" I voice stated. I turned to see a very friendly looking girl. She had blond hair and tanned fair skin. She was very pretty. "It's okay I thought you were someone trying break in," I laughed. She laughed back. She stuck her hand to me, "Zoey."

"Bella, nice to meet you," I stated. "Likewise, are you from America," she asked. "Yeah why," I said.

" Cause I'm American and I wanted to if you were," she said. "Oh yeah I'm from Washington and you," I asked. "California" she replied.

I asked," Which bed top bunk or bottom?" "Top" she replied while throwing her bag on the bed and coming to help me pick up my bags. "Dang you have a lot of bags," Zoey said. "Yeah I'm a sort of shopaholic." I said while blushing.

"Oh okay" she said they laughed. "So how old are you and what part of Washington do you lived in." Zoey asked. "Umm I'm fourteen and I lived in Forks, Washington. It's close to Seattle. And you." I replied. "Well, I'm 15 and I lived in L.A." she replied. She seemed nice.

"Do you wanna play 21 questions," I asked.

"Sure," she replied.

"Okay I'll go first. Do you speak Spanish?" I asked.

"Un Poco (a little)," she replied.

"y tu (and you)?" she asked.

"Si (yes)," I replied.

"What is your favorite color," I asked.

"Baby blue" she quickly responded.

"What is your favorite food?" she asked.

I thought very hard on this one but ended up replying, "Pasta."

"Ok Are you a real blonde?" I asked. She giggled and nodded yes.

" What is that scar on your arm?" she asked. I automatically knew the color had drained from my face.

"I'm soor… " she began but I cut he off.

"it's okay. That subject is a little touchy but I'm gonna tell you."

I began, " It all started in fifth grade. There were 4 new students. The Cullen Family and the Hale Family. They quickly began friends with my older brother but not with me. When I first saw them I looked different than I did now. I was fat, had ugly frizzed brown hair, glasses, brace, and acne. I was ugly. I wanted to be friends with the new people. I spoke to them and they didn't give me a chance they instantly rejected me before they got know me. They started bulling their 2nd day there. They made sure my brother didn't know though. They bullied me physically and verbally. They beat me up and called me names everyday. After awhile 5 others joined them in bulling me. By 6th grade everyone but 2 people had shunned me. That was my brother and my best friend, Angela. They took my money, tripped me, anything they could possibly do to make my life a living kept going till 7th grade. After, 7th grade it got more intense. Emmett, my brother, got bigger so they started threaten me. Telling me if I told it would get worse. I didn't tell but it still got worse. On my 14th birthday I was in 8th grade. That morning on my birthday their version on a so called," birthday present. They made sure my brother wasn't around. They kicked and punched me and left me there in the school parking lot. After, school the parking lot was empty except for them. I ingored them and started walked home. I saw one on them ,his name was Edward, he pulled out a knife. So I took offrunning toward my house where Emmett was . Edward caught me then he cut and stabbed me. After that I had to get out of Forks." I showed her the scars. She was very nice about it she was just like my friends in Jacksonville.

"Are we going to get another roommate," I asked Zoey when it started getting dark.

"I guess not" she replied.

"Let's start unpacking," I suggested. We started with her bag since she only had 6. It didn't take long. My bags were the problem even with 2 pairs of hands I still toke us a few hours to get them unpacked. I even had to go to the store and pick up an dresser for clothes that would not fit in my given space. We still saved some room just in case we would get another roommate.

After we finished unpacking we took a tour of the school using our maps. Once,you got a good look at the school it was bigger than it looks . It is humongous. It has many different sections, buildings, and dorms. Zoey and I walked through the school and was in awe the whole time. The school was just beautiful. After 2 hours we returned back to our room. We walked in and saw this girl with long brown hair, and tan skin sitting on the bottom bunk bed.

Zoey spoke here, "Who are you."

"I'm Tori." She said standing up and thrusting her hand toward us.

"Well, this is Bella and I'm Zoey." We both shook her hand. She seemed nice. She told us that she was a singer and dancer. And she lived in L.A. Just like Zoey. We all got along great. At around midnight we went to bed. School didn't start for another two months so we really didn't have anything more to do. I didn't have much to do but spend Phil's money. I went shopping a lot and hung out with Tori and Zoey.