Hey Guys Di here. THanks sooo much for the reviews. I'm suprised anyone read my story it was actually written in about 5mins so I did it on a wim. I have an Idea where I'm going with it so heres hoping but don't kill me if it sux. also I wanna see if anyone would read a tragity like rom and jul with Eddy and bell. Not along the same story line but a story where no one lives and it ends up being a very sad story. Tell me If u like the ideaa cause I might just write it. anyway hope u like chap 2. xoxo

DI

BPOV

I got out of the car and was greeted with icy, cold water, running down my back and continuing to soak into my clothing. One thing I hated about Forks was the weather. Constant rain annoyed the hell out of me.

The reason why the school had been built out here in the middle of nowhere, was to move all teens in need of help, far away from society. This meant I had to be moved from sunny, happy, bright Phoenix to Wet, Boring and downright depressing Forks.

I now looked up at the school that stood in front of me. Barb-wire surrounded the perimeter like the building inside was a prison. The actual building was an old, almost mystical looking castle, with towers spiralling up towards the sky, covered in slate roofing. The place looked like fucking Hogwarts.

I walked over to the gate that would be holding me back from the real for the rest of the year. There I stopped and waited for the driver that dropped me here, to retrieve my bags and wait for the Headmaster.

After 10 minutes of waiting, I was now extremely cold. I decided to push the button for the intercom and hope someone would answer. A light flashed red and a voice came through the speaker. "Yes?" the voice said, almost sounding irritated. Great. "I'm Isabella Swan" I replied while tightening the clasp of the patent leather Cue belt I was wearing around my favourite Burberry cream coat.

My mother had remarried a famous sports player after she had divorced my dad, and with the money he received from his job plus the money she got from her modelling career, my mother had become very rich. As my mother never really liked me (according to her I was a total accident) she gave me large sums of money just to get me out of her way. With my $1000 allowance from each week I bought the latest collections from all of my favourite designers. Chanel, Coach, YSL, Burberry, Apple Bottom, Gucci, Prada, Juicy Couture etc.

"Come right through" The voice snapped. Bringing me out of my day dream. The large iron gates started to open and I turned to help the driver carry all my bags. But when I turned I found myself alone with two large Louis Vinton bags, a steep hill, rain and my navy blue Nine West pumps. Put that all together and you get my life story. Fucking Fantastic.

As I reached the front door of the school (once I had made my way through pouring rain, up a hill for 1km) It opened to reveal a man in his late 40's. He had a very military, authoritive look about him with Bright blue eyes that missed nothing, a muscular build, defined cheek bones and a controlled business like smile. This man must be the principle. "Miss Swan I presume" He said with a formal tone in his voice. I decided to play the sweet, innocent young woman like I did with most adults. "Yes. You must be the Headmaster. Mr Lyhand?" I asked in a disgustingly sweet, sugar coated voice. "Yes I am. Welcome to Constance Finishing school" he said smile spreading across his face. I had a way with people. "follow me and I'll show you to your room. A map, Timetable and list of your classes will all be on your desk and you will most likely meet your mentor this evening in the dining hall." And with that he retreated in to the building.

I followed closely behind, taking in a grand two way staircase that we proceeded to climb. The headmaster continued on, taking twists and turns, another staircase that took us up onto the second floor and then a few more turns after that. I was really hoping I didn't get lost later.

Eventually I found myself climbing yet another staircase but this one was spiralling up into a tower like the ones I had seen when I first arrived. When I reached the top of the stairs I was stopped by a trap door. Just as I was about to open it the headmaster stopped me "I suggest when you get inside you start unpacking and get changed for dinner. As today is a Sunday all students are allowed free dress but I expect you to wear a uniform tomorrow like everyone else. There will be a uniform in your wardrobe and there is a sewing machine on one of the shelves that you can you to make any adjustments. Dinner is at 7pm so I suggest you get a move on as its coming up to 6:30pm. Good day Miss Swan" and with that he disappeared.

I turned and opened the trapdoor to my room and climbed up into the most beautiful room I had ever seen. It had a theme of red and gold with mahogany furniture that had golden handles made in an intricate floral design, heavy red and gold curtains pulled back from a large window overlooking the mountains of the Olympic Peninsula and a Mac Airbook sitting on the desk in the far corner with a red, glossy cover so it could blend in with the rest of the room. I ran over to the wardrobe, as it was one of the most important parts of a room for me. This one was perfect. It was even bigger than the one I had back home and that was saying something. I then turned to the most amazing part of the room. The bed. It was raised off the floor on a circular platform made of the same mahogany wood used in the rest of the room. The actual bed itself was also circular and was covered in a beautiful, flowing deep red and gold bed cover with a blood red skirting that floated to the floor. The part that finished of the bed and the room itself was the elegant, smooth, fine netting that came down from the ceiling to make a canopy around the bed. It was amazing. I loved it.

After I had stared at the room for about five minutes I set about putting my things in place. After that was done I then had a shower and got changed into my favourite Apple Bottom navy blue, ruffled, strapless top and the denim ¾ pants that I usually wore with them. I then straightened my hair, put on makeup, stepped into the same shoes I had worn this afternoon and grabbed my coat before I finally set out to find the dining hall.

When I arrived in the hall I found myself already 5 minutes late. Everyone was already there and were sitting at long wooden tables that spread down the length of the whole room. A warm gust of air was blown in my direction from the heater as the door closed behind me so I removed my coat. Bad idea. I had no clue that boys at this school would be so perverted but as I walked down the aisle to where the food was being served, whistles and shouts went up behind me.

I had almost reached the table of food when I felt someone get a firm grasp on one of my but cheeks and give it a squeeze. OH HELL NO!! I spun around and grabbed a handful of the blond boys family jewels and started to squeeze until his eyes were almost popping out of his head." Do that again and I will be plucking grapes. Or should I say GRAPE. Cause you seem a little light here buddy. Anyway do that again and I'll bust your balls" And with that said I walked right back out of the hall. I didn't need to eat and I wasn't going to be stuck in a room with those dicks for longer than I had to be. It was then that I remembered meeting my mentor. Oh well I'd meet him tomorrow in my classes. I think I even had a privet lesson with him.

well there u go chap 2. It looks really short on fan fic but thats actually about 3 pages long. how depressing. well hope u liked it. go ahead and review so that I know to write the next chap. xoxo

DI