A/N Okay guys, here it finally is. I hope you like it. I made it longer this time, which some of you asked for. And the storyline has finally started!

So, here you are, enjoy! Please make sure to review at the end.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight, I only own the storyline.

POVs: Edwards, Alices, Bellas

EPOV

"E-Edward." Ms Cope, the school administrator, stuttered as she looked up to see me.

I smirked, if there was one thing my family knew how to do, it was how to get what we want.

Because our looks were slightly, well, different, we had found this to be one of the more successful techniques.

I furrowed my brow in a perfect imitation of someone worried about something. Ms Cope immediately copied the movement.

"Ms Cope, I have a problem." I paused for dramatic effect. Ms Cope leaned closer to me over the desk.

"You see, I have this friend. Bella Swan. Now, as you know, Bella's been through a rough time lately, and I'm worried that she feels she has to isolate herself in order to overcome her grief. But I have an idea."

Ms Cope leaned closer still. Obviously, the fact that she was old enough to be my mother wasn't going to stop her attempts to attract me.

"W-What can I do to help, Edward?"

"Would you be able to go talk to her? I think that as an older role model, Bella will really listen to you. I mean, we all know that you're such a kind person, and an important part of this school." A little extra flattery couldn't hurt, could it?

As if on cue, I saw Bella walk past the window.

"Actually, there she is now, Ms Cope. Why don't you quickly run over to her now? I added my best 'dazzling' smile, just to be sure.

Ms Cope stood up proudly, and looked down at me.

"You know what, Edward? I think I will." With that she marched out of the reception, and from inside I heard the sound of her voice.

"Bella?"

I laughed to myself. Knowing Ms Cope, by the time she got back to reception, she would be convinced the whole thing was her idea, and any suggestion of my involvement would be furiously denied.

But it didn't really matter. Although Ms Cope's little 'chat' may do Bella some good, I doubted it. If her friend's comfort wasn't enough, I didn't think the school's ridiculous receptionist would have much of an impact.

Now I finally had the room to myself, I got to work. I quickly ran to the other side of the desk and logged on to the computer. It had been a simple matter yesterday to find out Ms Cope's password.

From there, I easily found my way into the student schedules, and clicked on Bella's. Really, you would think the school would have better security. But that was Forks High for you.

I quickly made a few changes to her schedule. Finished, I printed off a copy, put it in an official school envelope, and erased any evidence on the computer of what I had done.

I walked innocently out of the office, and back towards the classrooms, slipping the copy of Bella's schedule into her locker as I walked past. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alice, and gave her a thumbs up. Silently, she slipped away to the car park. The rest of my plan was up to her.

APOV

I practically skipped from my car into the house. I had to say, Edward's plan was rather clever. I doubted that my part in it would be very difficult.

Esme, my adoptive mother, looked surprised as she watched me walk into the kitchen, where she was sitting. Her eyes flicked between me and the clock, which only read 12:45.

I answered her unspoken question.

"I left my English folder here this morning, and Mrs Davey gave me permission to drive home and get it."

"Okay." Esme looked surprised again, but not doubtful. Okay, so maybe I didn't have permission, but it was lunchtime anyway, and it wasn't like anyone was going to notice.

"Well, since you're here, you might as well have some lunch."

I smiled. That was Esme. Always doing everything for us. Edward was right. This was all part of the plan.

We sat down to eat together.

"You know, mum, I was thinking, there's this girl at school, she's in a few of my classes, you might know her actually. Bella Swan?"

Esme's face automatically went from curious to sympathetic.

"God, that poor girl. If there was anything we could do to help her…"

"Actually mum, that's what I was thinking. See, Bella's been alone a lot lately. She doesn't really talk to people at school unless she has to, and so she doesn't really have many friends supporting her. And now she's living all alone in that big, old house. It can't be good for her."

Esme still looked sympathetic, but also confused.

"So what can we do?"

I smiled and told her the rest of Edward's plan. Esme quickly agreed. I finished my lunch and started to head back to my car.

"Alice?"

I turned around.

"Yes?"

"Weren't you meant to get your English folder?"

Right. Sometimes Esme was too observant for her own good. I ran upstairs and grabbed a random folder.

"Bye mum."

BPOV

I sat in my English class, watching the seconds tick by on the clock. Was it just me or did time really get slower whenever Mrs Davey began one of her lectures?

Finally, the bell went, and I quickly stood up and headed out to my locker.

When I opened it, something fell out onto the floor. I picked it up. It was from the school, I opened it to find a new schedule.

Damn. I hated schedule changes. It meant a change in my perfectly planned routine. I glanced over it to see what had been changed this time.

Suddenly my breath caught. In the four periods a week where my world history class should have been, I had music performance.

Music performance. I was guessing that meant performing music. The only instrument I could play was my guitar, and I could maybe sing a little.

But I hadn't touched my guitar since Charlie died. It just brought back too many memories of sing alongs from when I was really little, with Charlie on guitar, and Renee and me singing old folk songs.

To play again would be to open up the wounds that I fought so hard to hide.

I started the walk out of school in shock, but before I could, my phone started ringing. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I must have sounded half dead to the person on the other line.

"Hi, Bella, it's Rachel, from the child welfare agency, remember me?"

I vaguely remembered her, but to be honest those two weeks were a blur.

"Now, Bella, I need you to listen to me. I know we agreed that since you were turning eighteen in six months you could live alone, but I think I've found an arrangement that would be much more suitable."

I furrowed my brow. What could possibly be more suitable than staying home?

"We have a family that I believe you are acquainted with, the Cullens. Now, the Cullens are willing to take you in as a foster child temporarily, until you turn eighteen."

For the second time in five minutes, my breath hitched.

"I really don't think that will be necessary." My tone, insecure and half dead before, was now icy. When Rachel responded, her tone was equally cold.

"I really don't think you have a choice in the matter."

I slammed my phone shut and once again began my walk to the parking lot, but I was once again disrupted, this time by a rather excited Alice Cullen. I knew her vaguely from a few of my classes.

She ran up to me, and spun me in a circle.

"Did you hear that Bella, we're going to be sisters!"

A/N

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