I sat on my after towel-drying my hair and checked my text messages. Strange, I thought, there's a text from Alice. It sent my memories whirling.

"Ouch," I complained as my mother, Renee brushed my hair roughly.

"Stop your complaining, Bella. The Cullens are coming over and we don't want you to look like a complete mess." She hissed.

I folded my arms over my chest and pouted. She was never nice to me. Even as an eight year old I didn't like my mother.

The doorbell rang then and Renee put on a happy face and practically pranced to go answer the door. She always loved the rich people and was happy to have them over to our little house, especially the beautiful Cullens.

I trudged out and stood lightly by the stairs, dreading every moment I was forced to spend with the perfect Cullen family. Alice danced into the room and was already smiling. Edward and Emmett looked completely bored to be here, as was I. Esme and Carlisle greeted my family warmly.

" Alice, why don't you and Bella go and play upstairs." My mom suggested as though she were talking to a baby. I was eight and smart for my age; I didn't get talked down to.

I glared at her but went up the stairs anyways. Alice bounced after me and immediately started talking.

"I always love coming to your house, Bella. I wish mommy and daddy would come here more often. We always go to such boring people's houses. You're much more fun and you're eight, like me!" By now we were in my room.

I smiled slightly at Alice. She was at least nice to me. Edward… well that was a different story. And Emmett ignored me. Whatever.

"Do you have any dolls? We didn't play with them the last time we were at your house." She peered around my small, uncluttered room to see if there were any dolls.

I shook my head, no. "I don't play with dolls."

She whipped around to stare at me with an open jaw. I just gave her a 'What?' look.

"Well, what do you do then?" She asked with incredulity. She probably couldn't get over the fact that a girl didn't play with dolls.

"I read." I said simply and opened the door to my closet to show her my collection of books. They weren't large books like I'd seen some older kids reading but, hey- I am only eight, after all.

Her mouth went agape even farther and she just stared at the books. "That's so cool!" She finally announced with conviction.

I grinned at her. We sat down and began to pull through my books quickly. She picked out most of the pink ones. We didn't get very far until the door busted open and in came Edward. He sat on my bed and looked down at us with disgust.

He thought he was so much better then me because I was two months younger then him. Ha, I was smarter. He hardly made C's already. (A/N: I cannot remember the grading scale in elementary school, so bear with me.) I wonder how dumb he'll be when he's in middle school, or worse- high school. I doubt he'll make it to college.

"What are you two doing?" He sounded as disgusted as he looked.

"Looking at Bella's books," Alice chirped while reading the back of one of them.

"Reading is for nerds, Alice." Edward said while looking pointedly at me.

"No, reading's fun," I interjected.

Alice nodded while Edward's eyes narrowed. " Alice, if you read a lot you'll become ugly like Bella." Edward glared at me and I felt tears weld up in my eyes.

Alice just put her arm around me and glared at her brother. "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!" She yelled at him. "Don't be so mean."

"Sticks and stones, Alice." Edward hopped off my bed and strolled out of my room.

"I'm sorry, Bella." Alice whispered to me as the tears rolled silently down my cheeks. I knew I wasn't beautiful or even remotely close from what'd I'd read and how people treated me but that doesn't make it not hurt.

They left a couple hours later with a couple more incidents like that with Edward. The night had successfully ended with an extremely bruised ego on my part and I'm sure Edward felt great about himself.

"What's wrong, sweetie pie?" Dad asked as he was tucking me in to bed. I'd stayed in my room all night after they left but I'm sure my eyes were still a little swollen.

I shook my head and tried to pull my covers up over my eyes. He tickled my sides until I released my grip on the blankets and peeked up at him. He smiled warmly at me and kissed my forehead.

"Tell daddy what's wrong," He commanded softly.

"Edward's mean to me, daddy," I sniffled. I may be mature, but I still have the heart of an eight year old girl.

"Maybe he likes you," He suggested and wiggled his eyebrows, something that usually cheers me up. I still frowned.

"No, you don't understand. He's really, really mean to me. I've seen that other stuff and this is not it. Daddy, I think he hates me."

He touched his finger to my nose. "How could anyone hate my darling girl? Don't worry, darling. I'll have a talk with your mother about it, okay?"

I grinned. I loved my daddy. He was always so nice to me- much nicer then mom anyways. He tucked me in and kissed my forehead before going down the stairs.

I sighed. I remembered that night so well- especially the fighting. I remember thinking it was just like any other night. They fought a lot, little to the town's knowledge. Then came to court dispute... It took six months to settle things with the lawyer and in the end, I moved to the sparkling city of New York with my mother in the middle of the night, taking the town by storm.

Wow, ten years ago seemed like another life time.

I was about to open the text when an annoying voice rang through on the intercom. "Bella," Renee said angrily. "Come here!"

I groaned and stuffed my blackberry pearl, AKA my love, into the pocket of my favorite Arizona jeans. "What?" I demanded impatiently as soon as I reached the family room where she was sipping some tea.

"Renee looked over my outfit and made a disgusted noise. "For God's sake, Bella, pull up your shirt!" For a rich woman, she actually had moral standards? Unlikely.

"Yes?" I hedged, ignoring her comment. I was already bored with this conversation and eager to answer my vibrating phone.

"I just got off the phone with your school." She held up the phone as proof. "They shared with me some interesting information."

She stopped there and I scoffed. "Will you get on with it already?"

Renee looked appalled. But it wasn't as if that was the first time I'd talked to her like that. Actually, this was how all of our conversations went- unless I was asking for more money on my debit card or something like that. I was nice then. Whatever, the woman had issues. "Bella, I am your mother and you will treat me with respect."

"After eighteen years, you want respect now?" I questioned incredulously.

Her face was abruptly sad and exasperated. "Where'd my nice, respectful daughter go?" She gave me a look and then added, "The one who didn't get caught with drugs and alcohol on school premises?"

I shrugged. I always got in trouble but my superb grades and Phil's hefty donations to the school always kept me safely away from punishment. It was extreme luck that he happened to be the most influential lawyer and a writer of several best-selling how to books on perfecting your approach during a case.

"Bella, this is the final straw! The school's had it up to here with you. It's either expulsion or a transfer." Apparently, I didn't look concerned enough because she added the last two fateful words. "To Forks."

I felt my jaw drop. "To where?" The words weren't making sense in my mind.

"Forks- to live with your dad." She smiled at me as the horror of the situation sunk in. She really was a sick mother- enjoying your daughter's pain.

"You've got to be kidding me! I hate that place! The closest thing to civilization is almost an hour away! What am I supposed to do there? Where will I shop?" My eyes widened. She couldn't expect me to shop at… I gulped, Wal-Mart… could she?

"School is your first priority. Maybe you could even get a job- like a regular teenage girl, and not the spoiled one you are. You might even make friends with the Cullens. They were always nice people." Her smile grew. She knew I detested the Cullens family, except maybe Alice.

"Ugh, those stuck up people? You're joking."

"Bella, you're one to talk about being stuck up. How many girls do you talk to outside of your little click?"

I looked away and sniffed. She crossed her arms with a smug look. I glared at her as a pleasant smile twisted its way onto her face. "You leave tomorrow."

"Ugh!" I yelled and stormed off to my room. I looked around at the light yellow, almost white, walls with antique looking furniture adoring the room with sorrow. This would be the last few days I'd probably ever spend in here.

I internally cursed my mom before grabbing my large while Chanel purse off the couch and shoved my large Fendi aviator sunglasses onto my face and stomped out to my baby, my Aston Martin.

I met up with my friends Alexi and Nicolle at the mall to do some major damage to my mom's credit card balance. All the while I was complaining about how stupid my mother was and how unfair it was.

"I don't get it." Nicolle said as she tussled her lightly curly copper hair and switched her weight from her left foot to her right. "Why don't you just move out?"

"Too much to think about- bills, a job, fending for myself…" I trailed off. Living by yourself sounding fun until you thought about all the technical stuff, then it was overwhelming.

"Good point." Nicolle agreed as she took another step in the line at Starbucks and ordered her drink. "Tall mocha cappuccino." She turned back to us and tried to create warmth on her bare arms by rubbing her hands against them. "It's freaking freezing in this mall."

"I know." Alexi agreed and then placed her order. "Oh, look at who it is." She said with a jeering tone and flicked her blonde head in the direction of the door.

In walked Cassie, an ugly and slightly over weight bottle-blonde from our Lit class. She was undoubtedly a bitch from the first day. And she was alone. I smiled.

We all pretended not to notice her while she walked up. "I can't believe that guy over there thinks Cassie is hot. Seriously." I started.

"I know," Nicolle's eyes peered at the hot guys over in the corner the looked like they were doing homework. "Not fair."

"Yeah, they should be into us, not her." Alexi pouted.

"Sorry," Cassie interrupted snottily. "I couldn't help but to overhear. Which one's think I'm hot."

"We never said that." I covered up quickly.

"Yeah, you must be hearing things. You know what they say about eavesdroppers." Alexi cocked her head to the side threateningly.

"They did!" Nicolle stated happily. And then her eyes widened falsely. "Oops."

"Thanks." Cassie smirked at her and attempted to saunter over to the table. We all watched with smirks as she tried to talk to them. And failed. She ended up tearing out of the place before her drink was finished and leaving the table of gorgeous guys laughing at her. I trashed my empty drink and grabbed hers. "Thanks, Cassie." I giggled.

Sure, we weren't nice but that's how we had our fun- getting back at people who think they know it all, like Cassie.

It was around eight o'clock in the evening when I finally got home. It took several trips to bring all my bags full of newly purchased winter outfits, shoes, purses and jewelry upstairs. Renee and Phil were out to dinner, thankfully- so they wouldn't get a chance to flip out over the cost before I left. By the time they looked at their credit card information I'd be safely in Forks, half a continent away.

I spent the rest of the night and well into the early hours of the morning before hitting the sack. It was a strange sensation to wake up to room that looks completely different then the way you're used to waking up to it. I almost screamed when I saw my empty closet, empty shelves were my many books used to go, the cleared off dresser, and boxes stacked neatly in my room next to my large newly purchased suitcase and purse. It really helped solidify the fact that today was it. I was leaving to Forks.

"Honey," Renee knocked on my door and opened it without permission.

"What?" I practically growled.

She ignored my tone since she was used to and it would probably be the nicest tone I spoke with her after this whole affair. "Would you like to fly or drive by yourself to Washington?"

I contemplated that for a moment. "Drive," I finally decided.

"Alright, if you're driving I'd rather you leave tomorrow morning so you won't be driving at night." She said kindly. I rolled my eyes. She'd never say anything like that actually mean it. She was probably trying to act responsible so Charlie wouldn't think poorly of her.

"Kay," I said tersely. I stretched and then threw the comforters off of me before going to my bathroom and taking a nice, long shower. When I finally finished I got dressed in a pair of Abercrombie jeans and a Dolce & Gabbana black, lacy tank top and left.

I spent the afternoon at Alexi's house sipping on Cosmos and reminiscing. Many tears were shed as we spent our last afternoon together. I ended up having a maid pack all the many boxes in the back of my car and in the truck- surprisingly it all fit- and then crashing at her house.

Early in the morning an alarm on my phone went off. I groaned and stretched. My Pink sweat pants and sweat shirt were laid out for me to change into. I said a silent goodbye to my two friends who were still sound asleep on the couch and slipped out the backdoor to my car that my mom dropped off on her way to a company party. I didn't even both to say goodbye to her.

The whole car ride there was spent with me and my prized Ipod video. No matter who you were you could probably find something you wanted to listen to, which is what I love about my Ipod- a music for my mood. But surprisingly to most people, my favorite genre was rock in any form. Alternative, scream-o, heavy metal, oldies- I liked it all. It started when I was into the hot rocker guy who came to my house and I listened to his music. The first words out of my mom's mouth were 'What is this crap?' and then she left right away. So I listened to it for more of a reason for her to stay the hell away from my room and then I fell in love with it.

So now here I was, a very long drive with several nights in between- paid for courtesy of my mom's credit card- listening to Bring Me the Horizon and sitting in my dad's driveway in Forks, Washington. Oh…God.

Ya hate cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
A pretty little problem, uh huh
Ya hate cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
A pretty little problem, uh huh
Ya looking causeI'm everything that ya ever wanted to be
And I don't mind cause I love it when ya looking at me
Cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
I said that I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
Keep looking at me

I don't own anything. Well, here's the start to another story. The others will be updated soon. Sadly, Bring Me Down is coming to an ending and Fallen From Grace is going slowly. But, pray for me guys- try outs are this week! That means extra practice on my part will be limited and more free time for this stuff. And if I don't make it I will be very depressed. So... Rockstar By Prima J