As warm rays of morning sunshine bathed my face in golden warmth-, I could tell it was another beautiful day in Phoenix. I loved these moments in the morning—, lived for them even. The stillness of the mornings was always filled with hope, reassurance and contentment. Relishing the moment before facing my day, I smiled.

Deciding to start my day, I opened my eyes only to quickly shut them again because of the blinding sun:; the sun, which used to be a pleasant honey glow. Groaning, I began to feel my pulse rushing through my head as steady as a drum, the pain pounding my skull like a hammer. I looked at my alarm clock and groaned again. It was 6:30 and I didn't need to be ready until 8:00. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to sleep with my pounding headache, I got out of bed slowly. Avoiding light-headedness always made mornings feel successful. For a coordination challenged person, dizziness did not aid my morning's moods: - as they always led to me tripping or something equally ridiculous.

As I lLooked in the bathroom mirror, I made an audible gasp. Maybe it was a good thing that I had decided to be an early riser today; otherwise, I would never be able to correct the mess that I had become over a few short hours of sleep. I still could feel the hair product in my hair from the night before. Its original use had made my hair look glossy, keeping it in place. But I had been so tired from the party last night that I had just collapsed in bed.

"These things should come with a warning label explaining what product plus sleep will do to your hair," I muttered to myself disdainfully.

I jumped into the shower with my brush, hoping that the conditioner would make it possible to detangle the jungle that seemed to take refuge on my scalp. As soon as my I opened my strawberry shampoo, I felt relaxed. Most girls my age had switched from cheap drugstore hair products—- specifically shampoo and conditioner. Call me juvenile, but there was no professional shampoo or conditioner that could create a breeze of sweet smelling strawberries as you walked by. I sighed happily, as my mind drifted to the night before as I began my morning routine…

The blaring music welcomed Alice and I me before we even opened the car doors of Alice's yellow Porsche. I sighed.

"What, Bella? Don't you want to party?" Alice asked out ofin concern. I looked at my best friend. Alice was tiny. Although she was 17- people still mistook her as a developed 12 year old. Her hair was black and had a pixie- styled cut. She was the only person I knew that could be so cute and whimsical, while still being sexy. It was almost irritating how effortless she made beauty look.

"No Alice, I totally want to party—- I'm just a little anxious, that's all." I seemed to whisper the last part, hoping Alice wouldn't hear. Just as expected, the, little pixie and her stupid super hearing caught everything.

"Yeah, that's right—- I guess it's not every night that the cutest guy at school asks you to meet him at the party because he wants to ask you something." Alice started giggling as if she knew something. She was always like that.

"Alice!!" I groaned. My stomach was in knots, my body shaking. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. We walked to the house, ignoring the whistles from all the people like we always did. As soon as we were inside, Alice ran into the arms of her boyfriend Jasper, - the second hottest person of the male population at our school. Which made sense, because Alice was the second most popular, and I was the first. Not that it mattered…

"Hey, Bella, you look so hot." A familiar velvety voice called. It wasn't the line that caught my attention—- I'd heard it several times already tonight. It was the voice itself, I'd practically memorized it.

"Hi Edward—- you said you wanted to ask me something?" I was flirting;, it was my second nature. I enjoyed the way he smiled in response.

"Yeah, I would have called you, but I really wanted to see your gorgeous face," he said disarmingly, and I couldn't help but smile in return. "Actually," he continued, "I was wondering if you would like to be my partner in the end-of-the-year show." I smiled at the knowledge that I was getting exactly what I wanted, like always.

"Uhm…I am going to have to think about it." I enunciated every word, and his face immediately fell. Laughing, I replied, "Of course I will—, you are only the most talented boy at our school. It would only make sense." He smiled at that. Oh dear, he was such a Greek god...- and he was all mine.

End of Flashback

Coming back to the present, I turned the water off, and wrapped a towel around myself. I yawned as I stepped back in front of the mirror, whipping away the fog from the steam of my shower. What I saw was much better—- back to my normal gorgeousness, I seesaw. I smiled. Today was going to be the first day of practice for Edward and me.I - Perfect.

After finishinged my bathroom routine, I walked into my closet and got dressed and sat on my bed. I looked at the clock.- 7:45. I sighed and walked out of my dorm. I might as well start the best day of school in my life.

I sighed and walked out of my dorm. I might as well start the best day of school in my entire li—

Brriiiiing. Brrrriiiiiinnng.

The shrill sound of my almost-retired alarm clock woke me up from my fairytale dream.

Ugh. I couldn't believe myself. I quickly ran to the shower, already late to my first class. I pulled my wet hair into an untidy bun, got dressed and threw myself out the door.

Just another day at The Phoenix School of tThe Arts.

Beta'd by Peace Like a River {thank-you!}