umm i hope you guys read this story and like it! i really like how the plot goes and would be great if some support were happening? :D

"I don't want to go to Oxford!" I screamed at the top of my lungs at my parents as they sat in the oversize living room. I could hear a maid drop some expensive china, but that didn't concern me at all.

"But dear, it's for the best!" My mother pleaded, her eyes watering as she tried to reason with me. I didn't want to go Oxford though...with all those bratty spoiled rich children. Okay maybe I was rich, but never spoiled. I refused to live in a world filled with vanity and material items. I was realistic and worked for the money I spent and lived without help from others.

"Dad, I know youbribed the dean from Oxford so I'd get in. To be honest, I don't care! I want to go to Jullliard and you can't make me go to another university!" I was seething at the end of it, my feet stuck on the first step of the stairs as I glared at my parents. My mother was biting her lip and a sympathetic look on her face. My dad was seven shades of red and purple.

"Your future will get wrecked and who will you blame then? Some petty begger that you'll be living on the streets with? You know Oxford will do wonders for your future, your education and everything. Don't complain about these. I give you so much and without even saying a thanks, you say no thank you!" My father yelled back at me, his face was mad, no other words able to describe it, while my mother cried.

"I'd rather run away and get my own place to stay at than to go Oxford. You - can't - make - me." I trudged up the stairs with each word, anger flaring as I pushed aside the butler, Alan, and went straight to my room to pack. Poor Alan, he was always caring for me and I pushed him...oh well, he'll live.

My clothing were scattered everywhere, from a previous argument I had with my parents. I was however, able to pick out some pairs of jeans and shirts, nothing fancy. I was never one for those anyways. My backpack was jammed in a few minutes and the necessities I needed were secure. I had a private pair of socks, filled with the money that I had actually worked for at my father's company during one summer and it was enough to last me for awhile, until I found a job and settled in a place to live near Julliard.

Several knocks were heard on my room's locked door but I refused to answer as I finished the last of my packing and decided it to be time to leave. I flung the door open to see my mother's usually happy aqua eyes filled with tears. My heart sank as I hugged her. She wasn't the one I should be angry with, and neither was she supposed to suffer for it.

"Mom, I promise I'll look after myself. You have to promise to look after yourself too. Okay?" I cooed her like a young child, placing her in the crook of my neck and patting her shoulder. She was always the youthful, eccentric one in the odd mother-daughter relationship we had.

"Bella dear, why can't you just go to Oxford? Your father's tried very hard to give you the best in everything," she sniffed after every few words and it broke my heart to see her so sad.

"I can't, mom. I have my own dreams...my own...aspirations and what I want to use my life as. You know that. Please don't stop me." My words sounded firmer than I expected, seeing how I was about to choke on the words I spoke.

"Then promise yourself to stay out of trouble. Keep yourself happy and follow your dreams." She smiled a bit, her eyes were swollen and red as I kissed her lightly on the cheeks.

"I'm going to go now mom. Bye." She followed me down the stairs, my father was watching the flames in the fireplace burn. I didn't really want to say much and he knew it all too well. We were too alike, stubborn and unable to compromise to one anothers' demand. They were just two polar opposites.

I hugged my mother one last time and waved as I walked out the door, but not before saying a simple goodbye to the closed door. I felt hollow leaving the place I'd grown up as a child, the happy memories...everything ached.

The journey out into the city was quite pleasurable. I had a bike already parked outside of the gates of our mansion for fun, but I never expected myself to use it for traveling.

(I don't know where Bella lives, but I thought bicycling into New York was cool)

My thoughts were jumbled as I tried to get everything straightforward. I would first get a place to live, than a job, and finally try to get accepted into Julliard. Out of the three, the last one seemed to be the hardest. I was quick to learn, efficient and easy to work with. Jobs won't bother me. For living, I was used to anything almost, thanks to the boyish attitude I had for things, and refusing to be spoiled. I had lived in a tent, in the great outdoors, on a hiking trip with my aunt when I was around 10, and at the time, deemed a boy by the girls at my school.

Heck, if I was to be dressed like a porcelain doll and get attracted to boys because of their looks and say they have cooties all at the same time to be considered a girl, then I would never want to be.

By evening, when the sun was slowly descending into the horizon, I had already rode out into the city and preparing to seek out a place to live. New York City. The big apple.

From knowledge, I wouldn't need a place to live in after being accepted into Julliard, so it would mean a place of temporary stay and easy access to the campus was all I needed. Also, I would need to get myself a job for the tuition fee.

The only problem with things were, where do I begin? I felt incompetent in the large, crowed scene.

Apartments that were swanky and beautiful were just too out of hand and too expensive, so I'd have to resort to cheaper ones. With that in mind, I began my search through the city.

I was walking through a dark alley, someone had posted an advertisement for rent and stay and now, here I am, surrounded completely by dark except for several weak, yellow glows of lamp posts that barely illuminated the long, narrow alleyway.

A door swung open, scaring the wits out of me, and appeared four guys. They wreaked of alcohol as I walked past them, while one of them called for me.

"Hey girlie! What'cha doing?" A man with combed oily black hair smiled, his teeth a hideous colour of brown and yellow.

"Nothing." Damn my stupid knee-jerk reactions.

"Why don't you come stay with us!" Another man, with a tattoo on his neck and triceps called.

I began walking faster, away from them and more into the alleyway. I wasn't hesitant to scream but it would choke as I heard footsteps. They sounded to be about 40 feet away. Good, I should make it out of the alleyway quickly if I turned and ran from then forth...

Shit!

When I turned, the alleyway was just as long, but with the lessened light source, I couldn't see where the alley ended. So I took it anyways, but not before turning around to look behind me. That was strange, two of them were missing. I didn't take much notice as I scampered off towards the dark tunnel-like surrounding I was in. My eyes adjusted quickly and began taking in the details. There were back doors to pubs, restaurants, bars, but very loosely connected and looked almost run-down.

The familiar advertisement sheet caught my eye as I followed the arrow towards where it led, unable to use any logic of why I would want to live in a place like this anymore.

I began to change how I wore my backpack, placing only one strap on my shoulder while slinging it to closer to my side. Both for the convenience of running and dropping it if necessary. I doubted they were after my bag though.

The alley was quiet, completely silent except for some sounds of faraway traffic and my own heavy breathing. I could hear my own rapid heart beats as I arrived at the alley's end. What I didn't expect however, were that it was a door and besides that, a dead end. The door had several steps leading up to it. I took a quick glance behind me, hoping the men had scared me enough and left, but I was wrong. They walked towards me, two by two now. I was thinking of of what to do now.

They had completely blocked off my way out, I was left with a dead end and a door. The door seemed to be bolted shut and with my strength, wouldn't open. I was stuck, like a lab rat in a labyrinth, but without the superior knowledge of where to go.

I decided it best to just walk forward a bit, placing myself to be a confident person and not scared, but deep inside, my thoughts were in disarray and the negative side of what was going to happen was swarming. What was that move I learned in Judo before? How about Tae Kwon Do...some self-defense...I was far too worried to even remember a single thing I'd learned from the martial arts classes I took.

I walked out, a few feet from the steps and took a deep breath, holding in air to scream and preparing myself with the little available self-defense I could remember.

The men continued to advance, like dark cloaks of evil demons, readying themselves to put me through an unimaginable hell.

Being too scared, I could hear my teeth chattering against themselves and my feet losing most of its usual balance. I backed away slowly, leaning against one wall to feel for some loose brick to maybe hit them with. No luck.

As the men came closer, only a few feet away and smiling with devious grins, I looked disgust in the eyes.

"Pretty pretty girl, why did you make us do all that walking?" He smirked and leaned closer to me, grabbing my wrist. His breath smelled horrible of stale beer and cigarettes.

A piercing sound broke through the alleyway as I looked to the source. The door behind me was swung open and a man lunged himself toward the man that had grabbed hold of my wrist. The men were sent flying like pins from the force of a bowling ball as my saviour stood up, tall, dark and handsome in front of me.

so i totally like this story and i hope you give me an honest opinion, please and thankyou's! :D