Okay, this is my fourth story, and I hope that if you enjoyed my other stories you will enjoy this one too! If you haven't read any of my stories before then please check them out if you like this! I might be a bit OOC in the fact that Bella isn't clumsy and not as shy as she is in the twilight series. She is quite outgoing and up front. Angela is a bit different too. Also, if you want to be in this as a student or teacher, then can you fill out this form:

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Thanks for reading, anyway! Don't like it? Then don't read it!

Disclaimer:
Me: Edward, can I own you? Please?
Edward: No, Naomi, Stephenie Meyer owns me
Me: No fair! (sob)
Edward: I'll kiss you if you say that you don't own twilight!
Me: I don't own Twilight! (Gets kissed by Edward and is on a life time high!

The summary is : Bella Swan moves to England to live with her father, who is police chief in a small town called Sandolham (Yeah, I just randomly made up the town name). She starts at a school 20 miles away from his home. This is ALL human, no vampires anywhere! :) So now let the story begin... :)

Bella's POV

"Dad, you're only going to be twenty miles away. I'll see you at the weekends, it's not a big deal!"

I tried to reassure Charlie that I'd be okay, to no such luck. He hadn't seen me for years, and he was reluctent to let go of me again after only having me for a day.

"But Bella, honey, are you sure that you don't want to be a day school student instead of boarding? I could convert the study into a bedroom for you and the spare room could be your study, or the other way round. You could stay with me and drive in..." Charlie started explaining his 'mastermind' idea for the fifth time.

"Charlie, I want to have the full boarding school experiance. I'll be fine. Please go home." I opened the car door, slid out and opened the trunk. Grabbing my suitcase, I called "bye" to Charlie, who had a bemused expression on his face. I saw that two older girls girls, sitting on a bench, who had been previously chatting were already looking me up and down, smirking slightly. Charlie had told me that most the people in the university were rich. I had just dressed in jeans and a red top, not expecting to be judged the moment I arrived. I looked around, there had been hundreds of people milling around in the full car park ten minutes ago when me and Charlie had arrived, all for their first day at this school or their first one back here. Now there were only a few people left looking confused and lost. I made my way to reception with a final wave to Charlie.

W-O-W was my first thought when I saw the entrance hall. The doors were huge wooden ones with

Gratia perceptum ut plenus tendo , vos must primoris verum agnosco ut question

engraved in gold on them. I vaguely wondered what that meant, as I guessed that it was school motto. When I pushed the doors open, though, I forgot as I saw the entrance hall. The floor was a mosaic, or at least the few patches of floor which weren't stood on seemed to be that way. The ceiling was a beautiful portrait, looking like ones that you had one the ceiling on ones in the national gallery. It was amazing. There were mainly first years there, like me, but some other, older people were there too. There were five desks with secretaries at each of them, which had long queues. I stood in the shortest at the far end. The girl in front of me, standing out as she was just in black trousers and a pretty but simple green top, turned around.

"Hi, my name is Angela Weber. I'm starting here this year, and I'm doing business class, maths and politics. What about you?" The girl, Angela, asked me, smiling in a friendly way.

"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan, but please, please never call me that! Just call me Bella. I'm doing maths, chemistry and biology." I replied, hoping that I sounded friendly. To be honest, I was exhausted. I had come over from America. I used to live with my mum, Renee, but she married a man called Phil. He was a ball player, and he travelled a lot. Renee was depressed without him. So, long story short, I offered to move to England and stay with Charlie. So I was very jet-lagged, as I only came over yesterday afternoon!

"I love your accent!" Angela exclaimed. "Are you from America?"

"Yeah, I came over from America to go to boarding school here." I told her

"You look kinda tired, are you okay?" She asked me, looking concerned.

"Just jet-lag. I only came over from America, yesterday" I told her.

When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now it's raining more than ever
But we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella

My phone rang.

"Oh, sorry" I said to Angela as I grabbed my phone from my pocket.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Bella, darling? Are you okay? Have you arrived at your university yet? How is it?" Renee's concerned voice was loud in my ear and I had to hold it a couple of centimetres away from my ear.

"Mum, I'm fine! I arrived twenty minutes ago, and it seems really cool. I'm just in the entrance hall, to get my timetable and room number and stuff." I replied, with a shaky laugh

"Are you tired? Has the jet lag got to you?" She asked, rapidly firing off questions.

" Yes, I'm tired, and I have a bad case of jet lag, but I'll be fine." I told her, stifling a yawn. "So how is Phil?" I asked, keen the make someone else the centre of attention.

"Oh, he's great." She replied absentmindedly. "But honey, you can come straight back to America whenever you need to." She obviously wanted to talk about me more. I groaned.

"Are you okay?" She asked

"Yes, mum, I just groaned 'cos you wanted to talk about me again!" I looked up to see that Angela was at the desk and that I was next. "Mum, I have to go now, talk to you later!"

"But honey, are you sure tha-" I hung up on her as Angela finished. A lady called me forward.

"What's you name, dear?" A fifty year old, with rectangular, wide rimmed glasses asked me.

"I'm Isabella Swan." I replied with a smile.

The old lady smiled back. "Ah, Isabella." She skimmed through some papers. "Here is your timetable, dorm number and new student pack." She handed me two pieces of paper and a parcel. "Have a nice day, dear!" She said as I left.

"Thank you for your help" I called back.

That was the first chapter. Hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Special mention for anyone who works out what the school motto means!