Hey everyone!

I changed this chapter, because someone pointed out that the college was wrong, and i don't really know anything about colleges, so i'm just not giving it a name. ok?

Thanks for coming, read on, my brave warriors!

I sighed as I sat in the cab, watching the world fly quickly by. It seemed only yesterday I was sitting with my dad, alone in our cosy little house, watching corny movies and re-runs of Friends. Yesterday was, in fact, a long long time ago.

Charlie had gotten re-married, to a woman named Katie. I didn't like her much, but she made Charlie happy, so I decided to put my own needs aside and try to make my peace with it. No matter how mean she was to me (and there's no word to describe HOW cruel she was) I had the good sense to shut my mouth and stay quiet. Charlie never noticed; I didn't let him.

I inwardly cursed my 10 year old self for being so stupid. A few weeks after Charlie and Katie's wedding, Charlie was killed in a car accident. I never believed it was a car accident…Katie had definitely had something to do with it. But, as a 10 year old, no one believed my protests, and Katie made sure I was silenced.

So after 8 years of bearing Katie and my ugly stepsisters (not joking, they were hideous) I had finally escaped. I had worked my butt off for 2 years, working odd jobs, saving money, to gain a place at a college in New York. It was miles away from my home, which suited me just fine. Katie couldn't have been happier to see me gone.

So that's the story of my life. Girl is happy, father dies, girl is sad. After 8 years, she escapes, hoping to finally start afresh. At least, that's what I hoped. At least I could do what I wanted now. I smiled happily, relishing in my newfound freedom.

The cab stopped outside my new home, an apartment I was renting with my best friend, Alice Cullen. We'd met when I was in middle school. One of the first things she said to me was: 'Bella…your hair!!' She then promptly attacked me with a hairbrush. We've been best friends ever since. I was glad she was coming with me to Dartmouth, she had been my only steady friend over the years and I wasn't sure I could live without her constant optimism and preppiness.

I jumped out of the cab and immediately tripped over the curb, falling and hitting my head on the sidewalk. Damn my natural clumsiness. I heard several people snigger as I sat on the stone and rubbed my head. That was going to hurt in the morning.

The cab driver, after hiding his laughter behind his hand, dumped my bags on the ground next to me, took his fare and left. After making sure my head had stopped ringing, I picked up my bags, staggering under the weight. As I reached the door, I put all my bags down to attempt to find my apartment key. I searched in vain for 10 minutes. As I looked, it began to rain. Oh great.

After another 5 minutes, I finally found my key, stuffed in one of the side pockets of my bag. By now I was well and truly soaked. I picked up my also soaked bags and opened the door. Yet again I tripped over the doorframe, throwing me onto the floor and sending my bags flying.

'Damn it!' I cursed. I began to pick myself up, when suddenly a hand appeared from above me. I looked up, and saw one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen in my life. He had piercing, deep green eyes, tousled bronze hair and a completely flawless face. He also seemed to be laughing.

Today was definitely not one of my better days.

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