Flashback;

I was pushed into the locker yet again, and this time I saw blood;

I had bit my lip as the locker had met its target and my teeth had broken through the soft skin on my lip.

I hated days like these, my life in forks was like a cycle, never changing.

Go to school, pay attention to the teachers, get bullied and teased in the hallways, spend lunch in the library with Angela and Alice. Go home finish homework and repeat everything yet again.

I was kicked in the side and tried to hide my whimper but still they heard; and then they laughed.

"Leave her alone" I heard someone scream.

I looked through my lashes to see Alice my best friend arguing with Edward Cullen who towered over her, but I was not worried. Even though Alice is pixie sized she made up for it in attitude, also I knew she wouldn't get hurt because the fool she was arguing with was her brother.

Yes her biological brother and even thought the loathed each other they wouldn't actually hurt each other, unless of course I was involved

"Stay out of this" he shouted back at her "its none of your business!" "oh ya?" she retorted "so you picking on my best friend is none of my business?" she was still facing him, when Emmett came up behind her and pulled her out of the room, the rest of them followed throwing sneering glances at me, and I just stayed there and cried.

I don't know how long I was there for but suddenly I felt someone sit beside me and I pulled away from him "I'm sorry Isa" he whispered before he stood again.

It always happened this way; he would assist them in beating me up, and then come back and apologize.

At first I thought that it would be the end of them bullying me and then Edward would come apologize and the same thing would happen the day after.

He had some nerve that Edward Cullen. "Isa?" Alice whispered, I had not even realised that Edward had left and Alice had came "Isa?" she asked again. Worry seeping through her composed tone, and then I burst into tears

"I'm sorry Alice" I blubbered "I cant…I have to…I'm moving" I whispered at last.

It was quite at first and then she started screaming "what!! No Isa please, don't leave me here alone!" now we were both crying and I couldn't help the words that sprung from my lips "but you're their sister. What if you become one of them too?"

End of flashback;

I turned on my side and looked at the pattern on my wall.

My apartment was of course decorated with pictures of me, my employers and all the famous people I've met, my favourite of course was the picture of Alice, Angela and I, but since I now went by a different name I had to remove all traces of my past, including contacts with any members of forks.

I remembered the day after me and Alice's argument that I had left.

She had texted and rang but I had deleted every text and ignored every call until I had just got a new phone.

I was angry at myself and at everyone; I didn't talk to anyone from la push or forks, I only occasionally talked to Renée and when I didn't I just said that I was busy;

In a way I was right, I was constantly working on my modelling and promotions for my new fragrance 'la Bella' and along with that I had tutoring three days a week.

I was being employed from a wider range of employees but still had my three main employers.

My manager Marc Jacobs and other main employers Ralph Lauren and Victoria.

Where as Ralph Laurent, Marc Jacobs were good but severe friends Vicky and I were the best of pals,

We knew better to be best friends as I could get offered a new manager and have to move but still she offered me the best positions for modelling and cared only about what I want to wear, she also took the sketches I drew for her into account and even thought I had tried to stop her, she had actually made and sold several products that I had created;

She was my best friend.

I turned onto my other side finding nothing interesting to note from the wall and found myself looking over the Thames River.

My apartment was situated on the side bridge and had a nice view of my whole surrounding area.

As I was one of the most famous models in England, it was a lavish two story apartment, with the ceiling covered in greenery and my favourite flowers, freesias and daisy's.

It had two guestrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, a sitting room, a study room, and a photography room for when I wanted to develop my photos. And then of course there was my bedroom, which was painted a midnight blue, and a four-poster bed and had its own en-suite and bathroom, the side wall was pure glass but was bullet-proof to 'protect me from the crazy people' as Vicky put it

Another part of the bedroom was dedicated to books, I had collected a variety of books through the years as I preferred reading to shopping, and anyway I got loads of clothes for free to publicize them.

I was uncomfortable and no matter what position I was in I could not get cosy so I pulled on my dressing gown and went into the apartment kitchen.

Today was the day that I would be leaving for my supposed 'holiday'

More like torture in my case.

My employers were sending me to forks because they were afraid that I would become too full of myself like all of their other clients, and had sent me away. Of course they couldn't have known about my past so I wasn't angry with them but still….

My suitcases were packed and everything was ready so I went for a quick shower and picked out my Caren Miller brown dress with auburn patterned jeans underneath and that along with my brown Armani cardigan and ugg boots I left the building.

The bellboy was waiting in the lounge and rushed to my side immediately, I handed him my suitcases and instructed him to give it to my driver;

I felt like walking today.

I grabbed a coffee from starbucks and after having a look around for the last time, I headed to the London airport in my Porsche.

The press of course being my best friend –note sarcasm- were all parked outside and indeed some of them had slept outside just to get an exclusive interview with me, pity that I had no plans of going through there.

I had a diversion, if you will, planned. I girl who was my look-a-like and was now stepping out of my normal set of wheels and the press immediately swarmed around her;

This was my time to shine! I quickly slipped by unnoticed by the paparazzi and breezed passed security into my private jet.

The pilot I had instructed to fly me to forks (or rather Vicky had instructed him) was one of the top three most famous pilots due to the amount of lives he had saved when a plane had some sort of accident, and with only one person and the hostess to guard, I was sure we would all make it out alive.

Speaking of the waiter she came over and offered me the choice of a coffee or a cocktail.

I picked an orange juice, because to be frank I didn't enjoy alcohol at all.

I was sixteen and in some countries that was illegal but Vicky always says to enjoy it while it lasts, but really I just got a really bad hang-over in the morning..

I put my earphones in my ears and put on Clair de loon,

And let myself relax as I listened to the music…

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And it will hopefully be up soon.

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From

Affarie Ava Mai

(Ella-Ava Rose)

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