Hey! Told you I would make another story! This is completely different, and it is ALL HUMAN. This is a short chapter because SOMEBODY (Zoe) was badgering me to upload it. :P So, here it is. Bella's car is on my profile. Thanks! :)

Bella

I love being a model, don't get me wrong. Though, sometimes, it can get annoying. I remember one time, I was at a movie premier, and I hugged my good friend, Johnny Depp. People automatically assumed I was having an affair with him, and his girlfriend chewed me out because their kids saw the tabloids. Ugh. Normally, models don't get recognized. Though, for some stupid reason, they love me because I have modeled with Prada, Gucci, Versace, Marc Jacobs, ect. Which, in a models case, is pretty fantastic. I am not conceited, mostly because I think I am pretty plain. My modeling agent spotted me when I was working at the store that was a block from my house in Jacksonville, with my mom and my step dad Phil.

Flashback

It was Dollar General, and we never got many customers. One day, a tall beautiful woman walked in screaming into her cell, and flipping her Chanel sunglasses off her eyes all at once.

"This little town sucks. I can't see why mom lives here." She said, clearly annoyed. She grabbed some vitamin water, and some dried apricots. She walked up to the register. I rung up her items, and she hung up off the phone. She flipped out her credit card and looked up at me. Her jaw dropped. I slid her card and bagged her items.

"How old are you?" She asked. I looked at her.

"Um, I'm f-fiteen." I said stuttering. She smiled.

"How would you like to become a model? With your parents permission of course." she said. My heart just about jumped out of my chest.

"Are you serious?" I asked skeptically. She cackled.

"As serious as a bad manicure." She said.

End of Flashback

So here I am, two years later, moving to the small town of Forks, Washington with my dad, Charlie. Don't get me wrong, I am so happy he is letting me live with him. Anything to get away from the stinky paparazzi. They called my flight, so I stood up, and walked to the terminal. When we finally took off, I plugged in my headphones on my iPod, and closed my eyes.

Next thing I know, I was woke up by the flight attendant, and hurriedly scrambled off the plane. Once I got my suitcase off the luggage thingy, I saw Charlie.

"Bells! Wow, is that you?" he asked while giving me an awkward hug.

"Has the rest of my stuff came yet?" I asked. I had shipped all my belongings the day before, except for the suitcase with necessities, in case they hadn't.

"Yeah, they came about an hour ago." he said. Yay! That meant my car was here! I had a red Nissan 350z. It rocked. I walked out of the airport with Charlie, and climbed into his police cruiser. I had a long day of unpacking ahead of me.

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