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This is my first crossover so I apologise if it is a bit….. Whatever. Send me questions if you don't understand and I will try and answer.

So Enjoy.

Summary

After Edward leaves Bella, her father sends her off to St. Trinians, hoping that she will come out of her state of depression. What happens when she recognises some of the teachers and two of her roommates? Post New Moon. Sorry about the awful summary!

Chapter 1

Bella's POV

I stared out of the plane window, a tear falling down my cheek. It wasn't the first tear I had cried this week or even this month. Especially since he left. But that's not why I'm crying. My father, Charlie Swan, has just shipped me off to a boarding school. I came home from school yesterday to find both my father and my mother packing my things into a suitcase. I have never felt so unloved. Not only has my exbestfriend and my exboyfriend left me but now my parents don't want me either. Another tear rolled down my cheek for them.

Before I got on the plane Charlie handed me a leaflet for the school I'm now attending. St. Trinian's it read. The school for all girls. I sighed and threw it on the seat next to me. I didn't want to go to some posh school for girls. I wanted to stay at Forks High, where I had some recollection of the point in my life where I was happy.

Another tear ran down my cheek, but this was for the Cullen's. For Rose, Esme, Emmett, Carlisle, Alice, Jasper and Edward. I would miss Forks. I would miss the rain, the green and my quiet, suffer in silence father. I knew that he would be fine without me; he had his job, friends, fishing, the diner, steak and cobbler.

"Can you please fasten your seatbelts, we will be descending shortly. Thank you" a man said over the intercom. I quickly fastened my seat belt and let out yet another sigh. I wiped away the tears and took in a deep breathe. I squeezed the arm rest as the plane touched the ground and I knew there was no going back now.

When I stepped out of the airport, after collecting my bags, I felt the rain on my face. Great another rainy place. Just what I need. I thought in a sarcastic tone. A man stood in front of me, holding a sign that read Isabella Marie Swan. I walked towards him and said "Hello, I'm Isabella Swan." He nodded and smiled at me gently.

"Hello Miss Swan, my name is David. I will be driving you to St. Trinians, let me take your bags." He took hold of my largest suitcase and one of my shoulder bags. "Your father told me to give you this." He handed me a small package and a small brown envelope. I smiled at him and he turned around. He walked towards a small black Vauxhall and placed my bags in the boot. He then opened the door for me and I stepped into the back. I sat down and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter written in my father's handwriting. It read:

To my daughter, Isabella,

I hope you can forgive your mother and me, for shipping you off to boarding school. We believed it was best for you to get away from Forks. Since Edmund left you have barely functioned. You ate, slept, did homework and went to school. That was it. You answered questions directed at you but other than that you didn't communicate or anything. I would sit awake in my bedroom at night, listening to you scream for him not to leave you and it broke my heart each and every time.

I thought that over the weeks, this depression would pass. But it's been two months Bells. It was either this or to send you back to Phoenix.

I am very sorry it came to this.

Love you

From,

Your Father

Charlie Swan

Chief of Police

Forks, Washington

I knew he got his name wrong on purpose as he wrote, and another tear leaked from my eye. I quickly wiped it and put the letter back. I ripped open the package but dropped it when I felt a slight pain on my finger. A paper cut. The blood gently and quietly fell out of m finger. This was how it all started. My stupid humanity and fragile state.

I sucked the blood off of my finger and continued to open the package. Once the paper was gone it revealed a dark forest green box about the size of both my fists together. I opened the lid and revealed a small flat mobile phone. I lifted it out and ran my finger over the top. Underneath was an instruction manual. Motorola MotoRazr V3m. It had a dark red case on it, and I loved it. (A.N.: Type it into Google if you want to have a look.)

I smiled my first genuine smile in almost 2 months and I realised that Charlie had done the right thing. I felt normal and less empty for the first time in my life. I flipped open the phone and rung my old home number.

Bring, Bring.

Bring, Bring.

Bring, Bring.

Bring, Bring.

Bring, Bring.

Bring, Bring.

"Hello Swan residence. I am sorry but I can't get to the phone right now, leave a message after the beep." My father's voice was comforting, even if he hadn't picked up the phone.

!Beep!

"Hey Dad, It's me Bella. Thanks for the phone and everything. You were probably right. I did need to get away from Forks. Try not to go to the diner every night. Love you dad" and then I hung up. I took yet another deep breath and turned to watch the rain fall onto the car window.

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