Disclaimer- Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Prologue

I sat across from the principal, and he was looking incredulous. What was wrong with wanting to gain a new experience in order to write a novel? Then again, it was an all boy's school, so if someone besides the principal found out, it would be a problem.

"So, what do you think?" I asked.

"Miss Swan," he said. "You do realize that your safety is at risk if any of the boys find out."

"But if my story gets published, then I will mention your school, and how nice it was. Of course, if anyone finds out, I will go straight home."

"It's good for publicity, and you have won many writing competitions, so I suppose you can try it," he said reluctantly.

"Thank you so much, sir!" I said, excited.

"And your parents have approved of this?" He verified.

"My mom said yes since she travels a lot, and I never see my father, so it's okay."

Talking about my family was depressing. I knew that they didn't care about me all that much, but it was still a shame to have them say yes to me going away so easily.

"Besides, weren't you just telling me that you need more students with good grades? I can assure you that I have a 4.0"

He seemed to be shaking his head.

"Ms. Swan, if anything goes wrong, I do not want to be held responsible."

"Yes," I agreed. "It was my idea, so I will take full responsibility if I get hurt for some reason. Besides, I doubt that the boys here are violent, and I requested to have a room to myself."

"What are you going to do about your appearance?" He asked me.

"My appearance? Oh, I'm going to get my hair cut really short and get a wig. Of course, pair it with glasses and baggy clothes and you have a boy." I was so proud of myself. The principal had seen how organized I was, and agreed.

"All right then, you will receive your schedule and room number in a week. Please remember that your scholarship will only last if you receive excellent grades."

I nodded, excited. Yes, I would do well!

"Well, thank you for all of your time, Mr. Franklin, I will see you later." And with one last wave, I walked out the door, carefree.

My time at Forks High School was going to be great! It wasn't a really well known boarding school, but it was good enough. What could go wrong? I was athletic, so I could keep up with the boys in gym, and knew karate.

Yes, I was prepared. The only thing to do would be to keep it a secret, and that was easily done.