Hi my name is Isabella Marie Swan. I am 20 years old. I graduated college early with a dance major. I currently live in Los Angeles. I work as a choreographer at IDA Hollywood. I teach hip hop, but I was trained in hip hop the, locking popping and lyrical hip hop. I also do Broadway, Contemporary, and Jazz. I love to work. I don't have to because my mom and dad are rich. My mom's name was Renee and her new husband's name was Phil Dwyer he was a baseball player. He didn't really have family and the ones that he did have they didn't get along. I was like a daughter to him. I really love him because he made my mom happy. I still remember the first time we got into an argument.

*FLASHBACK*

"Hey Bella, Hey Rene" he said walking into the room after dropping his practice gear. He came in the kitchen and gave me and my mom a kiss on the cheek. My mom and Phil look at each other then nod and turn to me.

"Hey Phil. What's up?" I asked sitting on the counter.

"We wanna talk to you for a second do you have time?" Phil said

"Sure go ahead. Is everything ok? Do I have to beat up Shawn again? I told him I wouldn't be as easy as I was on him the next time I gotta beat him up?" I said jokingly. Shawn is Phil's teammate. I get along with all of his team mates. Shawn is the Rookie so I gotta mess with him. I mess with all of the Rookies it's a tradition.

"No" he said chuckling. "This is really important to me." I nodded to him. "You know I love you like family and that I don't really get along with my family right?" he asked. I nodded to him again. He pulled out a manila envelope and handed it to me. "Then I wanna give this to you."

I walked to the Kitchen Island and hopped on the counter. I opened the contents and saw a lot of papers with my name and his names. After reading it for a second. I shook my head. I looked up at him. My eyes were swimming with tears. I was grateful and angry at the same time.

"Phil I love you like another dad. I am so grateful that you are giving me a trust fund, but I can't take it. It's too much. Not only are you giving me a trust fund, you are giving me your houses, your cars, and the rest of your money that would be in your account when you die. Are you sick? Please tell me you aren't sick. Why didn't you give anything to my mom? Did she get a cut? Are we splitting it?" By the time I was done I was hysterical. He pulled me into his arms.

"No sweetie I'm not sick I'm not going anywhere. I just want to make sure that you are well taken care of if something happens to us. If I die before your mom, you guys will split it ok?" he said after kissing my forehead. I reluctantly agreed. I still wasn't happy with the trust fund but I agreed. The trust fund has $300,000. He has 3 beach houses and 2 regular houses and 6 cars.

*End of flashback*

I agreed but I still didn't expect for them to be gone within a year. A stupid drunk driving accident. They were hit head on. My mom died instantly and Phil died on the operating table. That was the worst time in my life. I went to live with my dad and his new wife for about a year. I was happy to restart my life over with him. His wife Sue is really sweet. My dad is the police chief of Forks, Washington. He won the lottery when I was living with him. He calls me his good luck charm. I graduated from high school at the age of 16. I was still 116 when I went to Cornish College of the Arts in Seattle. I studied Contemporary ther and I went to a dance studio to study different types of hip hop. That's where I met my best friend Alice Brandon. She is a short pixie. She has an older brother named Edward. He goes out with Alice's boyfriends; Jasper Hale; Sister Rosalie Hale. We met the hale twins while going to the Cornish. We all moved to Los Angeles, I currently live by myself which, I am happy about I own an apartment in Hollywood by my Job. We all work at the same place. I teach hip hop and Broadway, Rosalie and Edward teaches the samba and Jasper teaches contemporary. I love my life. I just wish that I can find a guy that shares the same interest as me, and isn't dumb as the dirt on the bottom of my shoes. Hopefully that day is soon.