As you can see, i am back with another story. Definitely something different than what I'm used to. This story will be long and will be something different than anything you have ever read (unless you have read MOTU). Hopefully, anyone who reads this story will follow it until the end and see what becomes of my characters.

"Alice, what the hell are you doing"?

I walked into the bedroom to find my roommate, and best friend, Alice, on the floor surrounded by tons of papers. Her hair was much wilder than I had ever seen it and I could see the frustration etched across her face.

"I can't find my acceptance letter," she said while hastily searching through stacks of mindless things that she most likely didn't need. "I need to find it so I can mail it to my mom. She wants to frame it."

I laughed lightly and walked back into the bedroom, leaving Alice to her mini crisis. I knew she would find it eventually in the most unlikely place. She always did.

I for one had already spent my own time expressing my feelings about my acceptance. The Los Angeles Film Academy was a place I had dreamed about going since I realized that I had a talent for writing. Being a screenwriter was all I wanted to do after the tragic death of my mother, Renee, over a year ago. It was a horrible car accident and a drunk driver that took her away from me. I knew that getting accepted would have made her proud.

She has always told me that I had a gift when it came to writing, and I hadn't truly believed her until now.

My father, Charlie, had taken Renee's death pretty hard also, even thought they had separated years ago, just after I had been born. I had lived with him for about 5 years while Renee went off to New York with her now widowed husband Phil. I had gone to visit them for Christmas, deciding that I could spend one away from Charlie. It was only going to be there for 5 days. During those 5 days was when it happened.

Sometimes I cried about it.

Sometimes I would see something that reminded me of her and I couldn't hold back the tears.

Getting accepted into LAFA was what she would have wanted, so I focused more on my writing than I ever had before. Now here I was. Packed and ready to go.

I looked towards the bedroom door where I could see papers being thrown by Alice, still in her frustrated tirade. I thought about what it would be like when we left. We had both lived in Phoenix, Arizona all of our lives, and had never been so far as to the next state over. Now, in less than 24 hours we would be on the road, headed to Los Angeles, California. It made me tingle with anxiousness and excitement to think about it.

Even though I was nervous and uncertain of what life in college would be like, I was simultaneously glad that I had this opportunity.

My whole life had seemed like one big mass of uncertainty and a roller coaster of emotion. But now I felt as if I could finally say that I knew exactly where I was going and what I would do to get there. Now I felt as if I knew where my life was directly headed and what paths I would take to reach my final destination.

The next day I woke up at 6 a.m to the sound of continuous beeping, but other than that, silence. It was so early that the birds didn't even have the energy to sing their melodic songs.

I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock and rolled over to find the lights all on in the living room and kitchen. Alice must be up. I always envied her willingness to wake up at early hours without ever showing signs of exhaustion as I did.

"Bella, get up!" she yelled into the room.

I knew that making Alice late or getting her off schedule in any way would most likely start World War 3, so I managed to tumble out of bed, into the bathroom, and wash my face and brush my teeth at the exact time that Alice expected me to be done. My clothes were already laid out from when I had picked them the previous night. I made sure to pick out something comfortable and easy to take a long car ride in.

At 6:45, Alice's brothers, Mason, came to help us load up the car.

She kissed him goodbye and I gave him a small hug.

By 7, we were officially on our way.

Los Angeles was much bigger and much more crowded then I could have ever imagined. I knew that it was a busy city, but I had assumed that living in Phoenix would have prepared me for this.

Not a chance.

It took over an hour and a half to get to the campus. The school looked better in person than it did online. The energy that radiated from it was one of positive feelings. Students bustled from building to building. Some were carrying large cameras on tripods. Some looked as if they were rehearsing lines under a few shady trees. Others were either poured over books or fiercely writing in notebooks. As Alice and I stood on the edge of the campus, I knew that we both felt the same thing. Even though we both came from a large city, here, we might as well have been from the most secluded prairies of Kansas.

We began to make our way through the campus, awing and gaping like idiot tourists. Luckily, Alice and I had requested being put into the same room, so if we got lost, atleast we were lost together.

After a few wrong turns and lots of directions, we arrived at our room, on the second floor. As we opened the door and stepped inside, I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my new life.

Alice through her bags onto the bed that she had claimed and I settled on the other side of the room, flopping on the bed with a loud sigh, relishing in the fact that I was officially a college student.

I had chosen my classes based on what seemed the most flexible, but would give me the rigorous studies that I needed to become the successful screenwriter that I wanted to be. I and Alice had arrived around 2 p.m, having driven nonstop 6 hours from Phoenix to Los Angeles, taking a few bathroom and lunch breaks. We had the option to start class the next day, but I knew that I wanted to jump right in, so I was going to go to my "Introduction to Los Angeles Film School" class.

Alice, on the other hand, had applied to the college to pursue her dream of acting. She had participated in plays, theatre groups, and even a few student films. I knew that she would get in without a doubt, unlike me, who had only won a few writing contest. There was a restaurant on campus that we went and sat down at.

Alice took out her schedule and examined it.

"I don't think I'm going to any major classes today," she said. "The Intro class is probably the most I'll do and then I'm going to bed."

I seconded that. The drive had been exhausting and we were both in need of some rest.

After we finished our food, we made our way over to the building where the Introduction class was being held.

The whole class was much less boring than I had originally thought. I learned some of the expectations of the college and things that I would learn and improve while here. There were extracurricular activities also and I even got a list of places that were hiring students who wanted jobs on campus.

By the end of the session, I was more excited than ever to start my classes. I could tell that Alice was also a bit more giddy than usual.

The Introduction had been about 2 hours long and the sun was setting so I knew that I needed to get some sleep if I was ever going to wake up in time to get to my first class of my first year of college. It wouldn't look good at all if I was late.

When we got back to the room, I immediately climbed into bed. I was too tired to take a shower so I would have to get one in the morning. I set my alarm for 6:30 so that there would be no chance of me being late for my 7:30 class.

Alice hopped into her bed just as I turned off my bedside lamp.

"Bella."

"Yes."

"Are you nervous?" Alice asked me.

"A little. But everything is going to be ok." And I meant that. Even through some of the challenges that I had faced, such as accepting my mother's new boyfriend, her death, and my father's pain over all of it, I knew that it could only get better from here.

Alice said nothing else after that, and turned off her lamp.

I buried myself deeper into the comforter, and into the blanket I had brought. The one Renee had quilted for me, composed of shirts from all of our adventures and trips together.

I closed my eyes and drifted peacefully into sleep.

There was the first chapter. I hope you liked it. PLEASE REVIEW! Reviews will help me continue to write, but subscribing to my story also motivates me. Special Thanks to my friend Mary for getting excited about me writing a BDSM story. This chapter was more of a introduction to my characters and setting so don't be disappointed. I promise you will be seeing a LOT of lemony sex in future chapters.