Bella's POV

My mother insisted that I take the trip the school was offering, the trip that was simply showing us a college that we would most likely go to.  The people that picked this college, the one we were going to in two days, would have a choice to go to the college campus and check out where they wanted to go.  I didn't want to go on this trip, though I really did want to go to the college.  It was in Spain and was supposed to be one of the best colleges in the world.  I didn't know about that, but I guess that I would never know, because I would never go to every college in the world, I would just have to go by how good I thought it was.  I got really good grades, finishing highschool at the top of my class.  It was summer and I was going on this trip with people all over the country.  My mother and father were devorced and I was currently visiting with my mother for a month.  My father was back in Forks, Washington. 

"Bella, please, I want you to go on this trip." My mother said, once again trying to get me to budge about going on this trip.  She started her famous puppy dog pout that always got her what she wanted, and she knew it was my weakness.

"Mom, I want to be here during the summer and the trip is for two months.  I just got here, I want to be able to see you before school starts up."

"I don't care about that, we can still email each other.  You are going to go on that trip." She gave me a stern look.

"Fine mom, I'll go, but I won't have fun." I told her, knowing that that could very well be a lie.  I didn't care, I was going to have to go anyway, my mother wouldn't let me not go.  I guess I had no choice.  I was going to Spain.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetie!" My mother started jumping up and down, coming my way to hug me tightly.

"Thanks mom." I hugged my hair-brained mother back just as tightly as she was hugging me.