What would you do if you got sucked inside your favorite book? What if it's Twilight? Life imitates art imitates life couldn't be a more fitting line! The story starts off with a regular girl from Southern California, only to suddenly find herself immersed in Stephenie Meyer's book "Twilight".

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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Twilight. Yes, I wish I owned Edward Cullen. But yes, I have a real life version of Edward Cullen. No, that doesn't have anything to do with this story. Yes, I'm shutting up now!

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Preview: SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS BOOK, I'M NOT ISABELLA SWAN!

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 1: You've Got The Wrong Girl! ("Bella" 's POV)

I quite possibly blinked a total number of 20 times. Consecutively. Just in the past 8 seconds. Makes me kind of dizzy, really. Anyway, why? Simple…

The last thing that I remembered doing at the moment was, well, doing some business in the bathroom. No, not number two, you dork of a reader, just number one. It was then that I started to hear a couple of voices screaming at the top of their lungs. Basically, I deduced from just hearing that that those voices were my parents', and that once again, they were verbally, and rather loudly, arguing as if there was no tomorrow.

"Oh God, stupid parents always fighting…" I mumbled under my breath. And then I felt it. I started to feel woozy. Not wanting to faint on the spot (sitting on the toilet, sure that'd be fun), I remained inside the bathroom. With my back to the wall, I had my eyes closed as some sort of weird pressure… um, pressed (sorry, I'm not very eloquent) on my whole body for what seemed like an eternity, only to end so swift and quickly that I could've sworn I hadn't felt it… until… oh God, I still don't know what I'm thinking right now.

That moment feels like a century ago. What the frick, right? Anyway… Why? Again, simple!

The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to a strange and unfamiliar view, with my hand outstretched. And all that registered in my brain was this: Holy Flying Fart In OUTER Space.

Classroom? No. Laboratory classroom! Why?!

Man in white coat, doctor? No. Teacher! Who?!

Paper in my hand? Yeah… a speeding ticket? Doesn't look like it but…

WHERE AM I?!

As I scrutinized the piece of blue paper closer, I read that it said "FORKS HIGH SCHOOL: New Student Hall Pass". What new student? Me?? I'm in junior college!

Again, I blinked for what seemed to be the nth time this minute. Understanding, plus panic, somewhat set in as the words "FORKS HIGH SCHOOL" echoed in my mind. What, what, what?

MORE IMPORTANTLY, wasn't I just in the privacy of my own bathroom, minding my own business??

Hi, everyone, can you all hear the wheels turn as the hamster in my head runs around like the coffee it drank this morning was spiked?! I was deafened by my own brain trying to comprehend this situation, to say the least.

"Glad you could make it in time for class, Miss Swan," said the burly middle aged man in front of me. For a second or two, it didn't sink in. I stared at the man in front of me, with his hand out.

NO! You've got the wrong girl! I wanted to holler.

Buuuut… not wanting to create a scene, I just nodded - thanking God that the teacher hadn't made me introduce myself in front of the class - and handed him the piece of paper.

No, no, NO! This is NOT from THAT book!

But if I wasn't mistaken, an even scarier scene was to appear before me next. My gut was scrunching up, like what always happens when I'm nervous or anxious or scared or all of those combined. Slowly and surely, I took a step deeper into the classroom. I let my eyes roam around the classroom just for a fraction of an inch, hoping SO MUCH that my suspicions would prove to be oh so wrong.

Lord, please don't do this to me. Don't I pray enough?!

I took another step. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable. I felt detached from myself, as if my body wasn't my body. I felt like a klutz to the utmost degree. I sincerely wondered what was wrong with me. I had a burning suspicion that my body wasn't mine.

Sure, I'd like to re-learn stuff from high school and get a better SAT score, but please… not this way…

I caught a glimpse of my arm… why was I so pale? Oh god, I'm ASIAN. Southeast Asian, too, to boot! Why the hell am I pale as a-

!!

-a vampire!

HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL…Y WHITE TEETH. I had to suppress the gasp that had formed and stuck inside my throat when the realization STRUCK me. I was still walking, and found a table two spots away from where I was standing with a chair empty. It was a table for two, and the far end of that free table's side was already occupied. Basically, hi, lab partner…

Right?

Oh shoot, LAB partner. THAT lab partner. Oh no, no, no, no! That means only one thing! My thoughts raced inside my head as I felt my pulse quicken and cheeks burn. Holy crap, I don't blush! My eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

You've got to be kidding me.

As if I was distracted from my sudden realization, I didn't notice that I had arrived at the table… that I knew I had to dread the most. Or anticipate. Or both. I looked up a teensy bit to check who was to be my lab partner from now on. However, when I met his eyes, I felt the biggest chill to ever go down my spine.

Crap, this beats a meet and greet backstage pass.

There it - or rather, he? - was. God's gift to earth. Or maybe not God's - but some other cruel creature's - given gift, but a gift nonetheless. This person, who seemed to be looking at me as if I was some sort of monster who was going to eat them all up, had the most breath taking face… in the history of most breath taking faces EVER.

Anyway, no, the author of that book was not kidding when she described this peculiar man who looked no older than 17 years of age as downright dazzling. ARGH! Help me, someone! ANYONE! IfeellikeI'mmeltinginmyshoes,isthatevenpossible?!

Bronze, not quite short but not quite long either hair that was a bit messy, onyx coloured deep, deep eyes, the most luscious jaw line and collarbone ever, perfectly toned and sculptured forearm, perfect luminous skin were what this boy who was clinging onto the black table top of our prep table, looking like a Greek God's statue possessed…. Oh crap, I'm being dazzled, despite his animosity towards me. I blinked a couple of times fast - again - trying to regain whatever composure I could muster up that was left in my feeble little dazzled mind.

I knew what this scene was about. Blood lust. I knew what he was thinking of and struggling with. Control. Fear. And yet…

I couldn't break free from staring at him, that I was sure of to some degree. It was like I was a sunflower, blooming for the first time and turning to face the sun. Except I wasn't just one sunflower, but a field full. But I did - good job me!! Or I think it was mostly because even I was a tiny bit annoyed with the way he looked at me. A mixture of anger, rage, fury - though those words seem to mean the same, I know - were on his face. I didn't think that would be possible on any face, be it human… or not. However, it didn't affect his perfect face one bit… I dare say it might've even added a sexy factor to it more. Dear lord, where is my train of thought headed to, Hogwarts? Sigh.

Holy… I chanted some rather not-very-tasty words in my head afterwards, trying to keep calm. I'm sitting beside Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, VAMPIRE (!!), "gentleman", pianist, gorgeous, sexy, hot, smolderingly beautiful and most of all, FICTIONAL CHARACTER - or so I thought - face to face!

SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS BOOK, I'M NOT ISABELLA SWAN!

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Okie dokie, some minor clarifications are in order!

Yes, the point of view is technically Bella's, but more along the lines of… mine. Doesn't make sense? Well of course it doesn't! At least not yet :D But…okay, so it's about ME waking up, living life in Bella's vampire-filled shoes. Ho-snap!

What the heck is this about, you say? Okay, imagine yourself waking up one day… INSIDE THE BOOK TWILIGHT. I KNOES OMAGAH RIGHT?! I'd so totally freak. And that's what I'm doing! I'm just… re-telling my own version of Twilight. Quite literally… if I were sucked in it. Some people might know about this one anime called "Fushigi Yuugi" or "Mysterious Play". Yes, this is a Twilight Meets Fushigi Yuugi tale… minus the 7 warriors and all that magic (though Edward is magical, yum yum). Anywayyyy… LOL imagine yourselves in THIS situation! HAHAHAHA cuz I AM!! WHEEE SO FUN 3