A/N- So I went to see the Twilight movie last night and I thought it was really good. I keep hearing people complaining, but I thought it flowed well and covered all of the key plot elements. For a book turned into a movie, it was amazing. There were only a couple things that made me mad, such as the fact that they didn't have Jasper's power in it (AHHH!), but other than that I loved it. One thing I didn't understand though was that Golden Onion. What was the point of it? Well, after thinking about it awhile, I found my own point, so ha! It's really short, but oh well. It takes place during Bella's state of depression in New Moon. Please Review with your thoughts, comments, suggestions, questions, or anything else. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I am not Stephanie Meyer or Catherine Hardwicke and own nothing Twilight.

The Golden Onion

I arrived at school just as the tardy bell rang. Less down time was always a good thing. Less time I was left alone with my ever betraying thoughts. I made my way through the somewhat crowded hallways, filled with overall cheerful students making their way to their first class. I recognized all of them. Some of them were even my friends, if you could call them that anymore. But I didn't stop, didn't acknowledge them, I just wasn't in the mood. I never was in the mood.

I arrived at my locker and quickly put in the combination. It opened on the first try, and I hastily gathered up the books I would need for the morning, except one. My Chemistry book was nowhere to be found. I thought back, unable to think of where I had seen it last. I quickly looked over the contents of my locker again, this time running my hand over the forgotten top shelf of my locker. My short legs didn't give me good access to this area, so I rarely put anything up there. As I searched, my hand came into contact with a smooth round, ball-like object. I was unable to think of what it could be so I pulled it down in order to inspect it.

As my eyes came into sight of it, I completely froze. My backpack dropped out of my hand, but I still couldn't move. The bell rang for first period, but I still stayed rooted to my spot. The object in question was a tiny golden trophy. The trophy I won last year in Biology. The trophy I won with him. The Golden Onion. My mind became flooded with memories. The day we won was the first day he talked to me. One of the best days of my life. My mind went over the conversation again, which was forever embedded in my memory. My eyes filled with tears, and I shoved my head into the shadows of my locker so no one would witness.

I had to get out of there before I completely broke down. I grabbed my bag and jogged out of the building; I had to get home. I tore out of the parking lot, willing myself not to look at the gaping hole in my dash. The golden onion was sill clutched in my hand as I drove. I was unable to discard of it. I arrived at my house and quickly parked my truck and ran inside. I stumbled up the stairs and into my room, where I slammed the door. As I turned to face my room I noticed my Chemistry book lying on my bed. I picked it up and threw it against the wall before I laid down and let the emotions flow.