NEW STORY! Hmm… its kind of based off The Vampire Diaries but…its sort of different and I hope you guys like it!

This story is for The Best Australian EVER! ForeverMine1997 AKA Rosalie :P We talk about the weather:D

This year was going to be different. I could feel it.

I would no longer be the girl still moping from the loss of her parents.

Other than what I could feel, there was also the fake ommnius voice of my best friend Alice as we drove to school.

"Bellaaaaaaa, bbbbeeeelllaaaa, something going to change this year." She whispered as she drove. Then she erupted into a fit of mad giggles.

I smiled, "Just pay attention to your driving, you munchkin."

"Hey! Im not a munchkin!"

I laughed, "So what are you now? Psychic?"

"Maybe, yes." Alice mused, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

I raised my eyebrow and her.

"For instance," she started, "I know that your going to meet someone today. A tall, dark, mysterious someone."

I scoffed and Alice laughed as her car pulled into Rosalie Hale's driveway.

Alice honked and two seconds later Rosalie was running out of her house looking like Vogue model.

"Hey!" She whispered, out of breath as she climbed into the car.

"Hi!" me and Alice said to her. Then Alice started to drive.

"First day of our last year of school!" Alice squeaked.

"How awesome!" Rosalie grinned from behind.

"Yeah." I whispered, but my attention was otherwise absorbed.

"Stop the car, Alice." I mumbled.

"Uhm…ok?" Alice said as she pulled over to the end of the road.

I got out of the car, Rosalie and Alice right behind me.

"Whats UP Bella?" Alice said, walking fast behind me.

"That." I pointed to a house. "Isn't that Angela Webbers house?"

"Why is there police there?"

"Didn't you hear?" Rosalie asked.

"What?" I questioned.

"Her brother was found DEAD on Georgia Street." Alice put in.

"Jonathan? What was he doing on GEORGIA Street? No one goes there! It's always empty!"

"Come back to the car, Bella, we'll explain there." Rosalie said.

"Ok," I said as I followed her, only catching a glimpse of Angela Weber's tear-soaked face on the porch of her house.

"Spill!" I yelled as soon as we were in the car.

Alice started to drive and Rosalie talked, "Well, apparently, he was coming home from a club or something and he decided to take the shortcut from Georgia Street. His car was probably the only one there. When he didn't come home after 2:00am and wouldn't pick up his cell, his parents sent out a search party. He was discovered on the ground with his throat ripped out, next to his car on Georgia Street. Somebody murdered him."

I gasped.

"But she didn't tell you the weird part." Alice started, her gaze hard, "His body was completely DRAINED of blood. Not even a speck of blood was left in his system. Weird, eh?"

"Very." I mumbeled.

Dead boy on a street no one went to was weird enough. And then the no blood thing just made it creepy.

Alice parked in the driveway of Forks High. And we all got out. It was faintly drizzling.

"Let's wish if anything DOES change this year it's the weather." I mumbled pulling up my hood.

Alice giggled as we made our way to the school.

As soon as we entered, Kate Denali- a tall, gorgeous, blonde- came rushing to us.

"Hi!" She squealed as she hugged all three of us.

"Hey Kate!" Alice smiled, "you look exited!"

"I AM! Don't you know about the hot new guy that moved into our school?"

Rosalie made a face, "Err…no."

"He's ADORABLE! He's from Italy! His names like Edmund or something."

"That's cool." I said smiling.

Kate scampered away and other friends came to meet us. It'd been one long summer.

"Uhm, guys? I'll be right back." I mumbled heading for the washroom. My head was hurting.

"Ok!" Alice smiled.

I ran towards the bathroom, occasionally stopping to say hi to friends I hadn't seen in a while.

But soon the headache became too much to bear and I just ran to the bathroom.

Suddenly I tripped.

It was like everything was in slo-mo. I was falling back and I'd crash on my back and probably get my head cracked open.

I closed my eyes and started to count down.

3…2…1…

And my eyes flew open.

For sure I hadn't fallen on the hard floor of the hallway. Instead, there was a strong grip on my waist.

I sighed and my mystery savior pulled me up.

"Thank yo-" I stared, but I couldn't finish.

My savior's eyes where the weirdest shade of forest green with little golden specks.

I'd seen those eyes before.

My head was hurting even more now.

Where had I seen those eyes?

My head was pounding.

Something tugged at the back of my memory.

My parents car…the slippery hill…the crash…

I looked into his eyes one more time.

And then, I fainted.

A/N Oh, my god. Even I don't know where I'm going with this. Uhm… hah, thanks for reading!