To Intorqueo: *sarcastic tone* sorry I ruined Paramore for you, really sorry. You don't know how sorry I am..*regular tone* I don't care if I ruined Paramore for you. I really don't care. If you didn't like the story, then you should of stopped reading my story after the first couple of lines.

"I'm gonna make you bend and break
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show (let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that makes the words come to life
"Who does he think he is"
If that's the worst you've got better put your fingers back to the keys

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter

One night yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See He tastes like you only sweeter
ohhhhhh

I'm looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
Is always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand
One night stand, OH!

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter

One night yeah one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter

They say I only think in the form of
Crunching numbers in hotel rooms
Collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind
Gets you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from
Getting you into the mood (wa-ooooohhh)

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter

One night yeah one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter

One night yeah one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter" Thanks For The Memories by Fall Out Boy

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BELLA'S POV

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When I got to Forks, I was kind of expecting my dad to be the same: not show any emotion or try to hide his emotions for when I saw him. I kind of freaked him out when I saw him in the airport lobby…

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"Bella!" I heard my dad's voice in the airport lobby. I looked to the source of the voice. Once I saw my dad waving his hands in the air like a maniac, I did something that even got me unexpected; I ran and jumped on my dad to hug him.

"Missed you too, Bells." He said while chuckling at my reaction.

"Sorry." I said with a cheeky smile. "I just really missed you. I haven't seen you in such a long time." Yeah, I thought, I haven't seen or experienced a flash* for about two months either… (* by flash means one of those episodes where she sees the death of a person right before she goes to sleep.)

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Right now, I was unpacking and preparing my clothes for tomorrow morning when I go to school. I'm happy I won't have to have a ride in the cruiser, since my dad is the chief of police of Forks, to school. That would just feel weird to me. Anywho, my dad ended up buying me a truck from one of his friends that live in another town here in Washington. I think the town's name was La Push or something like that.

I looked over at the clock and saw it seemed like an appropriate time to go to sleep. I changed into my pajamas and slipped under the covers and into a sleepless, flashless dream.

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When I woke up in the morning, it was hell. I am not a morning person. It used to take my mom an hour just to wake me up in the morning for school. Since it was the first day at a new school, I actually made myself get up early and get dressed and out of the house with plenty of time to make a good impression.

When I arrived at school, there was almost no one in the parking lot. I was very grateful for that. I didn't want to face hundreds of eyes looking over me like a predator looking over his prey after the kill. Right now, this part was the kill, when more people start to arrive, that's when the predators (people who live here) look over their prey (me).

I fast walked to the front office to get my list of classes I was going to have the rest of the school year. When I got there, I was greeted with plants and a red-haired secretary looking through a pile of papers in front of her. When she heard me approaching her, she looked up at me and smiled.

"Hi, sweetie." She said. " I'm guessing you're the Chief's daughter, am I right?" damn, I have to be polite… I at least need to be polite. I didn't was to be known as the rude daughter of the Chief.

"Yup!" I said. "Isabella Swan at your service, but I prefer to be called Bella." I'm at least happy she didn't call me by full name.

The red-haired haired secretary smiled brightly at my greeting. "Here you go sweetie. This paper shows the routes to all of your classes," she handed me a paper that was highlighted with different colored high-lighters. "this one is your schedule and this is a slip you need all your teachers to sign and come back and turn it in at the end of the day." She handed me a list of classes and the other paper for the teachers to sign.

"Thank-you…" I squinted to see her name on her name tag. "…Mrs. Cope."

She kept that smile on her face and said, "Have a great first day, honey."

I walked out of the office with a smile on my face. No stranger has ever treated me that nice ever.

I headed to my first class since I didn't want to outside and face those vultures. The teacher signed my slip, handed me a book, and told me where my seat was going to be for the rest of the semester. I smiled shyly at him and went to my seat.

Teens started pouring into the classroom when the warning bell rung. They came in all chatty but noticed something was different about the classroom and where met with me. All of a sudden, it got very, very quiet. I was thinking about shouting 'I'm a person, not a zoo animal to be stared at!' I swear, if there wasn't so many of them and if the teacher wasn't here, I would of probably let my temper get the better of me. With me having a, as I like to call it, "sixth sense", the voices from the deceased I heard made my head hurt frequently, and my temper to snap at anyone who didn't do anything wrong.

It pretty much went like this until lunch hit. I was grateful that some girl, I think her name was Jessica, asked me to sit with her and her friends during lunch. I didn't want to look more like an outcast than I already was with my sixth sense. I really didn't like to eat cafeteria food after an incident during lunch when I was in junior high. My friends had put something into my food which made me throw it up all later that day. Turns out, it was their April's Fool joke on me. And it wasn't even April. They knew that they had it coming when they did that prank on me. I always get revenge on whoever pranks me, and I get them back twice as bad as they got me. So, it turned out that I made them slip on the mud when the rain came and got them dirty with mud during p.e. And I also knew their gym locker combos and I put some live worms in their school clothes. At the end of school, I had gotten out early from my class and ended up messing up their hair. I forgot what I used… dammit! I knew I shouldn't have forgotten! That would come in handy sometime in the near future…

After we sat down at the lunch tables, I felt someone stare at me. I turned around and saw five inhumanly beautiful people walking to a table a couple down from the one I was sitting at.

There were three guys and two girls.

The first guy had curly brown hair and looked like a body builder, or looked like he was on steroids. The second guy had blonde hair and was leaner than the first one, but still well-built. The third one looked liked the youngest from the three of them. His hair was a weird bronze colored and looked leaner than compared to the other two.

The girls were opposites. The first one looked like she just stepped out from a photo-shoot. She had waist long, blonde hair and was tall. Her hair looked almost exactly like the same shade as the blonde dude. The second girl was shorter than the blonde girl and had a pixie-styled, jet-black, hair pointing in all directions. She was petite in form.

They all had pale-white skin and the same colored eyes. Under their eyes, there was purple bruise-like splotches that made it looked like they haven't slept in a long time. I couldn't help but noticed that it looked like they were all paired-off as couples except the bronze-haired guy.

I didn't want to ask what's-her-face that invited me to sit with her friends at lunch who those people were because I had a feeling she looked like a gossiper. And I hate gossip. I don't like to pass, hear, or create it.

Once the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, I went to my second to last class for the day. I had looked at the map Mrs. Cope had given me in the morning during lunch to see where it was located. I had realized I had passed it during one of my classes before heading to another class so I at least had a clue to as where it was.

I had gotten to class when there were just about 5 students in the classroom. I handed the teacher the slip I was to turn in after-school to Mrs. Cope and took a quick scan at the room and noticed the bronze-haired guy that looked inhumanly beautiful from lunch. Once the teacher handed me the slip, I stuffed it into my backpack, careful not to mess it up, while he was directing me to my seat for the rest of the semester. I am in a better mood today since no teacher had made me go up in front of any class and introduce myself.

I turned around and gave the bronze-haired dude a polite smile. He gave a stiff nod once I sat down. I noticed that he had moved his stool further away from me. Hey, he was being rude to me! That's my job to do to other people! At least he returned my greeting. If a person would have smiled at me that had no fucking idea who they were, I would probably just flip them off then ran off not wanting to see their reaction to when I did that.

When I heard the teacher begin the lesson, I heard the voices start shouting. Grrr… I hate it that I can never understand them when the talk! And to make things better, I was getting a fucking headache! Why did they have to pick now to start shouting?! They were perfectly quiet during the day.

I put my first two fingers from both hands at my temples and rubbed them in a circular motion. I felt as if someone was staring at me again and I stopped rubbing my temples and looked up and noticed it was the bronze-haired guy. He was looking concerned for me. Then, he looked down, got his pencil and scribbled something on a piece of paper. When he finished writing, he tore the paper out of binder and passed it to me. What the fuck?

Are you alright? Was written in his elegant writing.

I picked up my pen I had and scribbled no on to the paper and passed it back to him.

He looked at what I wrote and scribbled something else on it. He passed it back to me when the teacher wasn't looking.

What's wrong?

I've got a really bad headache.

Why don't you just go to the nurse and go home?

I've gotten these kinds of headaches before and I predict it should go away by the time next period comes.

You sure you're alright?

Instead of writing back to him, I just nodded and faked my best smile showing I was fine. His faced looked puzzled for a moment that if I would have blinked, I would have missed it, and then he smiled back at me. I smiled back a real smile and went back to rubbing my temples.

Gosh, why now to get a headache? I just know what's going to happen before I go to sleep tonight. And I am not looking forward to it.

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I got home and started to make dinner for me and dad. God knows he doesn't know squat about cooking. He'll probably end up food poisoning us if he cooked. After dinner, I finished the rest of the homework I wasn't able to complete before making dinner. I took a shower and blow-dried my hair before going to bed.

Right when I hit that border between consciousness and unconsciousness, I heard music lulling me, pulling me, to the flash I was going to have tonight. Then I felt the all familiar, yet scares me too death, feeling of my body becoming immobile.

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark...

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