A/N: Okay, I finally got my laptop back and I'll update the others soon, but now here is a totally new idea that I must thank my bff Katie for...and the guidance counselors at our school… oh yeah, the title is French for "in the hands of destiny"…I think

Dans Des Mains Du Destin

I choked, suddenly at loss for words. My eyes grew wide and I shivered uncontrollably as the words slowly echoed in the dark chambers of my mind. It was inconceivable, incogitable, impossible, but yet, it had happened. I was partners with my most loathsome enemy.

It all began when I first began this school, which happened to be on the first day of the last month before summer began. The teachers had posted a sign-up sheet, where kids volunteered for the sole purpose of being a big brother or sister a group of new freshmen for the coming year. At first I decided not to; the crinkly, mustard yellow paper was the least convincing. But it could have potential and look good on my resume, so I signed up. Charlie was proud, he thought it was a great idea. Personally, I could care less. As long as my future looked bright, then I was happy. So when I came on one of the last days of summer, sat in the bleachers of our gymnasium, and patiently waited to hear the name of the person who was going to help lead my group with me, it never occurred to me that there was a possibility of my partner being him. Note: one most always look at all the options.

Fluttering like a little butterfly, Mrs. Cope read the list. I watched and listened carefully, hoping that I would be paired with someone like Angela. I grew tense; what if my partner was a dork? Well, then again, I could deal with dorks. They had never been a problem for me before. After thinking this, I relaxed, knowing that it was a good possibility of me actually having a nice partner. Note: never underestimate the odds.

"Team 16 will be Isabella Swan…" I waited, taking a breath. Mrs. Cope's eyes sparkled, her dimples clear and visible as she spoke in an obvious swoon. Somebody had a crush. "And Edward Cullen."

I glared.

No, I did more then glare.

I screamed mentally, my face whiter than porcelain as I heard with horror my partner's name. I could feel myself pop, like a balloon that had been sitting with too much air. Edward Cullen was the most demonic, odious, vile, revolting, slime-haired, grease ball, idiotic, yellow-grinned, hell worthy, womanizing creature ever known to man kind.

"Wow, good luck with that." Mike said, almost jokingly. Note to self: find nearest crowbar and beat Edward over the head with it, and then beat Mike. It was satisfaction guaranteed.

Unfortunately, crowbars have not been introduced to the school's curriculum. And, extremely unfortunately, the wretch was already walking towards me, and I could feel my very bones rattle harshly and my ears explode as I heard the voice.

"Hello Bella."

A/N: I hope it's okay, and now there's only one thing to do…after I disclaim the book because, as usual, I forgot to

Okay, here I go (takes dramatic deep breath)

I hereby announce that I do not in any way own or have claim on twilight or any of the characters, which belong to the exquisite author, and although I may beg with all my might and cheat, or steal, or fake, or whatever dirty deed that may come to the human mind, the books are not rightfully mind and never shall be and I except the fact not so whole heartenedly yadda yadda yadda.

Phew, I thought that was never going to get done. Okay, so all that is left now is to review. You know, it's easy just put your little finger on the mouse, move the blinking cursor down over to that shiny periwinkle button…yes, good! See the shiny button! Shinnnnyyy…now stop drooling over the shiny button and click. Good! Now move your cursor to the review, and well, review! Thanx peeps!

-NewLeaf