Hey guys. This is my second fanfiction. I'm writing this story because my other story, Cullens vs. Parkers is getting difficult to write. This story is going to be really easy to write though. At least I think so. PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Say it. Out loud- Edward
What?- Me
What don't you own?- Bella
Ummmm- Me
Say it or I'll rip your head off- Rosalie
Fine…(Mumbles incoherently)- Me
(Growls)- Rosalie
I DON'T OWN YOU GUYS!- Me
Finally! Can we go now?- Rosalie
No wait. Stay here and just Bella go and get everyone else- Me
Fine. I'll be right back- Bella
_Bella returns_
Good now that we're all here we can have a story because I need you guys for this- Me
Stephanie Meyer owns everything as always. I only own my ideas and all original characters.
I woke up feeling refreshed and happy. I felt refreshed because I had the best night of sleep anyone had ever had. I felt happy because I had a dream that Twilight was real and I was Bella. Now I feel sad because I know it's not real and that it's never going to happen. Oh well, I thought and then sighed.
It had just felt so real. That's why this was so hard to ignore. I could practically smell the moss and feel Edward's icy skin. Get over it Sierra, I thought angrily. Just then my mom yelled up the stairs. "Get up Sierra! You can't be late for school again!" she yelled up the stairs. "I'm already awake mom!" I yelled back.
I got out of bed and walked to my closet in my shorts and tank-top I had slept in last night. I walked inside and saw at least 20 Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse t-shirts. I think I may be just a little bit obsessed with it. Maybe. I grabbed a white tank-top and a pair of jean shorts. I slid them on and brushed my dark brown hair. My hair hung straight to my shoulders as it did every day, unless it was pulled back in a pony tail. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth taking my time for no reason. When I was sure my breath was minty fresh and my teeth were sparkling white I walked down the stairs for a pop tart.
I put a chocolate pop tart into the toaster and stood there to wait. I sighed. I still couldn't stop thinking about that dream! "Just a dream. That's all it was," I said out loud this time. "What sweetie?" my mom asked. "Oh nothing," I said breezily. "I have to go. Like you said I can't be late again. Love you!" I said and kissed her goodbye.
I walked out the door before she had time to say goodbye. I had left so quickly I forgot about my pop tart.
I walked into first period five minutes earlier than I had to be there. I sat down in my chair and waited for my best friend Amanda to walk in. While I waited I did my best not to think about the dream I had. It was the best dream I had ever had though and I didn't want to forget it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it, I chanted in my head over and over. As soon as I was about to cave, Amanda walked in the door.
"Hey!" I said cheerfully. I was so glad she walked in because I was going to start obsessing over my dream. "What's up?" she asked curiously. She knew me so well. "I had the best dream ever last night," I said excitedly. "Ooh, what was it about?" she asked. "My dream was about Twilight," I started. "Duh!" she said and with that I launched into the story and made sure she knew exactly how amazing it was.
When I finished she said "That was so beautiful! I wish I had that dream," she said. "I know right! It was soooo amazing!" I said. I told her about how I couldn't stop thinking about it and she said, "So what are you going to do?" I was speechless.