12th May, 2011, Tuesday- 8:49 PM

I don't know how I should address you, since talking to a diary seems pretty much psychotic. So I guess I'll start with... Hello?

My name's Vazanya, which makes me wonder most of the times what my parents were thinking before naming me that. It takes people ages to pronounce. Had the world suddenly gotten short of 'normal' names when I was born? Well, talking about parents, I don't think I'm comfortable with that anymore.

Since I can't let it out to anybody else, might as well tell it to a notebook. So here goes my story..

It all started when I began to realize that I was not a normal person. My instincts and senses had started to act a bit weird lately. Whatever I thought of, sometimes just happened. It was all tremendously shocking for me know that some things which seemed impossible a few days ago, now were working out too well.

Like one day, in the school, my teacher was yelling at me for being late to class, which pissed me off, and the next thing I knew, she lay on the ground, totally unconscious. Then this other time, I saw some cheerleaders entering the cafeteria in my school. Now I have this very prominent hatred for such people, so I wasn't surprised at myself when I wished that all their high inch heels would somehow break off.

And guess what? They did. And they all ended up falling one on top of each other in front of the whole crowd and making a fool out of themselves.

And those weren't the only instances wherein I'd thought that it wasn't just co-incidence. That whatever I thought about sometimes ended up actually happening. I mean, one can believe if it's twice, or thrice, maybe even four times. But what the hell is she supposed to think if it keeps on happening?

It took me only a while to pull the pieces together and discover that I was a witch.

Though it seemed highly weird and abnormal, I was ecstatic by the fact that I could do so much by just thinking about it. But as soon as I let out the secret to my superstitious family, they chucked me out of the house... abandoned me.

Well, that's not the whole case, but I don't think I can afford the ridicule if someone reads this diary.

Now all I had in the name of hope was my sixteen year old boyfriend Scar, I told him 'bout all that happened and he went into a shock. But he eventually came around and claimed that he could put aside the weirdness because I was more important to him than any of that.

He promised me he will not leave my side and be with me no matter what. I was shocked and pleased at the same time, though I saw a different emotion in his eyes at that time... excitement?

But I had another plan in mind, now that I was totally free, why shouldn't I pursue my dreams? I could do whatever I wanted! Meet my favourite stars; visit my favourite countries, travel around the world in sixty days, read as many books as I want to, maybe even enter them. Wait a minute... ENTER MY FAVOURITE BOOK! Yes, that's what I would do! I would go to my favourite world.

But there were so many stories that I'd always wished I could experience, so many worlds to see. It was a very tough choice when it came to the one I wanted to enter. But recently, I've become slightly obsessed with this actor called Robert Pattinson. I don't think that I'd be able to ever meet him real life. Incase I wanted to consider the option of materializing in his bathroom while he was in the shower; though that would scare the living shit out of him. And he's better off without a heart-attack.

So I guess that leaves me with only one option... trying to get into the Twilight series. Who knows, Edward might actually consider dumping Bella when I tell him she's double-dating King-Kong.

That's all for now, will make sure to tell you everything that happens from now on...

PS, I wonder how Scar will react…

14th May, 2011, Thursday- 6:14 AM

'Sup diary, lying around?

I'm not writing ant corny stuff like 'Dear diary' so better not get your hopes up. And even if you do, then who cares? You're just a diary...

I have decided to rent a room for a few days before leaving. As soon as I had mentioned this idea of going to the "Twilight world" to Scar, he was super excited, although he hated the Twilight saga and always complained when he found me reading it, which was more than a thousand times.

I wondered what thrilled him so much. The idea of his girlfriend being a witch, going to a different world or being alone with me... I blushed at the fact that this could be the reason for him being so excited. I sometimes wondered why I had become his girlfriend, when a while back I used to cringe from even the thought of liking a guy. You see, most of them are universal a-holes. Plus, when you have four brothers, you get a close idea of what species you're dealing with.

Though, eventually I met Scar and sort of took my fears back when I got to know how cool he really was as a person, and that we were actually alike. Our choices for music, sports, friends and even thinking were somehow similar, which made reconsider what I'd thought before.

At first I didn't know how it felt to really like a person, considering it had never happened to me before. But I told my friends about that weird fluttery feeling you get when you're with them, and they immediately came to that conclusion. And there I thought that was because I'd eaten too much fries for lunch.

Of course I was hesitant at first, but later on I saw those signs my friends had told me about, as to when a guy flirts with you, meant he's into you or something along those lines. A big 'Hello I'm clueless when it comes to this shit' right there. Finally, a day came when Scar asked me out on a date... But I told him that I needed some time to think about it.

After having my friends pester me for long enough, I gave in and agreed to go for the date. To be true I enjoyed quite a lot, even after disappointing my buds because I didn't wear any fancy dress they all chose for me. And we went to see a Soccer match. And I swear to god I wasn't the one who threw that hot-dog on Torres even though he is a big team ditcher.

After a while our dates became more frequent but nothing serious till the time Scar asked me to be his girlfriend. And he claimed that he was in 'love' with me. I liked him, sort of, and thought that I should give the poor guy a go. I don't think I'm a person to say that sort of thing back so I just said yes, giving a chance to my friends for celebrating something.

Of course I had never kissed him if that's what you are getting at. I had gone as far as to kiss him on the cheek, but that was it. I was too much of a coward to go further than that, plus, I still wasn't interested in anything more. And kissing was a big candidate in my 'Gag alert' list.

I have already packed for my trip, not clothes- I would buy them- but my books, shoes, guitar and football. Scar had made a face on seeing the things I was packing and I'd stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh.

''Stop laughing like a moron you are and pack, if you even have anything to.'' I had said, annoyed. Yes, I've always spoken to him like that.

Oh, and I thought I should have some pity and include some unnecessary waste of space things about my boyfriend. Scar is what you'd call a typical Jock, and a spoilt brat. He belongs to an extremely rich family and lives with his parents who didn't even bother to know how and where he is half the time. Lucky, huh?

Speaking of family... I miss mine…

It was pretty easy, what we were going to do. Since I didn't really have a clue as to what would transport me into another world, just one think came to my mind. It wasn't a completely original idea though. I'd seen that movie where this chick reads aloud from a book and ends up going into the book. So as I planned to do something similar, I was going to try that too.

"Do you have a plan?" Scar asked for the umpteenth time.

"Yo," was all I said.

"Can I know what it is?" he prodded.

"Sure," I replied nonchalantly, making Scar grit his teeth in frustration. I snickered at his reaction. I absolutely loved annoying the hell out of people. And if there was some prize for it, I would totally get it.

"What is the plan, then?"

I pretended to look out the windows so that no one was listening and motioned for him to come forth. When he did, I drew my face near to his ear and whispered, "It's a secret..."

He groaned and pulled at his hair. His martyred expression made me laugh. Why was he so uptight? He was acting like us going into that book was the situation of life and death.

"Chill, I got everything planned!" I tried to soothe him, getting a blank look in return.

"Yeah, knowing you that probably means we're gonna die. And just so you know, I plan to see India qualify for FIFA!"

"Well, you might as well die, then; 'cause that's just never gonna happen." I said and snickered.

Scar rolled his eyes and went back to reading some book in a peculiar language. Or maybe he was just holding a book upside down. Who cares? He was still dumb.

I guess I should practice before trying it out for real. But I figured if I somehow messed up, Scar would end up losing an intestine or something. And I'd totally dump him if the doctor asked me to donate mine. Like, gross. So I just decided to go with the flow. And I can totally 'in your face' Scar if I'm able to do it.

So, when Scar finally realized that he really was dumb and wasn't going to understand a letter that was written in the book, and when I was done scaring room service people, it was time to go.

Scar, as usual, was assigned the job of picking up the bags while I put my not-so-great reading skills to use. Since I was absolutely cueless as to what might happen I tied mine and Scar's hands together with an oversized bracelet (much to his disbelief) so that he wouldn't be left behind. Although I very much wanted him to. Why? Because if Edward really did look like Robert Pattinson, then who needed the dumb guy who reads a book upside down? Insert evil laughter.

But I figured I'd need moral support, if we somehow were able to make it. I wasn't going to explain alone to a bunch of Vampires how I ended up knowing everything about them. Even the gory details I wasn't at all interested in. Gag.

"Dude, just one advice; If you don't wanna end up losing an intestine, just try to concentrate on the place where we're going. And don't tell me I made you show that movie for nothing now." I told Scar.

"Why would I lose an intestine?" he asked, bewildered.

"Maybe you got one extra..." I said shrugging. Scar shook his head, trying to clear off his mind from all the disturbing thoughts.

"Just concentrate on where you wanna go..." he nodded and his eyes narrowed in concentration. His expression was hilarious.

"Dude I'm not talking you anywhere if you're constipated."

"I'm trying to concentrate Vazanya.." he said, gritting his teeth.

Oh, so that's what he was trying to do. I thought I'd have to kick him or something. That's what you're supposed to do to someone who's constipated, right? Because if not, then I would so have to apologise to that lady in the hospital...

Taking out Twilight, I opened up the chapter where Edward takes Bella to his house. I began to read aloud the paragraph where their living room is described. At first nothing happened, and Scar was looking more retarded than ever, holding our bags with one of his hands tied to mine. I spared a glance at Scar who looked extremely nervous. I didn't know the reason, but felt as if he was hiding something from me... also, he had a tinge of regret in his eyes. But I let that go and continued reading.

My mind wavered between the images of Twilight it had formed a million times I'd gone through the book. I could feel waves of energy around me-as I always did while using magic; which meant that the thing was actually working! My heart raced as I counted the possibilities.

The energy waves became stronger and so did the magnetic force. which seemed to pull at us from all directions.

And finally, after what felt like a million years, the atmosphere began to shift and our surroundings became blurred. All the while, Scar clutched at my hand so tight that I thought it was going to have a bruise. It felt like my body was being squeezed tight as if to fit me through a ring and BAM!

I opened my eyes and found myself in the most beautiful living room I had ever seen! And staring at me, were eight pairs of the same coloured eyes that I'd pictured all too well...

...the Cullens!

"BOOYAH! That that, fuckers!" shouted someone, making me jump and the others freeze, as if they already weren't!

Emmett. Freaking. Cullen, was staring at the TV screen as he cheered at some random Soccer match. Little did he know that there was a whole new movie playing out here…

A/N

So, here's the first chapter. Hope you guys liked reading it. It might sound slow for a chapter or two but it does get good. Let me know your feedback, it'd be much appreciated. Thanks!

~Viz