Summary: Bella was alive in the early 1900s when Edward was. Edward might be going off to fight in the WW1. Somewhere in Chicago, when Bella's school burns down, their paths will cross. Edward is still THAT BOY. Will Bella be THAT GIRL? Will Edward still get sick? Will Mike Newton show up? Read&Review!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, STEPHENIE MEYER DOES, UNFORTUNATELY FOR ME.

Early 1918

There were flames everywhere, taking everything in their path along with them.

I couldn't find Angela. I couldn't even hear her cries for help anymore. I was beginning to give up all hope...but...is that her underneath Miss McWorthy's desk?

Yes, indeed it is!

I hurried over to her, avoiding the objects in the room that were erupting into flame. She was coughing violently from all the smoke in the air.

CRASH

The celiing over the doorway crumpled in on itself, giving up to the flames, blocking our only means of escape. Unless...

I suppose we could break open a window, but with what?

We were the only two left in the building. I was actually one of the first to exit when the school first erupted in flames but I quickly returned when I discovered that Angela wasn't by my side.

I had finally reached her at the desk, crouching down to where she was on the floor.

"Bella?" she coughed.

"Yes, it is I. We must quickly find a way out of here or else we will surely die. Look for something ot break the window with."

She nodded, unable to speak very clearly with the smoke so close to suffocating her already.

Most of the chairs and benches in the room were either ablaze, already turned to ashes, or too hot to touch.

I spotted a bench in a corner of the classroom that was mostly untouched by the fire. I knew that it would take the both of us to carry it over to the window and hurtle it through. I looked around for Angela to tell her about the bench I found but she had already spotted it. Our eyes met and we both nodded and made our ways over to it. We both grabbed one end of it and hurried over to the window.

CRASH

A flaming beam from the ceiling was suddenly in fromt of us, forcing us to go around it. Finally, we made it completely to the window. Lifting the bench to make sure the entire window would be borken by its impact was a struggle but we managed. then we backed up a bit and, using as much force as we could, rushed forward to slam it into the window.

It shattered and we did our best to avoid the glass flying through the air. I helped Angela through the window and then she pulled me up as well. I felt the sharp glass everwhere but payed it little mind. I also noticed something wet and warm run down my cheek. The smell was one I knew all too well and, in a situation slightly less dire, I probably would become lightheaded and faint but now the only effect it had on me was an uneasy churning in my stomach.

Once outside of the burning school building, we both took a minute to catch our breath. Then we were running to the front of the school where the rest of the people were. I could hear the loud roar of water being violently sprayed at the school.

The younger children were yelling and running about confused and scared. The teachers were looking about as confused as well, trying to see if all of their students were well and accounted for.

A frantic shouting of, "Isabella! Angela!" sent us yelling and running to the source: Miss McWorhty. She looked terribly disheveled and tear marks were visible, but her face was overcome with joy once she saw us coming toward her.

"Oh, I thought you were lost in the fire! I would never forgive myself. My students, the only two missing in the whole school and here you are!"

We three gathered together in a hug and it wasn't until then that I noticed, in addition to the revolting blood, there were tears streaming down my face. As were tears streaming down Angela's face.

"Isabella"

"Bella"

I could hear the voices of my father and mother through the roaring mass of students. I could also hear the various voices of my other friends' parents'.

I rushed over to my family and they were also overwhelmed with joy, just as Miss McWorthy had been. But their joy was far, far greater, as was mine.

The most of the flames taken care of, and parents to claim everybody meant we could finally go home and get away from this surreal nightmare. I said my good-byes to Angela and to any classmates I found. We drove home and the entire way my mother was extremely flustered.

She kept asking "Are you okay?" "Did you get too much smoke in your lungs?" "What happened to you cheek? There's blood on it."

I lost track of how many times I tried to assure her I was fine. She insisted I see the doctor immediately. So, instead of going straight home we went to the doctor.

I lost track of how many times he also tried to assure my mother that - besides the scratches - I was very healthy.

By the time we got home I was so utterly exhausted that I just barely made it to my bedroom. WIthout even bothering to shed my clothing, I lay down on my bed. The second my head touched the pillow I was dragged into a much needed sleep. Unfortunately I was haunted by glimpses of deadly shades of red, yellow, and orange grabbing at me.

And in this dream I couldn't escape them.

A/N: If you liked it please review. And if you don't like it, also review and tell me what you don't like so that I can stop while I'm ahead.