I hadn't planned for this to happen. If I wished or prayed for it, I could honestly not recall having ever uttered the words, "I wish I were in Bella's place." Honestly, sure I'd told my friends I'd have handled things much better especially when it came to the love triangle, that I...damn, I did use the word wish at one point, didn't I?

Maybe that could explain why I was sitting here, at the exact same lunch table Bella Swan was supposed to be sitting at, watching Mike Newton goof off when Bella Swan was supposed to be watching Newton goof off, and most importantly, avoiding the eyes of one extremely handsome vampire who the entire world knew as Edward Cullen. The world I'd been plucked from. The world I was supposed to be focusing on getting back to. But when you've caught the topaz eyes of the most sought-after fictional character, would you be focused on leaving those eyes?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

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So I guess, like they say in group therapy sessions, the best place to start is at the beginning. There's nothing too special about me, save for a few oddities my upbringing has graciously given me but I'll get into that later. My name is Viorica, and yes it sounds weird and it's awkward to pronounce unless you're Romanian, so everyone calls me V, which I don't mind at all, especially ever since V for Vendetta came to the big screen in '06, what a great vigilante. It means 'bluebell' and my mother gave the name to me because of my eyes, which were the exact color of bluebells. The neat thing about bluebells is they are a more light purple-y shade of blue, and you don't exactly see that shade of iris on a lot of people, unless you're albino, which I wasn't, as far as my haircolor went, anyway.

I have black hair, jet black that curls at the bottom pretty nicely and recently my bangs have been curling slightly too, which is incredibly annoying to straighten in the mornings, so lately at the age of 20 I haven't been bothering to do anything about it. Yes, I'm 20, was attending an art University in Chicago when I got a call from my mother about her debts affecting her health and she was in the hospital currently, dealing with heart palpitations and raised blood pressure. My mother wouldn't know relaxation if it bit her in the rear, and I swear I'd tried everything, I even brought her with me to Italy when I saved up enough to go with my class focused on Renaissance art.

Alas, nothing I said could calm her down, so I took the money I'd been saving for a trip back to Romania, and sent it to my mother to pay off her bills. It wasn't enough, my job wasn't paying enough, and with the recession, the country I lived in was becoming a giant thorn in my side. I've been frugal but now it was ridiculous how careful I was with how I spent money. Spring break came along and I had nowhere to go, so I took a plane to visit my father. Lo and behold I found myself back in my old bedroom, with two suitcases unpacked save for my dvd player and a few books, a textbook on British Lit, a biography of Nicolae Tessla, and of course, a worn paperback copy of Twilight.

It was the second night of me skillfully dodging my father's questions about my mother, ignoring my mother's calls, and skipping dinner with a cup of vanilla soymilk in hand and Twilight in the other as I made my way outside onto the porch, enjoying the unusually warm, rainy evening's silence. I loved it when it rained, the smell, what it did to the color of everything. That was the night I'd answered my best friend Joy's call, answering in Romanian just to catch her off guard. That was the night we'd talked about Twilight, like always. That was the night I opened my big mouth and said I wish, I wish I were in Bella's position. No, I said place. Specifically. And that's how when I woke up the next morning, after rinsing out my glass and crawling into bed, when I woke up, I found myself in a squad car, well, Jeep, rather, next to none other than Chief Swan.

I'm not one for cursing, but immediately what rang through my head was one single word. Shit. Merde. Rahat. Mierda. The Jeep stopped in front of that famous house that had been imagined by thousands and thousands of teenagers and pre-teens, and my acid reflux was suddenly acting up big time. Normally, I'd blame this on how vivid my dreams can be, but I know the difference, and I've gotten pretty good at controlling my dreams. I'd have already skipped to meeting Edward by now, and the dream would be skipping, like all my dreams do, and the colors would be off a bit, brighter than they should, especially in a town where sunlight is scarce. That startling fact I had suddenly bothered to remember made me groan. I had just gotten over dealing with S.A.D this past winter, and now I had to deal with no sunlight again? I suddenly hated this place as much as Bella had. Well, her and I had that in common, at least.

"Bells? You comin' in or what?" Oh, yeah, we had the same nickname, too. When my family that wasn't Romanian didn't feel like saying V, they called me Bells, short for, yeah you guessed it, 'Bluebells'. Excellent. Fantastic. I knew my name hadn't changed because Charlie had asked me earlier if everyone still called me V.

Unloading the Jeep I realized that my suitcases hadn't changed and I figured neither had the clothes and whatever else hadn't either. That was a relief, me and Bella weren't exactly the same body type. I was more...chesty, but both of us didn't have much to keep our pants up if you know what I mean. I had a slightly thicker waist than her as well, but I blame that on my blatant refusal to work out between my job and finishing lengthy essays and art projects, and my love for white chocolate. But enough about me, what the hell was I doing, planning on staying here? As I looked out the all-too-familiar window, pulling on the zipper of my gray jacket, I already knew my answer. I'd have to stay long enough to at least see Jacob Black and Edward Cullen...I mean, what a waste this opprotunity would be if I didn't, right? Right.

I'm not too fond of Bella, so shamelessly I've put my character in her place to see how things could have been handled differently, from a more lucid point of view, I guess. I realize Mary Sues are a bit of a pain in the ass, but this is not at all going to be on that level of ridiculous, I assure you. I might not even have V paired with anyone, so stay tuned, if you please. It gets better. Or maybe it'll get worse. That's the chance I'm willing to take, how about you? :D