I'm sorry about the summary. I couldn't think what i should write. I didn't want to give away any of the story. So you can read it or not. But i would really like you to read it. Thanks.

I couldn't understand the strange pictures flashing before my eyes. I just watched confused. It was like watching a movie but I knew that I wasn't watching TV or anything. It was nothing I recognized. I didn't know if I was conscious or not. The only thing I did know was that a minute ago I was sitting in my room reading.

Suddenly the pictures stopped, blackness had started to creep into my vision. When all I could see was a blurry outline of the poster taped to my ceiling, did the blackness start to fade. There were still tiny black spots as I began to blink. I hadn't realized that I had stopped breathing while I watched the bemusing pictures fly across my vision. That explained the blackness but not the visions themselves.

What had I just witnessed? I tried my best to remember what I saw but everything was a bit fuzzy. I could feel the beginning of a headache at the side of my skull. I sat unmoving on my bed and tried to blink the headache away; when that didn't work I shook my head, which made it feel only worse.

I felt dizzy, I laid back. My eyes slowly drooped closed.

"Bella. Bella? Bella, wake up. Wake up. Come on wake up!" I opened my eyes a fraction to see who was interrupting my peaceful sleep. It was my eighteen-year-old sister, Rosalie. I knew if I ignored her long enough she would give up and go away.

Of course I was right. She couldn't keep from checking herself in the mirror for more than five minutes. I laughed silently to myself as I thought about how self-absorbed she was.

I lay in my bed for another couple of minutes as I waited for my body to recover from the hibernation like state I imagined it to be in every morning when I woke up. I couldn't sit still for much longer because my stomach was growling in hunger.

I sighed, and then pushed myself up so I could sit on the edge of my bed and wipe the sleep from my eyes. When I was satisfied that my body was aware enough that when I stood up I would not feel woozy, I walked into the kitchen to hunt for my breakfast, I smiled to myself as I remembered seeing that line in one of my favorite books.

I gathered my cereal bowl filled almost to the brim with my favorite cereal Honey nut Cheerios and my spoon in my left hand so I could use my right to push open the door to the dining room.

I sat as far away as possible from the spot where my sister sat painting her nails to avoid the onslaught I knew she would throw at me about my early morning appearance. Surprisingly she didn't say anything or even look up at me until I pushed my chair back too loudly when I was finished eating. When I saw the bewildered look on her face, I was confused for about two and a half seconds before the realization for her look hit me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing aloud. She was so simple minded that she had to put her full concentration into painting her nails and hadn't heard nor seen me come in.

After I had taken care of my bowl I headed toward my room to get dressed for school. School. I had totally forgotten today was the first day of school. The one thing I hated about the first day of school was that everyone always dressed extra nice today and I had no idea what to wear. Then I stopped myself; I had just sounded like my sister. I am the one who doesn't put that much thought into her appearance. I am the one who makes fun of Rosalie because she changes her clothes fifteen times before she can find the right outfit. I really needed to get my priorities straight.

Later, right now I needed to get dressed; I grabbed my favorite pair of pants that I saved just for school. Then I grabbed this shirt that was a Rosalie hand me down, it was cute with very subtle frills on the shoulders, which connected to the collar which was wide and a little low. Underneath I wore a thin white tank.

After I had put on all of my clothes I look in the full-length mirror that was welded to my door. I looked okay which was good enough for me. I grabbed my shabby shoulder bag, my keys and my phone and headed toward my car. It was another Rosalie hand-me-down; she had gotten her new black convertible for her eighteenth birthday and had graciously given me her old blue Honda Accord. According to Rosalie our cars were the perfect comparison to our selves, meaning she thought she was way prettier than me just like her car was much better looking than mine.

I opened the car door and threw my bag into the back seat as I got in. I backed out of our driveway and headed down the road that went to my school. I wasn't really paying much attention to where I was going that's why I was surprised when I found myself pulling over to where a girl was standing, waiting.

Though once I saw her face, I wasn't that surprised, I was heading to the spot me and my friend Alice had chosen for me to come and pick her up. Alice's parents were super strict and wouldn't let her buy herself a car for reasons alien to both of us. I waved for her to get in.

"Hey what's new Bella?" It took me awhile to register she asked me a question.

"Huh, what? Oh nothing except that Rosalie is killing more brain cells by the minute."

"Hey, what's with you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"When I asked you 'what's new' it took you awhile to answer, almost like you hadn't heard me."

"I have a lot on my mind," I paused, thinking it over, "Actually, I didn't hear you."

"Then how did you know to answer?" I had to stop and think for a few seconds again.

"You should know by now that you ask me the same question every morning, so I wasn't that hard to come up with an answer to a question I hadn't heard but knew anyway." I wasn't entirely sure about that, actually I knew that I wasn't paying enough attention to notice she spoke at all. There had to have been another way I knew what to say. I shoved that last thought away to the back of my mind to look at later; I should be paying more attention to my driving.

"Oh, I guess that's true enough," she answered. The explanation I gave Alice would be enough for now, but is it enough for me?

"BELLA!" screamed Alice.

I looked up quickly enough to swerve before I hit the trashcans set on the edge of the road. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"What is with you today? First you answer my question without hearing the question, and then you nearly kill a couple of trashcans. What is the matter?"

"Nothing is the matter; I just have a lot on my mind."

"Well what's on your mind? Are you nervous about school?"

"N "

"Or is Rosalie getting on your nerves again"

"N "

"Or is it "

"Stop! Just stop ok. I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, I'm sorry." The rest of the drive was fairly quiet.

When we got to the school I drove around back to the parking lot and we walked together to our lockers. I felt a little guilty when I heard silence from her at first, but when I turned to apologize she smiled at me, I knew she understood and that I was forgiven. I entered my combination and opened my locker.

The pictures and sounds hit me. It was like watching a thousand movies at the same time as being in a room with the same amount of people, all of them talking loudly at the same time. It felt like a screw being driven into my head. Then I blacked out.

Ok i totally love cliff-hangers just because they tick me off. So i will almost always have one. Sorry.

So if you hate cliff-hangers and have to know what happens next immediately, then review because if and when i get one review i will put chapter 2 up. It's done all i have to do is upload it.