Disclaimer for all chapters: I do not own the Twilight saga, Stephenie Meyer does.

Note: This story was inspired by Daybreak written by Twicullenfan96 and bookjunkiez. Awesome story!

Warning: First fanfic for Twilight. If it's bad, just be gentle when you tell me. Thank you.

Chapter one: Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

I read the final page of the book, closed it, and then placed it on my bedside table. I lay back on my bed, frowning at the ceiling.

I was feeling a little unnerved and I hated that a book could do that to me. It wasn't even a horror story.

I looked back at the book and then glared at it. "Stupid Phil," I muttered. Phil was my mother's new husband.

It was his fault that I even had the book.

He knew I was an avid reader and thought I would like it. He said he had heard that it was popular amongst teenaged girls.

Great for them. I have taste and don't just go for what's popular. I prefer the Brontë sisters and Shakespeare. This book was silly.

Still, it bothered me.

I sighed, and started going over the similarities between the main character of the book and me in my head. Again.

The main character's name was Isabella Marie Swan, same as mine, and she preferred Bella, as did I. My parents' names and history matched the book, as did their present lives.

'Bella' was heading to Forks, Washington when the story begins. I was heading to Forks, Washington in a couple of weeks. In addition, she moved for the same reason that I did; I wanted to make it easier for Renee to travel with Phil.

"It has to be just a coincidence," I said vehemently.

However, that was not the part that really bothered me. It was after 'Bella', or I, got to Forks. Everything seemed all right and normal until Edward Cullen.

I shivered slightly and then felt angry at the book.

I don't even know what made me want to read it. I guess I was just bored, and maybe a tiny bit curious.

I had heard of the book through my girlfriends before Phil had given it to me, and I already knew that the main character had my full name. It was a detail that all my girlfriends were jealous of.

My girlfriends also told me that if they had that name, then all they would need is a boyfriend named Edward and their life would be complete.

I grimaced. Did all girls think like 'Bella?'

I already knew the story was about a vampire and a human girl who fall in love with each other. None of that was surprising when I started reading it.

What I didn't expect was the back-story of 'Bella' mirroring my life so closely. I guess that was what unnerved me because after the first few chapters I started seeing the girl as myself. It frightened me.

My girlfriends practically swooned for Edward and believed that 'Bella' was the luckiest girl in the world. I didn't agree. Actually, I thought it was horrifying. How could anyone love a vampire? Moreover, why the hell would anyone want to be a vampire? 'Bella's' utmost desire. That sure as hell wasn't mine.

I understood that love could make you foolish and insane, but this book was too much.

I picked up the book, touching the cover. Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer. I flipped through the book, careful not to read a single word. These four-hundred and ninety-eight pages were nothing but pure coincidence, and fantasy.

It couldn't be real. Nothing like that would ever happen to me.

I never wanted anything like that to happen to me.

I growled frustrated and threw the book across the room.

So what if I was similar to the main character! It didn't mean that this book was a prediction of my future or anything. It just meant that I was predictable and ordinary. This character could have been anybody.

However, she didn't feel like anybody. She was me.

Okay, so she was me. That didn't matter. What did matter was that there were no such things as vampires. And 'Bella' and I may have some similarities, but at least our personalities were somewhat different. I mean she wanted to be a vampire and was excited to meet one. I wanted to stay as far away from them as I could.

The book was just a coincidence and vampires were not real. I was never going to meet any. End of story.

Also, I wasn't an absolute klutz. Not really.

Note: It may seem like I detest Twilight by writing Bella the way I did, but I don't. I love the Twilight saga. So I'm not a hate-fan.