Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight, and the basis of the characters were spawned in the great mind of Stephenie Meyer…
BPOV
It was a normal, rainy day at Forks High School. Gossip was flowing freely in the halls, students were complaining about the new reading material in English, and I was anxiously awaiting lunch so I could plan our monthly shopping trip to Olympia with Alice and Rosalie, my two best friends. I had never been particularly fond of shopping, but this time was different. I had been obsessively anticipating the release of the fifth and final novel in the series I was reading by Julie Garwood, For the Roses. It was a historical romance, and I found myself able to easily get lost in it as it provided a diversion from my normally romance ridden life. Not that I was really complaining, I never really took an interest in the boys at school, but that didn't stop them from taking an interest in me. Alice and Rosalie tried unsuccessfully to get me to break out of my shell and date the simple minded muscle that for some reason seemed to drool over me, but I was far too insecure to fall into a meaningless high school relationship.
I trudged my way through the crowded hallways into the cafeteria. I looked around for Alice, who always met me at the food line so she could tell me what I was eating that day. I never minded Alice picking out my food for me; it was usually healthy and somewhat satisfying. It bothered me that she felt I couldn't make a decision on my own, but she was probably right. If it were up to me, I'd live off of pop tarts and lemonade.
I searched the hallways, then peeked my head back into the cafeteria; no Alice. I looked around for Rosalie, who I could usually find perched crossed legged on top of the lunch tables with the entire ogling football team, but she wasn't there. I made my way into the line and decided that if I was going to pick out lunch for myself today, it was going to be worth it; pizza and french fries!
I was about halfway through the line when I spotted them. They were already seated at a table together with three of the godliest looking creatures I had ever laid eyes on. Did we get new students today? The scene in front of me was puzzling; none of them were looking at each other or speaking. Their eyes seemed to drift off into space, and students seemed to be afraid of them! They looked pale, and strikingly beautiful. Even Rosalie, who I couldn't imagine being more gorgeous than she already was, seemed to exude more radiance than I thought possible. The thing that bothered me the most was that it didn't appear that they were looking for me, ready to waive me into their little circle and introduce me to their newest match making prospect.
I briefly caught the attention of Alice and I waved, but she quickly looked away, a confused smirk on her face. That's when I saw him. A beautiful, pale, bronze haired boy and he was looking directly at me. His eyes were a deep black, and I couldn't tear myself away from them. His brow started to furrow in confusion. He was staring at me so intently that I thought his eyes were going to laser a hole straight through to my brain. This was too much; the most exquisite person I had ever seen was looking straight
at me. I started to tear my eyes away as I felt the heat rise in my cheeks and I could imagine the bright color of red I was turning, and that's when it happened. My legs collapsed and everything went black.
I could faintly feel a throbbing in my head and the strange beeping in the background. God, what did I hit on my way down? Was it so bad that I ended up in the hospital? I realized then that I was still lying on the hard floor and my eyes shot open in a panic. I looked around to survey my situation, and the beeping was so loud in my ears that it brought me swiftly back to reality.
I climbed up to my knees and slammed the snooze on my alarm clock. It was just a dream. I still felt the slight pounding of my head, and realized I must have fallen out of bed and knocked my skull on the nightstand. I half ran to the bathroom to assess the damage and already noticed a bruise starting to form on my forehead. Great, what a perfect way to start my vacation.
It was just a dream. Or was it a nightmare? It was so real, so vividly clear, like it was a real memory I had stored somehow. There was something strangely scary about the boy and my friends. In any case, it was something. Before the memory could fade, I rushed back to my room and opened my diary. I had been keeping a dream book for years, and this was one I definitely had to jot down. As I replayed the parts and wrote them down, I determined that for some reason this was much more than a dream or a nightmare. It was… a moment. I wrote that down. It was an actual something, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew there was more to come from this.