Bella's POV

I was riding in a very unfamiliar place. The ground was muddy, and I vaguely worried that we might slip. There was a thick fog all around us, and I could only see for five feet in any direction. I had a strange feeling that something bad was going to happen. So did my horse, Rebel, as he was tensed and felt like he was ready to bolt. I hummed a tune that he had always seemed to find soothing and I felt him relax underneath me. I patted him on the neck. "That's my Rebel. You're such a good boy, Reb," I crooned soothingly while still being cautious.

He was trying to be calm for me, but he was cautious as well, because he could sense that I was. Which was good, because if there's anything that I learned from Reb over the past six or so years, it's that his animalistic instincts were much sharper than mine. We continued to walk through the eerie clouds of fog at a slow pace. Didn't want to rush things if there actually was something bad in here. That's just it though: I didn't know where "here" was.

As we made our stealthy approach to "whatever was wherever", the ground began to move, taking us with it. Reb tensed up and was freaking out. We have so much in common. The mud was churning beneath our feet, and then there was a resounding CRACK as the ground completely split in two right in front of us. Reb started backing up before I could think to give him the signal, but there were strange, twisted metal roots popping up on the ground all over. I told Reb to stop, but it was too late. The bottom of his hoof was caught on one of the many protruding roots, and he was falling. I hopped off to relieve as much pressure from his tangled limbs as possible, but it didn't help one bit. I heard my second resounding CRACK for the day, but this one held much more meaning. My Reb had broken one of his legs and there was nothing I could do about it. Absolutely NOTHING. I didn't even know where we were, and the way things were going for us, my dreams of finding a vet in time to save him were slim to none. Even if there was one standing right beside us, chances were he wouldn't make it.

"No," I whispered. "No. Oh God, no, no, no!!!!! This can't be happening....it can't, there's no way!" My rant started out at a whisper, but by the end I was yelling my heart out while poor Reb was hollering in pain. Finally, I ran out of words and just screamed.

That's when I woke up.

"Bella! Bella! What's the matter?! What's going on?!"

I heard my best friend frantically trying to wake me. I blinked up at her, still drenched in sweat from my nightmare.

"Are you okay? I heard you screaming from my room and thought you were being murdered!! Or worse!!! Do you have any idea how scary that was for me??! I can't lose you!!!!"

"It's fine Alice," I let out a shaky breath, "My subconscious was just trying to scare the crap out of me, and it succeeded by a long shot."

"Tell me all about it." She had finally decided that I wasn't being kidnapped or anything like that, and had settled down just a little bit. I quickly recapped my dream to her, and she was sympathetic and shocked at all the right moments, just like I knew she would be. After I was done, she gave me a hug and advised my subconscious to "give the poor baby a break, you butthead." Then we giggled and talked for a while before Alice fell asleep cuddling with my pillow. I chuckled to myself and covered her with a blanket before laying down on the other side of the bed and drifting off to a thankfully dreamless sleep.

***

In the morning I was tired and cranky from sleep deprivation, but unfortunately Alice insisted that I get up.

"Ugh, leave me alone, Ali. I'm tryin ta get some sleep here," I mumbled.

"Yeah, I figured as much, but you can't sleep in today! We've got to get down to Mississippi for the horse show remember?"

I whipped my head off of my pillow. "Aww crap! That's not today is it?"

"Umm, duh. We've been training for the past forever, remember that?"

I jumped out of bed and the packed bags by my bedroom door immediately caught my eye. "You packed my stuff? Aww Ali, you knew I was gonna take care of that."

"Yeah, but you looked too comfy, and I know how you hate packing anyway," she smiled.

"Well, thanks sis. Your the best," I said truthfully. My older sister and I loved each other to death, and we would do anything for each other. Literally.I smiled as I thought back to sixth grade when we were swimming at the pool with some friends.

Everyone had gone to get some drinks while Ali stayed behind to guard our spot. Alice was minding her own business, when she overheard a group of kids that we knew from school talking a few feet away. I mean, how could she not? They were so loud that the lifeguards had warned them a few times for bothering other patrons. Anyway, they were joking that one of the boys, Justin, would date anything female with two legs, and so they started rudely pointing at random girls to see if he said he would date her. Unfortunately for him, one of his friends pointed at Alice, and Justin made a disgusted face. As if we hadn't caught him staring at her from across the cafeteria at school! Multipletimes. What an idiot. When we came back from getting our drinks, Alice looked like she was ready to kill.

"What's the matter, Ali?" I remembered asking.

"That....that rude mudsucking....IDIOT!" she hissed.

"Whoa, what'd he do?" I was genuinely surprised that she was so mad, because Alice was usually really sweet. After she told me what that "rude mudsucking idiot" had done, I clenched my teeth and stomped over to where Justin was standing.

"You freaking A-HOLE!!!" I had screeched into his face before bringing my arm back and punching that sucker in the face.

"You don't get a girl by insulting her! Especially when you've had a crush on that girl for forever, IDIOT." Then I kicked him where it hurts and walked away. That was the only time I had ever punched someone in the face or kicked a guy like that and it felt so good to get rid of my anger at him. Justin's nose would never be the same again, and I would never be allowed in the city pool again. I chuckled but was snapped out of my poorly timed reverie by Alice concernedly waving her hand in front of my face.

"Hello? Bella, what's so funny? Is anyone home?" she asked wondering what the heck had gotten into me, no doubt.

"Oh, nothing. I guess I just spaced out for a second."

"Hmm, okay. You sure your completely alright?"

"I'm fine Ali, when are we going?"

"Well actually, we're supposed to be leaving in five minutes," she informed me.

"Oh, okay," I said running into the bathroom to brush my teeth, "Hey Alice, could you please put my bags in the car? I'm not gonna have time to," I said through a mouth full of toothpaste.

"Of course!" she said cheerily. How one person can be so happy all the time is way beyond me.

I got ready as fast as I could, and rushed downstairs to meet everyone else.

"Morning Bella!" said my mom.

"Yeah, what took you so long Bells?" asked my older brother Emmett.

"Good morning to you too, Em!" I said smiling at him.

He laughed and picked me up in one of his crushing bear hugs.

"So you ready to go, Bella?" he asked me.

"Yep. Are you ready?"

"Of course I am!" he said, "I was born ready," he said in an ominous voice. Then Alice, Emmett, our parents and I all walked out to our front porch. This was the first year we were going to the big horse show in Mississippi without our parents, because Dad had just been promoted at his work and was too busy to come, and Mom didn't want to leave him at the house all alone. We didn't know whether to do a happy dance or cry.

"We'll miss you kids at the house," said Mom, looking teary eyed.

"Back atcha, Mom," said Alice as we all gave Mom and Dad a hug each before we walked towards our vehicles. Emmett was driving his Jeep which was currently connected to our four-horse trailer. It seemed that someone had already loaded up our horses and I heard Rebel whinny impatiently. Alice and I were going to be riding together for the first part of the trip in my midnight blue BMW. She said she'd take the first shift driving, so I settled into the passenger side seat. We waved at our parents one last time and pulled out of the drive. I motioned for Emmett to follow us on Alice's orders, and we were off.

Alice started playing with the radio, and I pulled my ipod out of my bag and started listening to some of my favorite songs. Three hours later, I got a call from Emmett.

"Hello?"

"Hey Bells, are you two hungry yet? I'm starving!" said Emmett.

"Of course you are, Em," I said smiling, "I am a little hungry. I'll ask Alice if she's ready to eat."

I turned to ask Alice and before I could, she said, "Yeah, a bit. I just saw a sign for a Cracker Barrel that's coming up in two miles. You guys okay with that?"

"Hey Emmett, how do you feel about Cracker Barrel?" I spoke into my phone.

"Sounds great! See you guys in a bit," and he hung up.

"Cracker Barrel it is," I told Alice.

We got there and waited for about five minutes before the lady at the desk called 'Brandon, party of 3' to have a seat. We followed the waitress to a table near the window and sat down.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go to the restroom. I'll see you in a minute," I told them.

They nodded okay and went back to looking at their menus. I spotted a waitress and started to make my way over to her to ask where the restroom was, when I suddenly ran into something warm. I braced my self to fall onto the hardwood floor, but instead was caught by an iron grasp. I looked up and saw a boy about my age, with reddish brown hair, and beautiful green eyes.

"Sorry," I said shyly, "I should've been paying more attention."

"That's quite alright," he said with a nice laugh, "the fault was entirely mine." He was still smiling, and I couldn't think of anything else to say so I just smiled and thanked him. He told me it was no problem and then we went our separate ways. After that, I managed to go to the restroom and get back to Emmett and Alice without crashing into anymore people.

"What took you so long?" asked Alice

"I bumped into someone."

"A male someone?" asked Emmett. He was so overprotective, so to get on his nerves I said, "Possibly," and winked at him.

He growled and I laughed.

"Ooh, was he handsome?" asked Alice, of course.

"You would ask that Alice. I don't know, I guess he was okay," I said, editing because I knew Emmett would hate it if I said that he was extremely handsome. Not that it mattered, because it's what's on the inside that counts....mostly. I smiled.

"Ah ha! He is handsome, isn't he?" cried Alice. I gave her a warning look and Emmett groaned.

"It doesn't matter let's just order our food already," I said to Alice with more force than necessary.

"Okay, I won't bring it up again," Alice said but her eyes said ...while Emmett's here.

We ate, and Emmett paid for our lunch, then we loaded up to drive some more. I told Alice that I would drive now, but she insisted that she wasn't tired yet and hopped into the driver's seat. I grimaced. If she drove, then she had to stay up, and if she stayed up, then she would be able to quiz me about the boy in the restaurant.

"So what happened at lunch?" she asked me.

"I was on the way to the bathroom, I ran into someone, I apologized. End of story."

"Uh huh. Then why were you smiling all during lunch?"

"Cuz I'm a happy person? Look, I'm never gonna see the guy again, so I don't see how any of this matters."

"Okay, fine I give! But at least tell me what he looked like," she requested.

"Fine," I laughed, "He had curly reddish brown hair, bright green eyes, and he was about our age."

"And?"

"And what?" I asked, confused.

"Was he sexy? Duh," she said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I burst into laughter. "I don't know, why don't you go back and see for yourself?" I managed to make out through a fit of hysterical giggles.

"Isabella Marie Brandon! You tell me if he is sexy or not RIGHT NOW!!" she ordered, which immediately sent me into another, more violent fit of laughter.

After my case of giggles had subsided and Alice was trying to stare me down without taking her eyes off the road (which doesn't work by the way) I decided to have mercy on her and told her that, "Yes, the strange man in the restaurant was indeed sexy."

She smiled and kept driving.

A/N: Tell me how it was and if I should keep writing or not:) Oh yeah....

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Cracker Barrel. If I did I'd combine the two and they'd be even more awesome.