A/N: I thought that this would be an interesting story to start writing. I mean, it is totally different, and also, you will realize alot of things that you would never think about. Written in Bella's point of view, read her story, as she goes through one of America's worst days in history.

-SweetJesus.It'sEdward

There were forty or so people around me, sitting in chairs, waiting just as impaitently as I was to get on our flight. I was ready to leave this state and head back home to San Fransico, California. New Jersey was getting slightly boring. I was only here because my mother decided to move north with her new husband, Phil. I sighed, glancing at my cellular device. "8:30." I said aloud.

"Can you say the time again please, Miss?" I jumped in my seat, not realizing that there had been someone sitting beside me. I looked up to see a gorgeous face before me. I sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes were emerald green and his cheeks were turning red.

"Oh, Uh.." I said awkwardly, "It's 8:31 now." I looked back at him. He was leaning forward slightly, with his hand grasping the arm rest. I leaned back to study his body better. He was in shape. He was wearing a blue dress shirt, black tie, black slacks, and Edward Green black leather shoes. I scanned his outfit. I guess he noticed me staring. He smiled at me.

"I have a wedding to get to in San Fransico at 1:00 today." He said, looking down at me.

I raised my eye brows. "Oh, are you getting married?"

"Well, actually, it is my baby sister's wedding. Alice. She is so grown up now. I could go on and on about her. She is marrying this guy named Jasper Whitlock. I think that that is a stupid last name but- Oh, I must be boring you to death." He said, apologizing.

I shuck my head, "No. Of course not." I love the sound of your voice, is what I really wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut, looking at him through my thin eye lashes.

"Oh, um, excuse me for being so improper, but I never asked for your name." I sat back in my seat when he did.

"I'm Bella Swan," I said sticking out my hand to shake his.

His hand pressed against mine, it was so smooth, so pale against my skin. "Edward Cullen." He said. Edward Cullen. I repeated in my mind. I sighed, giving him a smile.

"Would all passengers for United Flight 93 please enter at this time." A womans voice said over the intercom. I reached down and grabbed my handbag, along with my purse. Edward rose swiftly, tossing his laptop case over his shoulder.

"Hopefully I will see you again." He said, before taking a step in front of me and walking towards the entrance of the plane.

"Yeah, hopefully."I mumbled, getting on before a few...hispanics?

BA5, BA5. I repeated in my head, trying to find my seat. "Ah ha." I said, placing my bags above me.

"Excuse me. Can you please tell me where BA6 is?" I heard Edward ask an employee on the plane.

"Of course, let me show you." The lady came over beside me, pointing her finger at the seat next to me. "Right here, sir. I hope you enjoy your flight." She said, giving Edward a seducing smile. I scoffed, looking up as Edward rose on his toes to place his belongings in the place where I had placed mine.

"Well, nice to see you again." He said, sitting down. I smiled at him.

"Yeah. It's a big coincidence." I said, placing my head phones to my iPod Touch in my ears. Edward took out his iPhone and did the same as I did.

"What are you listening to?" I asked, leaning over to look at the screen.

"Oh, Clair de Lune." He murmured.

My eyes widened. "No way! Me too!" He took my iPod away from me and examined it.

"That is impossible. I have over 4,000 songs on my device!"

"Wow, I have about 1,000. But still, that is pretty freaky!" I said, amazed. We were laughing and joking for about 10 minutes until the plane started to actually rise.

"Going up..." Edward said in a low voice. I chuckled.

"Welcome aboard passengers. I am Captain Jason Daul and I will be piloting this flight this morning. I hope everyone finds the expericance soothing. We should be landing in atleast 12 hours." The lights in the plane started to dim. People were squirming in their seats, trying to get comfortable.

I placed my pillow behind my head and layed back, listening to the soft classical. Edward did the same, and closed his eyes.

I fell into a light sleep. I was hearing murmurs outside my dark dream. I opened my eyes to see that Edward was leaning behind his seat, talking to an elderly man behind us.

"There is something about those young men..." The man said, sighing.

"You're right," Edward agreed, "They are surely up to something."

My brow crinkled as I heard what they were talking about. "What..?" I asked sleepily, rubbing my eyes and trying to regain focus.

"Oh, Miss Bella, you are awake." Edward said, turning around to look in my direction.

"What's going on?" I pressed, yawning.

"Mr. Patrick Driscoll and I were just discussing some stuff about how suspicious those few men in the front of the plane are acting." He said, trying not to stutter.

"I bet you guys are just being paranoid."

Mr. Driscoll's head came from around the seat and looked at me. "Miss, there really is something going on. I may be old, but I am wise. They are not acting right. I have heard about this before, there is something-"

He was cut off short when the lady beside him made a low shreik. The girl was young. At least 19 or in her early twenties. She had brown hair, pulled back into a tight ponytail and she was insanely gorgeous. Her hand was clasped onto her mouth and she stared out the window, trying to hold back tears.

"Miss Deora Bodley, are you alright?" Mr. Driscoll asked, placing his hand upon her shoulder. She turned back around to look at him.

"I just got a call from my mum..." She said, a tear trailing down her beautiful face. I stared at her, trying to connect all of her puzzling expressions.

"She said that 2 planes had hit the World Trade Center..." She said, placing her hand on her forehead. Her cell phone buzzed again and she looked down at it. "That's my mom." She informed us.

I glanced over at Edward the same time he looked at me. I held his gaze, not moving my eyes once.

"Oh my god..." Deora whispered as she kept speaking into her phone. "Oh no." She continued. "No no no. This can't be happening." She was wiping tears away, but it was doing no use. They kept flowing.

"Deora, may I please see your cell phone?" Edward said, holding out his hand.

"Of course." She handed it to him and looked back down at her hands as soon as she released it.

Edward held the phone to his ear. "Hello? This is Edward Cullen. I am one of the passengers aboard this flight. May you please tell me what's going on. You're daughter cannot stop crying."

He waited, I could hear the faint mumbling of the person on the other line speaking. She was rushing her words. Probably as frightened as her daughter. I watched contently.

Edward's eyes grew wider as I started to hear sobbing. I looked back at Deora, who was being held by Patrick. I sunk in my seat, placing my face in my palm as I gazed at Edward.

His mouth hung open. I looked at him crossed. His eyes flickered to mine. He held up one finger, telling me to hold on. "Th-Thank you...Miss Bodley." He said, closing the cell phone slowly.

"What's going on?" Patrick and I both said.

"Another plane...hit the Pentagon..." Edward said, placing his face in his hands. "Planes are getting highjacked now. Three so far. Something big is happening."

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, putting my hand on his back. He shuddered and looked up at me. His eyes were teary. I placed my hand on his cheek. "What's going to happen now?" I asked.

"I don't know. But we are not safe anymore." My eyes started to water. I was thinking back to all of my friends, my family. No, I told myself. This could't be happening.

Though, out of no where, a loud scream was heard.

TBC!

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