All credit to Stephenie Meyer. I know there are similar stories to this but it has totally different twists!!!

EPOV

Tired. In my endless, sleepless existence, I was tired. I couldn't do otherwise. The days formed a monotonous stream of the same dullness. No, I should correct that. Numbness. I was numb.

I truly haven't been the same since I left Be…her. It was still hard to think her name, even say it. I know the others hoped it would pass, but the knew it wouldn't. It didn't even pass for them. Even Rosalie couldn't be happy. She would see the pain, no, the anguish in my eyes. Pain wasn't a strong enough word…

Esme sobbed every night, begging for God to make me happy. But I didn't have a soul anymore! Why didn't anyone understand? That's why I had to leave, to save her…

It had been nine years. Nine years since we left Forks. We moved to Iceland, stayed there while Carlisle worked as a doctor. The others occasionally left the house but with the exception of hunting, I never left. I stay in my room, staring at everything and at the same time nothing. I knew I shouldn't have, but I took some of her pictures. I gazed at them, mesmerized by her beauty. I wondered if she still saw herself as plain; she was never plain. I wondered if she was happy. But most of all, selfishly I admit, I wondered if she still thought of me. It was a double edged sword; I wanted her to forget me because that would save her from pain but I wanted her to remember me so perhaps someday…No. I stopped my thinking. I threw the pictures down and started crying my heartbroken, tearless sobs.

One Week Later

The house was in an uproar. Mostly myself. I had been outvoted. We were moving to Boston. Everyone wanted to get back to regular life, or as regular as it could possibly be for us. Plus, Carlisle and Esme thought it would be good for me to get out with people again, even though they knew I would never feel the same way.

Edward, you have five seconds to put on your clothes and get down here. We can't be late.

Go away, I muttered. She was up the stairs in the same beat.

"No, Edward," Alice yelled, "I will NOT go away. I know that you are upset but she was my best friend, too. And we all have to move on. You made a choice."

"Leave me alone and mind your own business. I'll be down."

She stormed out in a huff but she knew I was going to get ready. I knew that everyone was and still is trying to make me as happy as possible. And I know they are all upset. But I just can't but myself, ever again.

It didn't take long to arrive at our newly appointed school. And, in regular fashion, it didn't take long for us to get recognized.

Woah, do you see them?! Who's the blonde?

OMG the big one is sooo good looking.

The bronze haired one, yeah, I want him.

I tuned them out. I had to. Otherwise I never would have made it through the day. Or rather, I wouldn't even have had the chance. I would have attacked someone.

We all headed to the office, to be greeted with the same fervor from the administrators. The principal met with us just as we entered.

"Welcome! You must be Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's children! My name is Mr. Bernard, and I am your principal."

I wished that he would stop talking, I just wanted this day to end.

"Now, I know that Mr. Emmett Cullen, Ms. Hale and Mr. Hale are seniors and Ms. Cullen and Mr. Edward Cullen are juniors, however, we here have a mandatory English class that every student must take on literature. To help ease your transition, we have put all of you in the same class."

Wonderful.

"If you would please follow me, I will take you there. It is your first class."

We started walking and I heard the others thoughts on the issue.

Fantastic! I will be able to keep my vision open if I can count on everyone else.

I'm pawning my papers off on Edward so I can watch the game, I mean, he doesn't do anything.

Ugh, a class with Edward. I see him enough as it is.

Good. I can keep a better tab on Edward's emotions.

I groaned quietly. I wish they would stop with the bickering about me in their minds, they know I can hear them.

I was thinking about this as I smelt it. It hit me like a ton of bricks, forcing me to count my breathes meticulously and control my inner beast. It couldn't be. I just couldn't.

"I have your new students!"

"Good, send them in!" the voice called. No, it can't be. Even in this untouchable moment I saw everyone else's frozen expressions as we were guided in. I saw her face too, masked with shock.

"This would be Emmett, Alice and Edward Cullen and Rosalie and Jasper Hale," Mr. Bernard said, introducing us to the class, " and this would be your teacher, Ms. Swan."

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