So you know when you have a story rolling around your head, and you can think of nothing else? This is what happened to me. I'm sorry but I had to get this out so that I could continue with my first story. I'm sorry.

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I closed New Moon for the hundredth time and sighed. If only I could find a love like that. At thirty I was convinced I would be single forever. I was heading quickly down to "Old Maid" status; the only thing missing was the cat which I point blank refused to buy. After all, that would just make me the stereotype and I wasn't quite ready to do that just yet.

Exhausted I got ready for bed and drifted off dreaming of Edward Cullen and what it would be like to be Bella Swan. When the alarm went off, I must have still been dreaming because I was in a strange bed, with a flat stomach and a retainer in my mouth.

I got up and made my way to the mirror on the dresser, what I saw lying there nearly made me pass out. It wasn't the reflection, this cheerleading looking teenager clearly wasn't me, it was the yearbook in the left corner, the Forks High School yearbook from 2006. It was a yearbook from four years ago with a very familiar name embossed in the cover, Jessica Stanley. This had quickly gone from a dream to a nightmare!

"Jess, are you up? You need to be to school in an hour and I haven't heard your shower yet!" A voice called from somewhere below me. I checked the clock, it was 6:35, and I still wanted to maim whatever idiot decided that High School should start before nine. If you really wanted kids to be prepared for the real world, it would start at nine like most of the day jobs and go for eight hours. And they wonder how kids get into so much trouble?

"Jess, answer me, you don't want to be late, especially today. The chief's daughter is starting today! You don't want to skip today."

Oh for the love of God! What kind of nightmare was this? I'm Jessica Stanley. Seriously? Well, I better let this dream play out.

"I'm jumping in now." I called down to Jessica's mother. That was going to be weird; I only hoped I would wake up quickly. I walked into the pottery barn teen bathroom. Seriously, how spoiled was this girl? At least she was a typical teen, I only hoped no one would notice when I didn't cake on the make-up. She had such pretty skin, I couldn't bring myself to do that to her, or I guess to me.

Forty five minutes later I was on my way to Forks High in a thankfully automatic sedan, praying that I got her schedule right. Dream or not, I would have a full on panic attack if I walked into the wrong class, especially since I had not had any coffee yet, and this town didn't seem to have any type of a drive thru.

I pulled up to the school and felt my stomach sink. I hated high school, mostly because of girls like the one whose body I currently inhabited. I took a deep breath, pinch myself really hard, which did not wake me up and exited the car to be greeted by none other than Lauren Mallory. Yay for me!

"Have you seen her yet?" Wow, Lauren had bitch written all over her, even her tone screamed it! Someone wake me up, please?

"No, I take it you haven't either?" I said something wrong, Lauren face gave it away.

"You okay, Jess? You seem off."

"Ya, I'm fine. Let's get in the building."

"Yea, hey did you do your English essay?" English essay? Crap. So would I don't know be an acceptable answer?

"What do you think?" I flippantly responded, hoping that that seemed in character, and praying that she had actually done her homework last night.

"Of course you did, you always do, now can I sneak a peek. You know that I didn't."

So that was how I spent my morning. Luckily, I had skimmed Jess' yearbook before school, so when it was show time, I was ready. My heart was pounding when it was finally time to meet up with Bella. This was it, after being drilled in English about the meaning of the Scarlet Letter, and racking my brain to remember who Hester Prynne was, I realized that I may not have been dreaming. Add to that my rumbling stomach and if this wasn't a dream, who was I to change a story that wasn't mine to begin with?

As if on cue, Bella Swan appeared in my trig class, which was a blessing and a curse. I had never taken a math class like this, so I welcomed the distraction, but I also had no idea how long I was going to be in the twilight zone, so maybe I would have to learn this stuff. Not that I would ever actually use it. Fat kids with bad breath and skin who were picked last in gym class came up with this stuff, I would stake my Manolo's on this fact. I knew it to be true.

I drew in a deep breath and watched the seriously shy, clumsy girl stumble her way through the door and then be forced to introduce herself to the room at large. This was just one more reason that I truly despised this course. When she finally made her way to the seat next to me I knew it was show time. I channeled all the yoga training and public speaking training I had and began my incessant babble to this poor, poor girl. I knew had to keep close to the book. I figured that if I let this play out, well then, I may actually wake up in my own bed. Well, it was the only thought I had at the time, and at the time I thought it may actually work. Although, in retrospect I should have realized that hindsight is twenty- twenty and that I may have been making some mistakes.

"Hi, I'm Jess, You're Bella right? The chief's daughter?"

"Um, yea. Hi." She mumbled as her cheeks flamed crimson. She then looked down and studiously began taking notes. It was easier than I thought, rambling to her about who everyone was. Mike's blonde hair and baby face gave him away, and Angela's kind smile and warm eyes were a dead giveaway. Even Eric Yorkie was easy to spot. He was the quintessential AV nerd. Ben Cheney and Tyler Crowley were a bit harder but luckily I had some help with both of them. Mike really was obnoxious, but he was also loud, so when he shouted to Tyler to catch a football in the hallway I was saved. As luck would have it, Ben intercepted the pass, and I now knew who all the main players were. So I rambled on to Bella, about all of them, everyone, except for the Cullens that I would save for the lunchroom.

Math passed quickly, as did Spanish and soon we were winding our way to the cafeteria. My saving grace being the size of the school, as there was only one lunch period, all I needed to do was follow the crowd.

The adrenaline was coursing through my body when we crossed the threshold to the cafeteria. What if Edward could read my thoughts? How could I block him? I wished I could have been a shield like Bella. I began my way towards the table where Lauren sat and made the introductions. I tried to think and act like Jessica, I truly did. I hoped it would work. When I looked towards Edward and the rest of the group and nearly went comatose. They were extraordinarily beautiful, but it was obvious that they were of another species. I briefly debated asking Alice for help, but quickly changed my mind. Praying again for that shield, I give Bella the breakdown on the Cullen's' incestuous relationship.

"…The Blonde? That's Rosalie and she's with the big guy, Emmett."

And then Bella asks about Edward, and I give her the best impression that I bitter over Edward's rejection that I can. I can only hope that it worked. I knew I shouldn't have but at that point I just couldn't continue with the charade. I made my excuses and left the cafeteria, ducking from the rain, and heading for the sanctity of Jess' car. I couldn't continue to do this. I needed to get back to my life, and I needed help with that. I remembered the bookstore in Port Angeles and resolved to get there as soon as I could. The new age bookstore, that is, to find any information about this alternate universe I was currently residing in. I had resigned myself to putting myself completely in this life, but I would never give up on finding a way out either.

The passenger side opened and scared me out of my musings; I turned to my right and saw Alice Cullen sitting on the seat next to me.

"Alice, what are you doing? I almost had a heart attack!" I tried to regulate my breathing and with it my heart rate. I'm not scared of Alice, not in the slightest, but I'm terrified as to how much I have just screwed up this story.

"Jess, what has happened to you?" She asks cautiously, maybe Edward can't read my thoughts after all. I knew that telling her the truth would most likely get me the answers I needed, but the cost of their world was too great. My respect for Alice grew exponentially; I finally grasped the cost of her gift. The sacrifices she had to make to keep those around her alive and happy. It was a price that for now I was willing to pay, I just didn't know how long I would be able to do that.

"Alice, I don't know what you mean? I'm fine." I gave her my best Jessica impression, but unfortunately it wasn't good enough.

"No, you're definitely not yourself. Almost like you're someone else trapped in Jessica Stanley's body."

The color drained from my face. My heart rate increased, and I could feel the sweat beading up on the back of my neck. How does she know? What did it mean? And not what was I going to do?

"Alice, how do you know? What did I do wrong?" I asked her.

"You are way too nice to be Jessica for one thing, and for another I saw you coming to me for help. Not that I know exactly it is that you know that I'm psychic."

I decided that I needed a friend in this world, and I knew that Alice would probably believe me. I also didn't think I had much to lose.

"Alice, the thing is I'm not Jessica. My name is Abby Morgan and I'm nearly thirty years old. I live in Preston, Connecticut. A very small town, and work in the casinos out there. I come from a world where this reality is a work of fiction. This is a romance story between the human Bella Swan, and her knight in shining armor, Edward Cullen. I think I'm dreaming this, but I can't be sure. I need to get out of here and get home. I'm a liability here, and even if Jasper and Rosalie decide to spare my life, the Volturi won't be as kind. So basically Alice, I'm screwed, and the only thing I think may be able to help me is a psychic. So can you help?"

"You know what we are?" Alice asked in a hushed voice.

"Yes, I know. You all are vampires. You like to call yourself vegetarians. And why didn't you already know this?" I was so confused, could she not see me?

"Abby, I knew something was off, but I didn't know what. I can help you. Or at least I can try. Why don't you meet me here after school and I'll take you back to my house."

I stiffened at the request. They could kill me, and no one would ever know. Was it safe to land in the lion's den? I wasn't sure, but I also knew I didn't have much of a choice.

"Promise me something, Alice? Don't let them kill me or commit me. I can prove I'm not crazy."

"I would never let them do either. Now come on or we'll be late for History."

With that closing thought, Alice Cullen exited my car and made her way to history, while I struggled to catch up with her.

I apologize for how rough this is. I really am just trying to get it out of my head so I can go back to my first story. See you all soon!