This is my first Twilight fanfic so I hope you guys like it. Hope you like it. This story will be uploaded every Tuesday, sooo… get to reading

Alyssa's POV

It was a muggy day; there was a thick cover of a tremendous purple glow. It was definitely going to rain.

I threw my mountain blue North Face® bag over my shoulder and yelled 'Bye', to no one in particular. I ran out through the willowing tree in my yard and trudged slowly down the block to Springfield Boulevard and 141st avenue and met one of my best friends, Ariella Saunders, she hugged me as she waited for the bus, going the opposite direction, towards Jamaica.

The Q85 bus crawled up and she whispered 'Bye' in her singsongy voice, kissed my plump red cheek swiftly, and skipped on the bus. I waved anxiously and ran when I realized I would miss meeting my best friend, Megan, who was waiting at the store for me.

I scurried and when I finally arrived. Megan glared, obviously telling I had been in a rush.

She glowered at me. "In a rush again?"

I laughed, embarrassed "Uh, you know me, Meg. Thanks." I grabbed the juice she so kindly got me.
We walked a short block in the school, but when we sat in our musty, humid math class, in awe and disbelief as the majority of the left side of my class wasn't junior high school 231at all...But Megan and I immediately decoded the familiarity... it was the one and only Forks High School class, and we were stuck halfway warped with it. I violently shoved Brea's, the girl who sits in front of me in math, shoulder, hoping that she would see it but she just glared and shoved me back...hard. I did not notice, I was too astonished.

Then I shoved Megan's shoulder, and I saw we had the same wide chocolate-brown eyes... she'd notice, of course, because she was as much of a twi-hard as me, she whispered simultaneously, "I know," She nodded absently. Then said, only a little louder "What the hell is going on?"
I shrugged; I could not concentrate properly with the overlapping voices of the two entirely different places, classes and folks. I was easily agitated. Therefore, I rubbed my fingers against my pulsing temples, and tried to think, think as of this sick thing was only a fantasy, because it definitely wasn't cute...

After our math class, Megan and I waited impatiently for the bell, we scurried out knocking over people from our class, and from Forks High, to follow Bella and... Edward.

I had been completely blown away when I realized how well we had blended in. These oblivious teens could not possibly use an excuse that Forks, Washington was a big city, and the population was into the early 4,000s... everyone knew everyone. Megan and I were very different. This schools population was entirely made of Caucasian and Asian teens. Megan and I were far from that.

We were far from teenagers, and we were-well, black. We walked absentmindedly through the halls until Megan dragged into a bathroom.

"What the hell?" I said, glaring at her. My glare softened as I realized she was scared of something. Her hair was her sides, so I could not see her clearly. She was looking at the mirror so I looked to. Then, my eyes were wide with horror as I looked into the cloudy mirror- we blended in so well because we were JUST LIKE THEM. Let me repeat the fact we looked like one of them.

It may have been a stretch to be so hysterical, yes. Nevertheless, this was a contradiction to anything we had ever seen. I stared into the dirty mirror, partially pissed, and partially dumbfounded. What was happening? I was hoping this was a sick, supernatural joke. I mean, I really do not quite remember waking up, right?

"What the HELL?" Megan yelled, at no specific person.
I stared again. My irises were no longer brown, but a terrific green. I squinted. My skin was a pale ivory. Scarily drained of color, I had dark burgundy hair and it was almost brown. I groaned in utter disgust. Why did I look like a bimbo cheerleader?

It was a conspiracy. Bad luck charm? Maybe. I blinked, hard before I stared at Megan. I snickered. She looked top pretty for her, it was scary.
"Look in the mirror." I said, between snickers

"No," She protested, "I don't want to see myself like, like YOU look."

"You don't look as girly." I chided

"Yeahhh..." She turned toward the mirror "Oh my god!"

She was not pale like me, no, but she was not far off. Her irises remained brown, but her hair was a pitch black, draping over her tiny face like a wall.

"At least you don't look like 'That Whore Named Chelsea!" I shouted.

"Let's Go. We're here for...something." Megan facilitated.

I think she was only mad because of her skin color. Her regular skin color was a dark brown, now it was the farthest thing from it. I frowned and followed her.

The hallways of this school were not large like normal. It was farthest from, because as plain as I can see, THIS TOWN WASN'T NORMAL!
"Hellooo." a voice said, I turned.

Ugh. Stupid teenage white boy.

"I'm gonna shove that hello up your-" Megan started

"Shhh. Don't." I restrained her "He was cute."

"Aghh!" Megan walked ahead

I giggled and followed a big broad and caught my shoulder "Chelsea Matthews! You are supposed to be in Biology! If you and Evelyn are cutting-,"

"What are you-" I started then stopped-I no longer looked like me.

"We're leaving now." Megan guided me to Math. I shrugged, looking both sat down taking some innocent enough looking seats. Then I did another double take.

It was not just another Math class, or just a bunch of Caucasian kids. It was a familiar group of kids; we had seen and read about thousands of times. From Forks High School. From Our lovely book.

Twilight.