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Disclaimer: It's obvious, but here we go: I don't own Twilight.

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"Claire, take that back!"

"I will not. Bella is weak and unstable. Edward is unrealistic. Jacob is just there to be jealous. Face it, Hannah, Twilight just doesn't cut it as a piece of fiction."

"And you can claim this just because you're an aspiring author."

"No, I claim it as both a reader and writer. And Twilight creates a cult that leaves girls waiting for Edward to bite."

My best friend cradled Twilight against her chest. "I hope you eat your words someday."

I snorted. "As a writer, I eat words all the time. And, it's in alphabet soup."

"You know what I mean."

We were doing a quiet argument in the William T. Cozby Public Library, more commonly known as the Coppell Public Library.

A librarian strolled by. She noticed the book my friend held.

"Oh, Twilight. Well, that is a fascinating piece of work."

I snorted.

"Ah, a doubter."

This time Hannah snorted. "You have no idea."

"I see. Young lady, have you read the series?"

"Yeah," I responded. "I had to. I become OCD about reading books and finishing series. Once I start the first book, I read them all."

"Follow me."

I followed her to the librarian's longue where she picked up a book and gave it to me.

"Your very own copy of Twilight. I want you to read it thoroughly. Every doubter that is a teenage girl needs one. I also have New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn."

She then piled three more books onto the already thick one in my hands.

"Um, thanks, Mrs…"

"Mrs. Meyer."

I looked at the iconic items: an apple, the flower, ribbon, and chess pieces. I decided maybe I would burn them once I got home. It would be terribly ironic. Maybe I would even rip them into little pieces first.

"Good-bye now."

I drove the family car, a Toyota Honda with several battle scars, home.

My mom asked, "Did you have a good time at the library?"

"Yeah. Some librarian gave me the entire Twilight Saga, saying that every doubter needed one. Especially one who's a teenage girl."

"Well, perhaps, you're not giving enough of a chance, sweetheart."

"Great," I mumbled. "Even my mom feels the need to lecture me on the amazingness of – freaking – Twilight."

I then stomped to my room upstairs, its lilac color walls calming.

Out of sheer boredom, I flipped open Twilight expecting to see the familiar thing about the forbidden fruit and other nonsense and hunters sauntering forward to kill Bella. Blah, blah, blah. But to my surprise, the book was blank. The only thing that was there was a note on the inside cover saying, To my doubter friend. Clarissa, I hope you enjoy it. Mrs. Meyer.

How'd she know my name was Clarissa? Claire, she probably could've overheard from me and Hannah, but jumping to Clarissa as my full name was a stretch.

And a blank book? Who gives people books and treats it like some great work of art and it's blank? Nobody sane, I tell you.

It was growing dark outside, and it's in the summer time, so that means it's actually growing late, but before I got into bed, I hunted down my mother's copy of Twilight, which actually took a long time. 459 pages, with about 34 pages left for an excerpt for New Moon. I checked the blank copy of Twilight and sure enough at the bottom of each page had a label up to 459 pages and 34 extra pages not numbered, with a few pages at the front for the table of contents and the scripture from Genesis.

Odd. But it was getting late now, and I needed to get my sleep, or my over active imagination would start cooking up some theory about all this. And my theories are crazier than the Area 51 conspiracy theory. I placed Twilight on the stack of the Twilight Saga on my bedside table, placing my Broadway's Beauty and the Beast CD on top to act as a paperweight to keep the cover from sticking up.

I went to sleep to find a girl and a boy, conversing quietly in a meadow. The girl looked a lot like me, with caramel hair, - not blonde, but not brown – and blue eyes. The boy was obviously a vampire; his crystal skin was glistening in the brilliant sunlight. And I heard Mrs. Meyer's voice telling me, this will come to pass soon. I hope you have a wonderful time.

Gradually, I woke up from that dream.

I woke up to a nightmare.