Right from the moment I enter the building, I know something strange is going on. I can't quite put my finger on it though. I let it slip my mind.

Scanning the corridors I find my best friends Gabriella and Melissa, spotting me, Gabriella starts waving frantically, her bright red curls bouncing.

"Dannnnniee!" She yells.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I smile.

Melissa spins around, revealing a new T-Shirt. It has a tall, tanned man on it, and then the words 'R.I.P Edward Cullen' across the bottom. At first, I only realize that I recognize this man, I'm not sure where from; maybe he was Melissa's new celebrity crush, but he was a little old.

That's when the T-Shirts words finally sink in. 'R.I.P Edward Cullen?' What?!

"Mel, why is your shirt suggesting Edward Cullen is dead?" I can't believe anyone would even want to THINK of such a beautiful being dead!

"Oh, Danny. I know it's early and everything, but please don't bring this up. It's hard enough to accept that... that. How could Stephenie do this to us? So harsh." She dabs her eyelash with her pinky finger.

"Ermm, what?"

"Oh c'mon, is this some kind of joke? It isn't funny!" She half-shouts at me. Laid-back, cool as a cucumber Melissa is yelling? At me? Wow, something really isn't right.

"No, I'm not joking, can you please just explain, I mean, just... What are you going on about?"

"Danny, when was the last time you read New Moon?" She speaks slowly, as if I were a two-year old being taught my ABC's.

"Last night."

"Well you know what happens! Can we please just not talk about it? I mean, it just hurts so much! And then poor Bella, having to spend the rest of her life with Jacob."

"Okay, Melissa. Shut up! I can't believe you went out and made that T-Shirt just play a trick on me!" Melissa and Gabriella stare warily at each other.

"Danny, seriously, you're starting to creep us out. We all know you've read the book, right? You know what happens." Gabriella is watching me carefully as she says this. She then reaches into my bag and pulls out one of my folders.

"Wha-" I study the doodles and sketches on the page, a certain one catches my eye.

'R.I.P Edward Cullen, you'll never be forgotten. 1901 - 2006.' I'm speechless. After a moment of shock, I quickly search through my bag and pull out Eclipse. 'CHAPTER ONE - MISSING EDWARD, CHAPTER TWO - THE SHOW MOST GO ON, CHAPTER THREE - CHOOSING PARIS.'

The third chapter rang alarm bells especially, didn't Bella refer to JACOB as Paris? No! This cannot be happening. It's impossible. But then I felt a strange sense of Deja Vu, Edward dying, like it had already happened before... The dream. My dream. But no way! I must seriously be going crazy. I stare at Melissa's shirt thoughtfully. But that man... doesn't he look a little like... Holy crap! My dream, it had the same character. I swear it did. That man... He got in the way of Bella, while I stood there and watched. I have to put this right, I have to dream again.

I mentally smack my head. I actually am going crazy. Did I just think that my DREAMS could affect the real world? Oh dear, I think I need to see a doctor...

The school day passes quickly, probably because I'm in a daze, my own private world.

When I get home, I greet my mother and rush upstairs, I'm exhausted, despite my waking up fifteen minutes before school.

As soon as I reach my room I flop onto my bed and instantly fall asleep which is strange as it usually takes me hours to get to sleep.

I know where I am and I know what I've got to do. I quickly round the corner and spot the fountain. That's where I need to be. I sprint in that slow dream-like pace until I spot the man. He's standing in the same place he was yesterday. People start to mumble in annoyance around me, I guess that's Bella's que.

I drift up to the man, planning on asking him if he would possibly step out of the way but suddenly Bella was there, leaping off the fountain wall and I have no choice but to shove the man hard in his chest. We only just manage to leave Bella space.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The man shouts into my face.

"I...urmm... didn't want you to get splashed by that girl?" It came out as more of a question. He looked at me like I was mad. "Well, I umm, gotta go now, happy St. Marcus day." I say cheerfully.

By then, a crowd has gathered, and are staring at us. Oops. I push through and jog back round the corner. And almost get hit by a yellow porsche. I squint through the heavily tinted windows when I hear a ringing that sounds a lot like my cell phone alarm. I search my pockets.

And find my pajama pants, I reach over and grab the phone, silencing it. The dream still fresh in my mind; I should probably start writing these down, they would make a great fanfic.