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"In good faith," said Gawain, "I would gain too much!

Though I am hardly he of whom you are speaking—

the honor you outline is obviously more

than what I am worth—and how well I know it!"

-Sir Gawain and the Green Knight


Chapter One: Edward

There was a girl in the distance. She sat in a bright white dress on the dirty grass under a lone tree. Her knees were pressed against her chest with her arms holding them close. She looked sad. I had the sudden urge to make her smile, although I had no clue who she was. As I walked forward, my vision blurred and I had the feeling of falling. I was being pulled away from the troublesome girl.

"Wait!" I called out into nothingness. My shoulders started aching, my head started spinning, and I heard my name over and over. My eyes snapped open and I was in my bedroom being shaken awake by my pocket-sized sister. It was a dream…

"Come on Edward, get ready!" Alice called over her shoulder as she ran out of my room. She was eager to get to school, as always.

I sighed and shook the memory of the girl out of my mind. I quickly dressed and grabbed a piece of toast on the way out. I ran my fingers through my hair knowing it would just get messed up in a matter of moments.

When we got to school Alice took off to find her friends and I made my way to my first class. There was still twenty minutes to the bell, but I didn't want to make small talk with giddy girls and jealous guys. When I walked into my English class, I saw Bella Swan sitting in the corner next to the window. She was watching the gray sky with a glower. She looked down and wrote something in a notebook. I stared at her in wonder. In the years I've known her, I've never been able to make sense of her mind.

"Good morning, Edward." Mrs. Cartel greeted me from her desk.

"Hello." I gave a small smile to the teacher. I sat down at the table next to Bella as she rolled her eyes, "Good morning, Isabella." I called her by her full name just to annoy her.

She shot a scowl my way and scribbled something in her notebook. God, she was so annoying. I remember when we used to be friends. That was before high school. Before anyone cared about their social status. Before we got sucked into different circles and never talked to each other again. We used to spend hours on end talking to each other. Now we barely said anything outside of being Biology partners. There's times when I wish we were friends again just so I could hear what was on her mind.

I turned my head slightly in her direction and peered at her face. She no longer looked angry. Her expression was calm and her eyes looked warmly at the words that flowed out of her pen.

Yeah, this was one of those times.


The rest of the day went off without a hitch. Well, for the most part. Emmett and I got held after Spanish class because of a stunt he tried to pull, making us both get out late. We were walking to the parking lot when I noticed a black shape in the middle of the green grass. I walked over to it curiously and found it was a journal. Someone must have dropped it in their haste to go home. I looked around but everyone was long gone.

"Just leave it." Emmett said over his shoulder while he kept on his path to the car, "Someone will probably come back looking for it anyways."

I stared after him and pondered his thought. Someone probably would come back to find it, but what if someone else found it first? What if secrets were written in it and someone like Jessica Stanley, the school gossip, got her hands on it?

I stuffed the notebook in my bag, promising to put it in the Lost and Found first thing in the morning.


"Edward!" Alice whined from across the living room, "This math homework is going to kill me." She groaned and hit her head against the wall.

I chuckled, "It's not that hard, Alice."

She scoffed, "That's easy for you to say. You're like, a genius. It's not fair; you got all the smart genes."

I laughed and moved my stuff near her, "What do you need help with?"

And so began the cycle of arguing, scribbling out answers, throwing papers, apologizing, and arguing again. By the end of the half hour we were both furious at each other and we hadn't even gotten past two problems.

I pulled out the History book from my bag, not noticing the journal slipped out with it until Alice asked what it was.

"Nothing," I replied stiffly and shoved it back in my bag.

"Oh, it's nothing?" she stretched her arms and legs, "Then why can't I see it?"

I looked at her little grin through silted eyes, "Because."

Her eyebrows raised, "Nice answer." She said right before dodging for my bag and running off into the closest room.

"Alice!" I banged on the door to the bathroom, jiggling the handle, "Give it back!"

"Or what?" she yelled through the door, "You'll call mommy? Put me in the corner?" I heard a laugh and then the rustling of papers.

Not two seconds later Alice opened the door and had a look of concern on her face, "Edward…did you write this?"

I looked from her expression to the messy writing on the page in confusion, "No…what does it say?"

She looked back down at the journal, "This person really hates their life."


Yes, that's it. Thanks for encouraging the story from the get-go. I do this all for you guys, not the fame or money. Although I would not be opposed to some cash right about now ;)

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