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Ch.2: Breaking the Rules

I know I'm not supposed to read anything out loud, but the part was just so detailed and beautiful I kind of got caught up in the moment.

I read out loud from the second paragraph on page eighteen all the way until Bella asks the girl from her Spanish class who the beautiful strangers were on page nineteen, and then I sighed like a girl in love and rolled onto my back.

The book began to shake and tremble in my pale hands and I glanced in horror as the words on the page began to shift, change.

I clasped my hands over my mouth allowing the book to slam shut in my lap and then backed all the way up against the headboard of my bed; this couldn't be happening to me.

I looked back at the book that was suddenly different – it had no title or cover art anymore, the apple and delicate arms were gone.

I stroked the pages lightly with my fingers before picking the book back up hesitantly and flipping it open to where I had left off, but the terrible things were just beginning. The beautiful strangers I had just read about were no longer anywhere among the pages, the whole scene had shifted to Bella glancing at a boy with black hair and skinny jeans; my brother.

"No," I whispered.

A light knock on the door made me drop the book between my footboard and mattress and I felt my body slightly trembling.

"Danica, can I come in?" My dad asked.

"Sure," I choked.

My dad entered the room smiling before knitting his eyebrows together in confusion due to my obvious estranged facial expression and shakiness.

"Dad," I spoke quietly, "you know that book you gave me as a gift?"

My dad cocked his head to the side and scratched the back of his neck, "what book?"

"Twilight," I panicked.

"Never heard of it, maybe I could find it for you when we go to Seattle or Port Angeles," My dad smiled.

My dad loved books as much as me, how could he not know of a New York Times bestseller.

"Dad," I sobbed, "please it's not funny to joke with me like this."

"Dani, I've never heard of Twilight," he said concerned; sitting down next to me on the bed, "are you okay?"

"Where's Daemon?" I asked frantically.

"Who?" my dad seemed confused again.

I felt my heart stop in my chest; Daemon was gone.

I jumped up from my bed and sprinted to the room that my brother had been in talking to Angie only moments before – practically ripping the door off the hinges and falling on my face, but it was nothing but a plain bathroom.

"Angie?" I cried.

No answer.

"Danica, Angie's with your mom in Florida," My dad said; rolling his sleeves up.

"Mom ran away to the circus, she was crazy…" I said.

"That's no way to talk about Andrea," My dad said sternly, "How are your mom and Steve by the way?"

"What are you talking about dad?" I breathed.

"You just got here from Florida after living with your mom and step dad and I was wondering if she was happy," he scratched the back of his neck.

This couldn't be happening; my mom wasn't a home wrecking trapeze artist anymore.

"You should go to bed, everyone in town knows your coming to school tomorrow, I'm sorry," My dad said.

I turned bright red at the idea of everyone knowing I'd be there, but the lingering feeling in the pit of my stomach began to make me sick.

"Okay," I whispered.

"I have an early shift at the hospital, so I'll be gone before you wake up," He looked apologetic.

I nodded in a daze as he kissed me lightly on top of my head and I stumbled into my room shutting the door barely able to think, a haze of utter confusion practically choking me to death.

I looked down at the book between my footboard and bed but I was too shaken to actually pick it up again just yet; sleep would help clear my mind.

I walked over to my suitcase and began to unpack everything inside, clothes I remembered well, but strange photos of a woman I slightly resembled, Angie, and I sat at the very bottom that I hadn't packed; I freaked out.

I threw on the first pair of decent sleeping clothes I could find and tightly tucked myself into bed, squeezing my eyes shut and begging my self to sleep mentally, but the rain at my window had different plans for me.

When I awoke in the morning after a few hours of sleep it was as if the sun had been blocked by a huge pair of sunglasses, it was barely noticeable through all the clouds and rain.

I walked over miserably to my suit case and pulled out my bathroom things – quickly taking a shower at the bathroom that was once my brother's room, and then put on my jeans and blue long-sleeved shirt for school completing it with my pair of boots.

Walking down the stairs was a miserable experience as well; I almost fell down the stairs completely. I bent down and tied the lose boot string that was surely the culprit in my almost tumble and then walked over to the counter to make toast.

I made and ate my small breakfast in a sort of daydream state trying to think about Daemon, but it seemed like the more I thought about him, the more pieces of memories began to fade away; I was forgetting about him.

I shook my head fiercely and grabbed my scarf off the back of the couch and my coat off of the rack – dad had already shoved the keys to my truck in the pocket, I smiled.

I walked outside and climbed into the driver's side, slowly turning the key in the ignition, and I let out a sigh of relief when my truck groaned and rumbled to life.

I drove to the high school that wasn't hard to find at all in silence – it was just off the highway, exactly how Bella had described in the book, and I felt a tear make its way to the corner of my eye just thinking about the story and my fading brother.

I pulled up to an empty space somewhat far from the main office and my truck groaned to a stop, I was a little bit later than I wanted to be.

I turned hot pink as everyone in the parking lot stared at me in awed silence getting out of my car, some were smiling hugely at me, and others were looking at me skeptically.

I sloshed my way through the rain to the main office and didn't bother to pull my hood up, allowing the rain to dampen my head and cause my brown hair to stick to my face concealing me. Being here was more embarrassing and nerve racking than I could have imagined.

I opened the door to the office with a gust of warm hair welcoming me and a woman with graying hair looked at me from behind horned rim glasses, a confused smile on her face.

"Hello, may I help you?" Her rough voice asked.

Her voice was harsh and scratchy making her sound much older than she already looked.

"Um, I'm Danica Weston," I spoke softly.

"Ah yes, we were expecting you," She smiled wider; revealing her yellowed teeth; smoker. "Here is your schedule, not hard to find your way around this high school in your case I'm sure."

I nodded at her silently in reply, adjusting my bag on my shoulder, but I was still going to get lost because I had a terrible sense of direction.

I walked through the somewhat crowded halls that were nothing compared to my old high school and I looked around cautiously trying to find my first class.

"Hey there," A voice called from behind me.

I turned around to face the direction of the voice when a boy ran into me.

"Sorry," I muttered; blushing.

"No biggie," He replied; grinning, "I'm Kyle, your Danica right?"

"Yes," I said; dad really did tell everyone, "but I like Dani better."

"Dani, that's cute," He said.

I blushed again and glanced back down at my schedule, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Need some help getting around, I wouldn't mind being your official tour guide," He asked eagerly.

I smiled the best I could manage and nodded, handing him my schedule.

"Well, looks like my prayers were answered, you're in my first class," He grinned again, "come on."

I rolled my eyes behind him and followed him slowly trying to convince myself in my head not to trip, but I stumbled on the small rug in the entrance of the classroom.

"Hey Mrs. Patton, this is Danica Weston," The boy Kyle pointed at me.

I blushed again when the class stared at me and I waved dumbly.

"Dani," I mumbled quietly.

"Well Dani, I'm sure Kyle wouldn't mind if you took the desk next to him in the back," The woman said kindly.

I followed Kyle to the back keeping my head down so that I didn't have to meet the eyes of all the students staring at me, and I took a seat at the rectangular table next to the overly-friendly boy who was telling everyone that he was my tour guide.

I suffered through biology with Kyle and then English with a girl he introduced me to named Heather; she was almost as quiet as me which made things less awkward.

I walked with them to the library for study hall, ready to drown myself in any sort of book to make my embarrassment disappear, when I saw them for the first time as we snagged a table by the door.

The five pale individuals were sitting at a table in the very corner of the library completely concealed from everyone else, every one of them reading while facing different directions. They were beautiful, flawless and none of them looked like they belonged here in the ordinary library, in this ordinary town.

"I see you've noticed the Cullens," A girl said; sitting down next to the other quiet girl Heather.

I gulped hard at the name she spoke just then; the Cullen's from the book.

"I'm Sophie," She said; extending her hand to me.

I shook her hand lightly, "Dani."

"Oh I know who you are," she whispered; reading the cover of a magazine, "I think everyone knows."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say.

"The Cullens give me the creeps," Kyle said; shuddering.

Heather and Sophie giggled quietly, but I couldn't move, I was frozen.

"I see Edward has noticed you too," The girl huffed.

"Edward?" I asked.

I peered through my hair to see a pair of eyes staring curiously in my direction, eyes that belonged to the most beautiful boy I had ever seen.

Edward was pale with dark bruises under his eyes that contrasted with his ivory skin, his auburn hair looked like he had just rolled out of bed and left it that way, but even that was perfect looking.

His eyes narrowed at me and his jaw set like he was concentrating really hard on something, scrutinizing my every feature, and I looked down again and blushed; having a hard time breathing.

"I have to go," I whispered; grabbing my things and attempting to walk as quickly as I could from the library.

I practically ran through the doors and pressed myself against a cold wall to start up my breathing again, but I couldn't get Edward's eyes or face from my mind. He was a god.

I pressed my hands to my forehead and concentrated on inhaling and exhaling when a sudden thought struck me; the back of the book before I had ruined it.

Edward was a vampire…

I gasped loudly and stood up peering through the glass of the door, but when I looked at the table, the five perfect Cullens were gone.

Not only had I ruined a book and broken the rules, I had brought out what I'm pretty sure was a family of vampires to Forks, one of which made my breathing stop just by looking at me, what had I done?

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