The next morning went by in a blur. I vaguely recall rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom for a shower. I stared at myself after, noting that I looked exactly as I had the previous morning and the morning before that. If this was some kind of joke, which I was completely convinced, Edward couldn't change how I'd changed over the years. But then I noticed something. I had a scar on my shoulder from when James attacked me, looking down I noticed it was gone. I turned away from the mirror and looked at my arm and sure enough it wasn't there.

Confused, but still avoiding the possibility that it had all been a dream, I found myself in front of my closet. My confusion was only added to when clothes I remembered donating last summer were hanging at the front of my closet. The item that stood out the most was the blue blouse I'd first worn to the Cullen's, Edward's favorite. It had shrunk in one of Charlie's failed attempts to help me with laundry. I grabbed it and examined it closely.

It was the same brand and style as the previous one. I turned towards my bed and lay it gently down. So Edward had found another one, big deal. There was nothing he didn't think his money could buy. I pulled out a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and put them down next to the blouse. I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail .

I ate breakfast, half a sawdust flavored granola bar and a smidge of orange juice. I wasn't really hungry and was just going through the motions.

I was anxious to get going and was even leaving much earlier then I would have normally. I looked out the window and saw that Charlie's cruiser wasn't in the drive. I had trouble believing Edward would get Charlie to go along with this, unless it was Alice's idea. He absolutely adored her and would probably think it pretty funny if she suggested it.

The rain outside was light, even so I pulled my hood up over my head. I had this coat my first year in Forks and had given it to Angela after her coat went missing. Not impossible to track down if Edward just asked to borrow it.

I had to tug pretty hard on the door of my truck to get it open and by now my morning began to slow and I was processing the things I was doing instead of just doing them. I climbed in and was floored by the strong smell of peppermint and tobacco. It had faded over the years, now it was just a pepperminty smell whenever it got too warm in the cab. I placed my key in the ignition and after two attempts the engine roared to life. I got the heating going, but I also cranked my window down slightly, hoping to get some fresh air.

I let the engine warm up a bit, before moving. And contemplated exactly what was going to happen today.

I wasn't sure what to expect at the school, being the beginning of August school wouldn't be starting for another month. Edward had the money and he was persuasive, but he wouldn't be able to convince everyone to come back for this epic prank.

I sighed and threw my truck into reverse and carefully backed out of the driveway.

The way to Fork's High School was already programmed into my head and I drove with little thought about where I was going. The highway was a little busy and my exit even busier. They were all headed to Forks High and I was shocked when I pulled into the school's parking lot and found it full of cars. Some of them I recognized, like Tyler's van that nearly crushed me for instance. I was beginning to have doubts now. Tyler's van had been totaled by the accident. My head was starting to hurt.

I circled around the lot twice, seeing faces I hadn't seen since graduation. Eventually I found a spot close to my favorite silver Volvo. I killed the engine and met the gaze of several students who were gawking at me and my truck. I opened the door and jumped down, splashing in a puddle as I landed. The wind had picked up was blowing in my direction. I pulled my hood up again and held it close, turning away and walking over to the sidewalk.

I walked up to the Volvo parked two spots down but it was empty. I sighed and walked back up to the sidewalk. I had to think for a second what my first class had been. English.

I walked towards building three, following behind two matching navy rain coats. I wasn't facing towards the rain now and had wrapped my arms around myself. The cold had infiltrated my bones and I was shivering.

I noticed the students in front of me kept looking back at me, snapping forward whenever they noticed me glaring at them. They were whispering as well, too low for me to hear, but I thought I'd caught the name 'Hale'. I picked up the pace, the last name of my future brother and sister in-law had me straining to hear the rest of their conversation, but they sped up as well.

They turned away at building three and I walked into the classroom alone. I sat in the back to avoid the stares of my 'classmates', who'd also arrived to class early. I peeled off my coat and shook it out, getting the last of the drops of rain off before slinging it over the back of my chair.

I nervously played with my hair, anxious for Edward to appear. I pulled on my ponytail, making it tighter and tucked the strands that come loose behind my ear.

After what felt like a lifetime Mr. Mason lumbered into class. He looked tired and worn, deep lines creased on his forehead. I folded my arms and glared down at him. He mumbled a good morning and asked everyone to pull out supplies to take notes. Then he began a lecture, the very same lecture he'd given my second day in Forks. As he spoke I spotted Eric, who was scribbling fairly intently on the paper in front of him.

Mr. Mason called me out on not having any of my books or paper, which made everyone in the room turn and stare at me. I blushed and kept my eyes down for the rest of class.

When the torture finally ended I stood and quickly walked over to where Eric was sitting. I slammed my hands on his desk a little to hard and he jumped. He looked up at me, I could tell he was weary, but was trying to come off as friendly.

"Hey, Bella. What's up?"

I didn't want to deal with this nonsense. "What the heck is going on Eric?" His face crumpled in confusion. Most people has rushed right out when class ended, but some had stuck around to watch the show. I felt my face begin to flush, but maintained my composure.

"I don't know what you m-mean." He stammered, shoving his notebook into his bag quickly. The girl who had been sitting next to him stood up quickly and rushed out the room. I looked after her before glaring at Eric.

"Seriously, how much did Edward pay you to play along with this?" The whole room went still, like all the oxygen had suddenly been sucked out. Eric went stiff and all the color drained from his face. He pulled his bag off the table and quickly moved away from me. Others who had stopped began to move again, whispering amongst themselves.

Eric didn't say anything else as he practically ran away from me. I felt my blood start to go icy as I walked back to my chair to retrieve my coast. I bit my lip to stop the tears of anger welling in my eyes. Eric's avoidance and general attitude really ticked me off.

I walked slowly towards building 6 where a fun lecture on foreign policy awaited me. I ignored my classmates, even as some glared as they passed. I was lost in thought, this was just too elaborate of a prank and that something was very, very wrong here.

I kept to myself, locked away in my own head through Government and Trig. Between classes I tried pretend the hostile feelings all around me weren't there. Being such a small campus word about my 'outburst' this morning had traveled and people seemed almost frightened of me. I tried to focus on finding at least one of the Cullens, but it was like they were avoiding me.

My last class before lunch, Spanish, was the only class where I didn't sit alone. I was already sat, staring ahead and ignoring my growing anxiety when I heard the chair beside me pull out and watched Jessica hesitantly sit down.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her look me up and down before turning away from me and facing the front. She was probably wondering if I was going to start demanding answers about what was going on from her as well.

The class dragged on and I kept catching Jessica staring at me. The last time I caught her I tried to smile reassuringly, but she grimaced and scooted as far away from me as possible. I wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what, so I kept my mouth shut.

Finally, before my sanity completely left me, class was over. I jumped up and raced out of the classroom, ignoring the bewildered stares.

I ran to the cafeteria, narrowly avoiding falling on my face. Being one of the first students there I had to luxury of not having to wait in too long of a line. I wasn't hungry, my stomach was doing little flips, so I grabbed a bottle of coke and waited patiently to get to the front to pay. I was next in line and had a good view of the cafeteria, I looked out and it felt like my heart stopped.

In the furthest corner sat the five of the most beautiful beings I'd ever seen. My heart started up again in double time, when, for the shortest of moments, I saw him glance in my direction.

I paid and stepped out, still staring, as if this was the first time I'd ever seen them. They were all leaning in, huddled close. Probably whispering to each other, but so low that no humans would be able to hear. None of them had a tray in front of them, which was a little odd to me, but there wasn't any need because now the jig was up.

Snapping out of my trance I began to walk in their direction. Only Alice looked up from the group and watched as I advanced, it felt like I was moving in slow motion. Something was off about Alice's expression, in fact there was something off about the group as a whole, but I couldn't place what was different.

When I was about a tables length away all but Edward were looking my way. I got to the end of their table, dread was starting to fill me when I suddenly realized what was wrong with them. Their eyes were dark, as if they hadn't fed in some time. But that wasn't what bothered me, it was their hateful stares. I felt my skin begin to tingle and the feeling of dread grew stronger.

"Okay this isn't funn-" The words got caught in my throat when Edward finally looked up. I realized it wasn't the hateful glares, it was the color of their eyes. They were a dark burgundy. I took a few steps back and held back the bile and screams that were beginning to build. I was vaguely aware that everyone is the cafeteria, staff, students and vampires alike, were all watching me.

My bottle of soda slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a thud and rolled under their table. I saw Jasper fidget slightly, then the sound of fizzy soda spilling everywhere filled the silent cafeteria. I felt faint and my fight or flight instinct was kicking in.

Knowing there was no way I could fight five vampires I turned and ran as fast as I could, surprisingly I didn't trip over myself as I moved.

I threw the cafeteria doors open and gasped as the cold air hit me. I didn't stop running until I'd reached the picnic benches at the edge of campus. I doubled over, placing my hands on my knees, and dry heaved. I straightened up and tried to control the sobs escaping my chest. I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around myself. The feeling was reminiscent of when Edward had left me. Except this time he wasn't gone from my world. He was just evil.

This was hell.

I really had died in that clearing and now I was paying. But for what? I wasn't an evil or hateful person. Maybe loving a vampire was my crime.

I stayed still for a long time, long after my tears had dried up and my sobs had subsided. I pulled my knees from underneath myself and moved them in front of me. I wrapped my arms around them and rest my chin on top.

I wasn't sure how long it had been since lunch had ended. I figured I'd been there a least an hour. I decided I'd wait a little long and hope that by then everyone had already gone home. I wasn't in the mood to talk and didn't want to risk running into anyone.

I was numb on the inside and thanks to the cold rain on the outside as well. Every time I tried to process my brain seemed to shut down, so I stopped trying and just let myself rock back and forth. If this was hell was there any chance for redemption? I wasn't sure. I wanted my perfect world back, by any means necessary, I was going to get it back. I just didn't know how.