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Chapter 3.

Edward Cullen... Edward Cullen... Isabella Cullen? I woke from my dream and stared at the clock. It was only five in the morning! Ugh, the Cullen boy kept me up all night. I just couldn't stop dreaming about him. I keep dreaming that he asks me out, or proposes to go steady, or proposes to get married. And I don't even know the guy! Maybe a drink of water would help me sleep. I slowly sat up and turned on the lamp sitting on the table next to my bed. "I have to be quiet." I thought. "I can't wake Charlie. I have to be careful not to hurt myself. "Knowing me, I'd trip and eat it trying to get out of my bedroom or stub my toe and fly down the stairs - superman style. "I have to walk slowly." I placed my foot on the floor below me , making sure not to trip and fall. One step at a time, I creped out into the hallway and down the stair case. Thank god I never fell! Then I reached in the cupboard and got a glass. Creek! Was that the floor? Did I wake Charlie? I spun around to see, or at least tried to. "Failure." I thought to myself as my body smashed against the cold, hard , floor. BANG! I fell ... figures. But then, I felt a sharp pain going through my left hand. Damn! I totally forgot about it. I broke the glass in my hand!

"Bella? What the...." dad stuttered. "Oh no, are you okay?" he asked as he reached for the light switch.

"Not really." I said quietly and tried to sit up. "WHOA! Room spin!" I said as I tried to steady myself.

"Oh Bella, you hit your head!" He said with a worried expression. "And you hurt your hand!" He said as he got to his knees to check out the wound better. "Darling, that's not going to come out with tweezers." he said as he examined the glass that was stuck in my left palm.

"Dad, it hurts." I flinched.

"Sorry!" cried as he let my hand go. "Do you think we should go to the doctor?" He asked.

"Um... maybe in the morning?" I suggested. "Isn't it a bit late to show up - asking for stitches?"

"I'm sure Dr. Cullen won't mind. They have 24 hour shifts at the hospital anyways." he said as he lifted me from the floor.

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It was bright in the hospital - a little too bright for my liking. It made my headache a lot worse. Dad reassured me that everything would be fine, the doctor wouldn't hurt me. "I know dad, I'm not a five year old anymore" I thought, but was in too much pain to say. He helped me onto the checkup bed.

"Dr. Cullen will be here in a minute." a woman said as the door closed.

"Dad?" I asked "how long do we have to stay here? I really want to sleep."

"Bella, you cannot sleep until that chunk of glass is out of your palm." He told me. "I'm buying plastic drinking glasses from now on." I heard the door open.

"Isabella Swan?" a friendly voice asked.

"Mhmm?" I said - half asleep.

"Do you mind if I take a look at your hand?" the voice filled the room again. I shook my head. "Okay, you may feel a slight pinch." the man warned. He was right... I felt a slight pinch. But it felt a lot better once he wrapped my hand up.

"Thank- you Doctor." I said smiling - or at least, I think I smiled? The last thing I remembered was walking to the car. Everything else was a blur.

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I jumped at the sound of the phone.

"Hey, you've reached the Swan's. We're busy - so leave your name and number and we'll get back to you. Thanks." Charlie's voice filled the empty house.

"Bella? Are you home? Are you okay?" Ahh, its Jake. I smiled. "Listen, just call me back alright? I want to do something fun today." He hung up.

"What time is it?" I thought. I turned my head to look at my alarm clock." 2:00 p.m. "it read." Crap!" I got up slowly and stumbled into the bathroom. "Ugh... I look horrible." I thought as I washed my face and brushed my teeth. "Maybe I should get a shower?" I asked myself. It could help? I reached in behind the shower curtain and turned the faucet to medium. "Perfect" I thought as I closed the door and proceeded with my cleansing process.

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