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Xox-Bella's POV-xox

Geometry was like the twenty something times I'd taken it already- boring and annoying. I tried to do what Mika taught me to do, picture. She had a talent she'd developed, picturing; it was something memories helped with, which was why she did it so well. She'd take a scene and mentally put its description into words for herself, repeating them back to help her. I could see the large things, but she could picture every detail. If she'd gone to a beach in her picture, you could hear the waves in her voice as she described it to you, you could see the pebbles you tossed into the water, the ripples the waves left as they danced along the sand.

The rush of water welcomed me first as the pond on top of the hill faded in. Cool, smooth rocks lined the edge with two openings. Two twin streams flowed down to the bottom of the hill, filling into the pond below. Between these twin streams were rocks with flat tops, perfect for sitting. The grass edged to the water, leaving a green blanket over the dusty dirt that was once so lifeless. The trees covered above, allowing soft rays of sunlight to slip through. Fish swam harmlessly along the bottom of the pond, swirling in circles, mesmerizing the waves around them into a elegant dance. I sat down on a flat rock and listened to the soft shushing of the river, allowing natural waves of calm to sweep me in. The air was cool and soft, not brittle and hot, or biting and freezing. I looked upward, watching at the sunlight danced above my head, casting lighter shades of green on the leaved.

I was pulled from this picture by the bell, signaling our fifteen minute break. I picked up my bags and walked out and down the hall to my locker to leave my books. I had noticed the small pixie like girl from this morning. She walked past me, a soft smile on her face like she knew me. She was obviously vampire, and vegetarian at that. She must be a Cullen then. I tried to smile politely back at her as I shoved Geometry I and my English Literature 9 textbooks into the small locker and walked off, hoping to find a place to sit in silence.

I had History next, American History of all things. I'd lived through almost half of this country's history and I knew World War I and II with exceptional detail, not to mention all the others America had managed to get involved in. It was a miracle we were still standing.

I sighed to myself and leaned up against the door as I waited quietly for a new torment to begin. I hated waiting; it gave me far too much time to think. My mind drifted to flashbacks of those nine words of utter pain, pain that made me wish my existence had ended when Victoria found me. This was pain that made me break into tears, painful, burning tears. I waited for my need to run to the nurse, to say I had fallen sick, that I was too ill to stand. I could get Mika to bring me home. No, she would worry.

I sighed to myself again, trying to focus on the faces as they past me. Some faces looked a little familiar to me. One was Tom Newton, John Newton's Great-grandson; he looked similar, blond hair, blue eyes, golden retriever-like attitude. I bet his brother was worse. I'd seen Mike Newton, his older brother, and Mike was almost stalker creepy when he saw me.

I walked into the grocery store for some food for the week. It all seemed the same until I ran in a man. He had spiky blond hair, mid-blue eyes, matured angular jaw. In that flash second I saw who must have been his Great-grandfather John Newton. He looked at me blankly for a second after I had recovered. In that second I was instantly feeling awkward. He smiled as he looked me up and down.

"I'm Mike, what's your name?" he asked.

"Bella" I said clearly.

"Well Bella, Forks can get pretty boring, if you're ever in need of some real fun, call me, okay?" he said, handing me a piece of paper from his pocket, containing what I assume was his phone number.

"No thanks, I start ninth grade next year with my sister, I'll be too busy studying" I told him.

He was a college student I believe, WU according to his sweatshirt. His face fell. I looked as old as I technically was- eighteen- but I was trying to pass for fourteen, almost fifteen. He looked me over one last time and said.

"Well, every girl needs a break, call me when you're in need" he said, handing me the paper again.

I took it this time, grabbed what left I needed and checked out. Once out of the tiny store, I took out the piece of paper and was about to tear it up, when I thought- Why not mess with the pervert! I ran home and made flyers with Mika saying that some new company offered free walkers and canes to the first hundred callers. For the number we posted Mike's number and hung them all up in retirement homes all over the Olympic area.

I laughed at the thought and wondered how pissed he was so far. I glanced around and saw his face, but tried to ignore the hurt and the pain. The bell rang and Mr. Kemp opened the door for us, allowing us in. I trudged to a random seat in the back and sat down, looking at nothing in particular. Something caught my eye, him. He looked at me for a moment or two, shook his head and sat down in the front row, straight ahead of me. I pulled out Withering Heights and began to read, trying desperately to drown myself in the words, but my mind stayed surfaced. The lecture must have begun without my noticing because I saw others around me had notes and books out.

I wish I could let my shield down, allow Mika to talk to me, but with him here, I couldn't. He would hear all of the conversation.

"Let's see, Edward Cullen" I winced in pain. "Would you please tell me when the Declaration of Independence was written?"

"July 4th, 1776." He said clearly. His soft velvet voice was slightly coarser than I remember, but it still brought pain to hear it.

"Isabella Demietra" He called for me after glancing down at the list of students. I looked up at the teacher. "What was the Declaration of Independence about?"

"The thirteen colonies felt King George the Third had wronged the in many ways, so they wanted to declare independence, in that document they stated the ways he wronged them" He looked back over at me, his face was almost unreadable, but I saw the pain.

Xox-Edward's POV-xox

I trudged over to American History when I saw her face. Her skin was just as pale, her eyes were that identical warm brown that always made me melt inside. Her lip was slightly fuller, just like her's. I looked at her face in disbelief. I looked at her face counting all the identical features that made her perfect. The hair was long, cascading down to her elegant hips in soft lovely curls. I wanted to hold her, have my fingers play carefree in her hair, smell her soft skin and know I was home. Just like her. I noticed the slight pain in her eyes. I wanted to tell her I loved her, that I never stopped thinking about her, and that I couldn't even if I wanted to. Just like her.

The teacher let us in- Mr. Kemp I believe. I waited a few moments, still stunned, but when I walked in I saw her sitting in the back. I looked at her. Her eyes didn't look at me "dazzled" as she called it. She showed no emotion to my face. This hurt me so deeply that I wanted to cry, to allow tears out just to feel that relief all humans did after a good crying. I sat down in the front row, directly in front of her. The bell must have rung at some point because no Mr. Kemp was giving us a lecture for the beginning of the year test about the beginning of our country's history.

"Let's see, Mr. Cullen" he said, placing his finger on my name on the call sheet. "Would you please tell me when the Declaration of Independence was written?"

"July 4th, 1776" I said clearly.

"Isabella Demietra" I felt a wave of severe pain hit me. ""What was the Declaration of Independence about?"

"The thirteen colonies felt King George the Third had wronged the in many ways, so they wanted to declare independence, in that document they stated the ways he wronged them" Her voice was alto, but beautiful none the less. It sounded like soft calming waves sweeping along the beach, leaving soft ripples in the golden sand. I turned back at her, pain and love echoing clear in me.

Xox

Has Edward figured it out yet? Notice Bella and Mika haven't blushed yet. How would he know who they are? Will they have to let him in on the secret? Review!!!!

(updated a/n: I got chicken pox (the night I started school) and so I'm stuck here for a week, please review this and read some of my other stories, a review would really make my day)