A/N - I may not be able to update for a while after this because I have exams coming up, but I'll certainly try my best. Here's the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I still don't understand the point of these things. It's called Fan Fiction for a reason. The reason: I DON'T OWN IT.

I was, to say the least, shocked, horrified, and, most of all, confused. How were they looking exactly the same? How were theystill in high school?

"Bella? Bella! Bella, snap out of it! What's wrong?" The girl next to me shouted, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

"They're gorgeous, aren't they? Is that why you were so shocked?" Okay, that makes a good cover story.

"Uh, yeah."

The conversation taking place at the table went along lazily. I tried my best to pay attention, laughing and gasping at all the right places, but my mind was too preoccupied. I was busy thinking about them again.

It just didn't make sense. After he met my eyes looking so frustrated, I looked away. I didn't look over again after that. I know it sounds stupid, but I was seriously afraid of these people. If they look inhumanly beautiful and can make themselves look younger, or never age, or something like that, then I'm pretty sure I have every right to be afraid.

Before I knew it, it was time to go to biology. A nice, shy girl named Angela had the class with me, so she showed me where it was.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked out of nowhere. "At the mention of the Cullens, you looked truly horrified. You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to, but I just want to make sure you're okay."

This girl was sweet. She may be blunt when she asks a question, but at least she wasn't Miss Gossip Central like the other girl at the table. I could tell that I was going to like this girl.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." I smiled at her.

She smiled back before heading to her seat. I went up to the teacher and handed him the slip to sign.

"Sit over there," he said while pointing behind me. I whirled around to see where he was pointing. When I saw, my eyes widened.

It was the only open seat in the classroom, but it was more than enough to terrify me. Sitting there, looking bored, was the never-aging, strange Edward Cullen. I gulped and started to walk slowly to the seat. When I sat down, I heard a velvet voice speak.

"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen. You must be Isabella Swan" I looked over and saw him smiling at me, holding out his hand as if to shake mine.

I couldn't bring myself to answer, only to stare at him like an idiot trying to figure out if this truly was the same Edward Cullen.

As I continued to stare at him like I had mental issues, his smile faltered and he brought his hand back toward himself.

I quickly shook my head back and forth, trying to clear it. "Oh, uh sorry. Call me Bella," was my brilliant response.

"Okay, Bella. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just thought you looked like someone I've seen before." I noticed how his face hardened fractionally when I said this. Not enough for someone to notice unless they were paying attention.

'Oh," was all he said as he looked away.

Good going, Bella, he probably thinks you have mental problems right now, I thought to myself.

I shifted my hair a little, making a curtain between us. I could see how his hand clenched, sitting atop his leg as I did this. He looked at me, his black eyes piercing.

That's weird. I distinctly remember his eyes being a golden, topaz color at lunch. Maybe I was imagining things.

With a little effort, I was able to take my mind off the gorgeous god that was sitting beside me, and focus it on the lecture. It was stuff I had already taken before in New York, but I took careful notes anyway. It was a good distraction.

As soon as the bell rang, Edward Cullen was out of his seat and gone before any of the other students had even moved much.

What was with him?

"Hi, you must be Isabella!" an extremely perky voice said as I was about to leave the biology room. I looked up and saw a blonde boy. What was with this town and its perkiness? It was really starting to get on my nerves. This was school. School and perk just do not mix.

"Bella," I corrected. "And you are…?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Mike! So, what class do you have next?!"

Yeah, definitely need to bring down the perk. "Gym," I replied sadly.

"Me too! I'll walk you there!"

He started to lead me to the gym. When we got there he went to the guys locker room and I went to find the teacher.

The teacher signed my slip and found me a uniform, but thankfully I didn't have to dress down today. I went to the bleachers and tried to do some homework…tried being the key word.

My mind kept drifting back to the beautiful family that may or may not be the same as the one I knew in New York. I was really confused right now, and even that's an understatement.

Stupid beautiful people messing with my mind. Gr.

When gym was out, I ran to the office. Well, maybe not ran---I would've tripped if I tried to run. Long story short, I just blew out of gym. I wanted to finish at the office early so that I could go home. I wanted to escape this bizarre school, with it's never-aging and overly-perky students. And its gym. It was all enough to drive me mad.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I already am mad. The fact that I think those students are the same ones as in New York just proves it. Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Yeah, not likely.

When I got to the truck, I jumped in and stepped on the gas. I had to go to the Thriftway, the only grocery store in town, to buy some groceries. I enjoyed my shopping. The Thriftway was shaped a lot like the one in New York, so I found everything easily, and I wasn't constantly reminded about my whereabouts.

I got home and started dinner. Unfortunately though, that only occupies the mind. My mind, once again, kept drifting back to the family, mostly the bronze-haired boy. His reaction as soon as I shifted my hair was so, so…strange. It was like he smelled something really sweet, but had to resist. I wasn't sure how to explain it. But I was sure that it definitely wasn't normal.

As I tossed and turned in bed that night, sleep evading me, I came to one conclusion. The Cullen family was not human.

A/N - I wasn't sure if it was Thriftway or something else, so I hope I got it right!

Read this before you ask questions. It may answer some. If I get questions relating to this, tough luck:
And the reason Edward tensed when Bella moved her hair was because her scent was blown towards him. She's still his cantante in this fic. And he hardened at the mention of the fact that they looked familiar was because he was scared maybe she'd seen them before. It could have just been on vacation or something, he wasn't sure though. He's just a bit paranoid…and he has every right to be.

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