Chief Swan had spent an hour getting my paperwork completed, making sure I wouldn't need to go to the station. Mom wouldn't allow them to leave until they had dinner. It was a nice evening. Bella and Angela talked about school, and Bella talked about Arizona, but also made sure to say she was happy to be in Forks with her dad. It was a pleasant evening, and for the first time, I felt like this was real. Angela helped me with my homework after Chief Swan and Bella left. Mom had said I could stay home again, but I needed to face the music. I couldn't hide out, and if I stayed home, that's what it would look like.

I tried to use my right hand to write, but it didn't work out, not that my left hand wrote any better. Angela offered to write for me, but I really didn't want her to do twice the work. I would struggle, but I would get it done.

Snow began to fall as Angela and I walked to school. My cast was safely under my jacket, mostly since I couldn't get it through the arm. Sadly, I could only where a t-shirt, so the jacket was the only thing keeping me warm. I hadn't been in snow since I was a little girl. The mushy white flakes dissolving as they hit the asphalt. It felt more like thick rain then snow, soaking our jackets and hats. We met Bella in the parking lot, and she walked into the building with us.

Angela stopped by the locker, while I went straight to English. I had all my books in my backpack, and I didn't want to try and shuffle things in and out of the locker.

I set my backpack on my chair, then walked to the back of the classroom. I pulled of my beanie, shaking the snow and water from the cotton material. After unzipping and removing my jacket, I shook it out as well. The room was chilled in just my t-shirt. I hung my jacket on the back of my chair, and pulled out my notebook from my backpack. Everything seemed to take longer with only my left hand. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.

"Jasper?" I stepped away from him. "Is something wrong?"

He smiled. "No." He held out a sweatshirt.

I shook my head. "What's this?"

"It's an old one. Alice and Rosalie cut out the arm. It's going to be big, but it will keep you warmer, and fit over your cast."

"Why did you do that?" I was getting more confused. I'd lost the original story entirely. No one acted like themselves, no one followed the plot I remembered.

"We wanted to do." Jasper said holding the sweatshirt open.

I slipped my arms in, the right sleeve was cut just below the elbow, but my arm slid through without an issue.

Jasper zipped up the hoodie once my arms were in.

"I really appreciate this."

Jasper touched my shoulder. "If you need anything, just let us know."

"Thank you."

Bella and Angela came into the room.

"Ladies." Jasper tipped his head. "Alice is hoping to sit with you again today at lunch."

"Of course." Angela said.

"She is always welcome." Bella said.

Jasper nodded and left the room.

"Alice?" I asked.

"She and Rosalie sat with us yesterday. The boys weren't in school, and they were really worried about you."

Angela said.

"Really? They sat with you?"

Bella and Angela nodded. "Yeah, everyone really like them."

"Really? Everyone?"

"Are you ok?" Angela asked.

I shrugged. "Yeah. Fine." I had to give up any knowledge of the story at this point. I'd truly fucked it up or my mind was making sure to screw with me. Either way, nothing was happening as it did in the book. But I wasn't part of the book, at least there was not Forks Andie in the book. I shook my head, I give up, I thought to the cruel fate I'd been dealt. I kept fighting the story, the life I was living, and as much as I wanted to get home, maybe I had to give into the dream. I knew telling myself I was going to allow the dream to play out was not the same as actually letting it happen. It seemed like I was constantly telling myself I would let it happen, then fight against the changes I would create. At this point, I knew the changes were too much for me to fix or change. I had to see this dream through, find the meaning or clarity in the dream so I could wake up. You never know what's going to happen in life, so why should I know what's happening in my pretend dream life. I wouldn't learn anything if I knew the way things would happen. I was just really afraid of letting go, of immersing myself in the dream.

My random thoughts went back and forth for most of the morning. The thought of completely giving myself to the dream made me feel like I was giving up Gwen, but the thought of being stuck longer in the dream made me miss her even more. By the time I was walking into the cafeteria for lunch, I'd finally talked myself into living the dream..for the hundredth time, but hopefully, I was sticking with it. I sat next to Angela at the round table. She'd gotten us lunch. I could have held the tray, but it wouldn't be as steady. I hated not being able to fully use my hand. I could use my index and middle fingers to unzip or hold something, but I couldn't touch my thumb to my fingers easily with the cast, and I couldn't hold a pencil or close my hand around anything. It had been frustrating for most of the day. The notes in my notebook looked like a kindergarten had taken them.

Rosalie sat next to me bringing out of my frustration. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm ok. And thanks for the sweatshirt, it was really nice."

"It's an old one Emmett never wears."

I stopped myself from commenting on him always being cold. "I still really appreciate it." I said instead.

"How were you classes?" Angela asked.

"I feel so stupid." I sighed. "I won't be able to even read my notes."

"You can't use your right hand at all?" Rosalie asked.

"I can't control the pencil since I can't really get my thumb and fingers together." I showed her the useless claw my hand made.

Rosalie took a pencil from her bag. "You should try it like this."

Rosalie held the pencil between her index and middle finger, using her ring finger to help control the writing. She handed me the pencil.

I did the same, using my index and middle finger to hold the pencil, and my ring finger to control it. The writing wasn't the best, but it was more controlled, and it was legible.

"Oh my god, this is great." I said.

"Your hand may hurt a bit, since you're not used to using that way, but it will be easier since you're right handed."

"Thank you so much."

"Are we still on for this weekend?" Mike asked sitting next to Bella.

"Yeah." Bella said. "I'm picking up Angela and Andie, and we can meet everyone at the theater." Bella looked over at me. "If you still want to go."

"Sure. I could use some fun." I turned to Rosalie. "Do you want to come? And Alice or Emmett or whoever?"

Rosalie looked up at Alice who was sitting across the table from me. I could see something pass between them, but it was only for a second.

"Alice and I would love to join you."

"But why don't we pick you guys up." Alice added.

Bella shrugged. "Sure. I will meet you at Angela's about 10?"

"The movie starts at eleven-fifteen." Mike said. "We can meet at the theater, if that works."

"We'll make it in plenty of time." Alice said.

I looked around the table as everyone made transportation plans. I hadn't realized how many people sat with us. It seemed like the table had grown from the few of us to an army. I'm sure it wasn't an army, but it was more people than I ever had in Houston or any school really. Angela tapped my shoulder as she stood. Rosalie helped me with my bag as Angela took my tray.

"I can take that." I said.

Rosalie shook her head. "It's no problem."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I snapped. I didn't mean to sound bitchy, but it was weird.

Rosalie slowed her pace. The others got ahead of us as we walked down the hall. Most people gave Rosalie a wide berth.

"If you ever want to talk, I'm here." She said.

"Ok." I stopped walking. "Are you going to hurt me or are you worried I've said something?"

Rosalie smiled, she really was beautiful when she smiled. "I'm not worried, but some of my family are. But I know something happened to you, and if you need someone to just listen without judging or getting involved, I can help."

"I really appreciate the offer, but I don't even know what happened."

"Then we can talk about that, if you want." Rosalie stepped closer to me. "Sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger, but we can talk about anything."

I nodded and turned to continue to class. Rosalie helped me to the door. She handed me my bag as I walked into the room. I sat on my stool wondering if I should try and be friends with Rosalie. Bella wasn't the person written in the story, maybe Rosalie wasn't either. She seemed genuinely concerned, and her and Alice seemed excited about movies in Port Angeles.

I jotted notes in biology. The class dragged, but gym was worse. I had to walk around the gym in my regular clothes since I could change or participate. Coach was concerned, but wouldn't let me sit on the bleachers. After gym, I headed out to wait for Angela. I exited the building feeling the frigid air whip around me. I had gotten my coat zipped with my cast safely underneath, but it was still cold. I felt someone grab me, pulling me to a stop. I turned and rolled my eyes.

"What do you want?"

Kyle stood with his arms crossed over his chest. "You pressed charges?"

"You broke my hand on purpose, or did you forget."

"Please, that was an accident."

I shook my head. "We both know it wasn't, and it couldn't have been by how badly it was broken."

Kyle stepped toward me grabbing my shoulders.

"Let. her. Go." A voice said behind me.

Kyle looked up and release me. I turned to my savior...Jasper.

"

Do not touch her or talk to her again, am I clear." Jasper said in a calm tone.

Jasper was shorter and leaner than Kyle, and if I didn't know Jasper could rip Kyle apart, I might have been worried. Kyle was broad and muscular not Emmett muscles, but pretty close. Jasper pulled me behind him as

Kyle stepped forward.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Kyle asked.

"If you like your limbs attached to your body, I would take a step back." Jasper said, still eerily calm.

"You can have her." Kyle smirked. "She a tease and a liar, and I can get anyone else."

Jasper focused on Kyle. Fear rolled of Jasper. He took my hand, calming me as Kyle screamed in horror.

"Jasper, please stop." I whispered.

Kyle's face contorted in pain before he relaxed and fell to his knees.

Jasper bent down. "Are you ok? You kind of freaked out."

I laughed at the idiocy.

Kyle stood up. "I'm good."

"As I said, stay away from Andie."

"Sure, whatever." Kyle said before he turned and jogged toward the school.

Jasper walked me to the parking lot.

"You didn't have to do that."

Jasper's smile fell. "I did."

I shivered at his tone. I could only imaging what Jasper felt from Kyle, but it must have been pretty horrible to step in.

Angela and Bella exited the school. Jasper nodded, and walked over to his family. Emmett glared at me from across the parking lot. It seemed not only was I stuck in Twilight, but the Twilight Zone version. Angela was probably the only person that seemed normal, or similar to the book, everyone else wasn't. Everything would have to play out as my mind wanted. And I had to participate in whatever version I was stuck in.