Welcome back thank you to anyone who has read so far credits go to Stephanie Meyer for creating such captivating characters for me to utilize in this epic version of Twilight. I usually will post on Saturday's but with the COVID-19 I'll probably be able to post daily!

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Chapter 2:

Edward's POV

As normal, I walked to biology with my sister Alice, and as she went to English I sat down in my regular seat and started to sketch.

Drawing helps me thinks, clears my head, calms me. Even though I have high and low moments, they are mostly low. But drawing help me stay somewhere in the middle, so I focus on the intricate swirls of who knows what ( my art is kind of abstract). I love the feeling of having complete control of something. Even though my smooth movement on the paper create nothing they still make something, my version of calm

Then the chair next to me screeched and a girl with a set of deep, wide, chocolate brown eyes sat next to me. I'd never seen her before so she'd must have been new. I looked at her schedule on top of her binders, it seemed we had Government together as well, but I sit in the back of that class too. I then got a good look at her as she stared at the board, obviously not taking anything in Mr. Banner was saying. Her cheeks were softly tinted red, and she had luxurious brown hair that looked so soft it couldn't be real. Her skin was a translucent pale it looked almost as if she was as white as me. She must have caught me staring because she suddenly got a quite umbrage look on her face.

"Do you have a problem?" she said extremely dryly.

I was debating on answering, but I was too embaressed to I just looked down. It reminded me of my first out burst.

It was eleven years ago, I was six. And I didn't do anything wrong, I just needed to use the bathroom, but my teacher was to busy staring at her phone so I sat down and started crying, screaming, and throwing mulch. I didn't know why, I didn't even have to go that bad, but the way she brushed me off and ignored me bothered me until I went slightly crazed. When she finally let me use the bathroom, she called my mother, Esme to pick me up. Esme was kind, compassionate, and an extremely understanding person. When she came I put my head down and for some reason I felt extremely guilty and horrendous about my fit.

After several more outburst I was finally diagnosed as Bipolar, my usual symptoms were just mood swings, but every so often I just want to break something. Since I was seven I've been in therapy, and Ms. Clearwater always tells me to just walk out of the room, so all my teachers know about my issues. The rest of the school isn't sure but they probably have a good idea of what's "wrong with me". I seem to get in more fights than Emmett.

As I again get lost in thought I start to refocus my attention again to the girl sitting next to me, when she wasn't looking I stared intently at her hair and tried my hardest to resist seeing if it was as soft as it looked.

She then got up and left the classroom in a rush before the bell rang, she even left her bag on the floor. I thought that was my thing.

About 15 minutes later the bell rings and I picked up both of our stuff and decide to confront this girl.


Bella's POV

I know the way I acted was ridiculous, but I know what it feels like to want something you can't have. I want to be normal, healthy, have a boyfriend, and not die on him.

But I know that's not going to happen, so someone must have placed him in my proximity just to torture me. It's not that I didn't want to speak to him. I'd go to biology every single day for the chance to speak to him (I skip a lot). But I'm scared of speaking to him, of getting close to anyone. And yes I could have at least been less rude and less standoffish, but he could have introduced himself just as easily.

As a child, I loved romance novels and movies. Before the cancer, I watched The Fault in our Stars at least fifty times. The main characters name was Hazel Grace and she made a phenomenal meataphor to describe people with cancer: grenades. I've had four relapses and everyone didn't just hurt me, but everyone who cares about me. And when I die, that will be ten times worse. Hazel was right, she said, " It's my responsibility to minimize the casualties" and it is my responsibility. This is what I've known ever since that very first horrific chronic cough, where I started weasing blood.

The boy then walked up to me, and handed me my book bag.

"Thanks" I said trying to be less harshthan before.

"Your welcome" he answered back.

"My name is Edward Cullen, I didn't get a chance to introduce myself during class, you are?" the perfect name for the perfect boy, I thought.

"Bella, Bella Swan," I stammered.

"Your Charlie daughter aren't you?" Of course everyone would know who my dad was, he is the chief of police after all. I looked away awkwardly.

"Yes" I said shyly and unsure.

"Well, we should probably get to class so we're not late"

"I'm always late" I said jokingly.

"I'm beginning to see that Bella Swan" he said and smiled my new favorite crooked smile that was so breathtaking I could only look at him like an idiot.

A very dangerous thought entered my head then: maybe we could just be friends.