"...I can't stop the rain from fallin'

I'm drownin in these tears i cry..."

Chapter 3

I drove to school my new/old red truck and as usual in Forks it was raining. As I parked in the car park, iI realized that iI had easily found the school - in fact I didn't even check any road signs because... I had drove the same way hundreds of times in my dreams.

As I turned, my eye immediately sought the Volvo that sat in its usual parking space. My heart was hammering in my chest and I silently cursed. Fiction and reality were beginning to blur together and I was so confused. I had spent weeks trying to convince myself that my dream was just that, a dream.

I shook my head, not caring who saw or what people though. "It's just a coincidence. It's just a coincidence." I whispered to myself, however the mire I said it the less I believed it. Could the Cullen's be real? Could Edward exist? Is this my do-over or am I going to be forced to relive all the pain and hardship we hard to endure.

I honesty didn't know.

I walked into the office and spotted a red haired woman wearing glasses and once again I hoped. I hoped and prayed that she wasn't Mrs Cope.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the immediate awareness light her eyes. I was expected, a topic of gossip no doubt. Daughter of the Chief's flighty ex-wife, come home at last. Who happened to be even more flighty than anyone one had realized. After all she did leave her comatose daughter with no clue as to where she is? Or even when she is coming back?

"Of course," she said. "I'm Mrs Cope. This is your timetable and a map of the school."

"Thanks." I muttered. What the hell was going on. Was it real? Was everything I dreamed during my 3 year coma real? As I glanced down at my timetable, I thought, yes it is most definitely real.

My first lesson was English with Mr Mason and as i recalled Jessica would be in my class. However this time i had absolutely no intention of befriending her. I just didn't think I could take her nosy, gossiping natural again. Especially if what she says is going to be an exact repeat of what she has already said to me in my dream.

Instead I spent the entire lesson trying to think of further ways to prove my dreams were real but I am positive the existence of the Cullen's would prove it compellingly well.

My other problem was getting the Cullen's to believe my story. I spent half the lesson ignoring Jessica's half-hearted attempts to befriend the 'new' girl and ignoring Mr Mason, who is talking about the same thing I had learnt years ago at the beginning of my coma.

Suddenly, I had an idea. I quickly wrote a note explaining that Edward would disappear for exactly 6 days before returning. I folder the piece of paper and wrote on it 'Jasper, open on 24th January'.

Time flew by and lunch time finally came. As I walked into the lunchroom, my eyes were instantly drawn to them. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town.

Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes - purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.

I sat on a table on my own, not even attempting to talk to any of the people in my classes that had tried to invite me over. This time I had no patience for them. I did not wish for Mike, Eric and Taylor to ask me to prom. I did not wish for Jessica and Lauren to become my friends because all they really wanted from me was my popularity that came with my 'newness'.

I was nervous about giving Jasper the letter but I had to. I was also trying to change my mind countless times in order to avoid Alice's visions. And every now and then I would get a 'look' from one of the Cullen's telling me that they knew Edward couldn't read my mind and Alice didn't know much about my future.

I looked at my watch and then towards the Cullen's tables- they were beginning to leave. I got up and watched as Edward, Emmett and Rosalie left, then I took my chance. Quickly I walked towards Jasper who held the door open for Alice, he saw me coming. I could tell because in that moment his eyes darkened and he held his breath.

Brushing past him, I shoved the letter into his hands and looked into his coal black eyes and pleaded silently for him to follow my instructions. Then before looking at his response I walked away leaving Alice and Jasper far behind me.

Just as expected I was sat next to Edward during biology. His cold, hostile stare ripped at my heart and I struggled to fight back my tears that threatened to spill.

I looked down, making my hair curtain my face and blanket my neck- trying to help him away way I can. I could see his hand on his left leg was clenched into a fist, tendons standing out under his pale skin. I knew that he wouldn't hurt me but I also knew the amount of physical pain he was in. I wanted so much to walk out of the classroom, turn off the damn fan, anything to stop his pain but I was scared that if I did then something would change.

I didn't want to change my future. I liked where it leads.

When the bell rang Edward ran out of the room- his grace mesmerizing.