Chapter | Aberrations and Revelations | Two

There was no sun shining on my face when I woke up that morning. I blinked my hazy eyes open, lying silently in bed till the fogginess cleared up. My surroundings slowly came into awareness and as soon as they did, I wished I could fall right back asleep. My eyes squeezed shut immediately, but the images from yesterday only seemed to get more horrifying behind my closed lids.

Why couldn't it be a dream? Why? My- her hands, clenched around the old quilt that kept me warm. I turned my head into the pillow and let out a sob that shook my entire body. I don't know how long I lay in bed crying, I just know that it did not take nearly as long as it did yesterday to finally calm down and wipe the tears in order to clear my blurry vision and think.

I could not accept the fact I might be dead. I did not die in that crash and my mind- dare I say soul- was not put in this body because of it, because if it was, then Bella herself must be dead for this to have happened. But how else could I be in this body? Was this some failed attempt of reincarnation? Did something go wrong and all of my past memories stayed with me, or was it this way because it was some type of punishment?

No. No. I would not believe any of that. I wouldn't. There had to be another explanation. One where all of this could be fixed, and both Bella and I could go on living our lives. I couldn't lose hope, I knew I couldn't. Because if I did give up, I knew it wasn't only my life at stake. It was Bella's too, and I couldn't do that to her or her family, despite only having met her father. Neither of them deserved this.

I jumped up in a start as a loud knock resounded against the door.

"Bella, you up? Don't want to miss your first day of school, do you?" came Charlie's voice from the other side.

My head turned to the digital clock on the nightstand, taking in the glowing red numbers. I forgot to set my alarm clock last night. Heck, I forgot I even had to go to school.

School. Ugh.

Before Charlie could say another word, I got up and rushed to the door.

"Sorry, must have slept through the alarm," I told him sheepishly. Charlie was silent for a moment, staring at me with an inextinguishable expression on his face, before he let out a cough.

"Well, don't worry about it, you still have a few minutes to get ready. I just wanted to make sure you were up before I headed to the station."

"Uh, thanks," I said.

He hesitated at the door for a second. "I guess I'll you see after work then."

We exchanged awkward goodbyes, and as soon as he went downstairs I raced over to the dresser, intent on finding at least one good outfit out of Bella's wardrobe I could deem worthy.

I pulled out a pair of faded jeans, the only ones with holes in them, due to long wear rather than style. Matching it with a plain gray t-shirt, I pulled on a pair of socks and rushed to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth.

Seeing Bella's face for the second time wasn't nearly as startling, but it still made me take in a sharp breath. It didn't help that her eyes were red and puffy and her dark hair was snarled into wild knots. It seemed even worse when I peeled the Band-Aid off and got a look at the scar surrounded by a purplish bruise. I suppose Charlie's look made sense now; it was obvious that I had spent the whole night crying my eyes out. I'm glad he didn't say anything, but I felt guilty letting him see his daughter like this. I can only wonder what he must think I was crying about.

"Great job, Scarlette," I said to myself with dull sarcasm, covering the scar with my hair.

Charlie was gone by the time I made it downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat on the go, but no breakfast bars could be found. In my own body, I could easy skip breakfast and not get hungry until at least an hour before lunch; however, I wasn't used to the phases or whatnot of Bella's body.

I had realized that shortly after finishing dinner yesterday. I had only eaten a complete slice of pizza and half of the second when I found myself full, whereas is in my own body I could easily eat three or four pieces.

It wasn't only the eating habits that seemed unusual to me, but her movements as well. Half the time I felt off balance in my footing and found myself easily tripping over nothing. I wasn't sure if that was due to being in an unfamiliar body or if Bella really was that much of a klutz. Either way, I knew I would get annoyed if it kept up.

Sighing, I decided I would skip breakfast anyway. Grabbing the keys out of the dish on the oak table, I pulled on the jacket I wore the day before and stepped out in the fog of early morning. I tossed my backpack in the passenger seat, counting myself lucky that Bella had already packed a bag full of needed school supplies, and turned the key in the ignition, the Beast loudly roaring to life.

I found it extremely ironic how, after destroying my Ford Focus, I was being given another car not even two days later. Granted, it was Bella's and not mine, but still.

Luckily, I knew where the high school was located. Before freshman year, Grams fought to have me stay with her for all of high school, even taking me to the school to see if I would like it enough there. Sadly, my parents wouldn't give in and since then held somewhat of a grudge on my grandma for even suggesting the idea. I haven't seen much of her during the past few years because of the incident, only ever having the chance to talk to her over the phone.

I pulled off the highway, watching as the school came into view before parking near the main office. Pulling my hood up, I walked into the warm building, noticing a woman sitting at one of the front desks. Taking a deep breath, I made my way over to her.

The woman, whose name plate said Mrs. Cope, looked up and smiled at me.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"I'm Sc-, uh, Isabella Swan," I told her, scolding myself for almost letting my real name slip out.

Mrs. Cope's eyes lit up in recognition, and in that short second I groaned, remembering this is a small town where everyone knew everybody and news spread rapidly. Of course everyone was going to know about Chief Swan's daughter coming back to Forks.

"I have your schedule right here," she said, pulling out a stack of papers. She gave me a map as well, briefly pointing out my classes and how to get to them the fastest. Then she gave me another slip of paper, asking me to get each teacher to sign it and return it to her at the end of the day.

I nodded, staring at the schedule in disappointment.

"Is everything alright?" Mrs. Cope asked, obviously catching my look.

Before I could stop myself, I told her. "Well, I don't really need to take a Spanish class. I was kind of hoping to have at least one art class, too." I winced, recalling once again I didn't have the right to change Bella's schedule, or much else in her life for that matter. But a part of me was afraid that I might be stuck like this for a while and having an art class might possible make it easier to bear.

"Well," she sighed, "I'm not sure if there's much I can do about that at the moment." My face dropped at her words and she continued quickly. "But when you come back later I'll have one of the counselors talk to you, see if they can do anything."

I nodded, glad that she was willing to help. My school back home never let me change my classes when they were already set, probably because the place was packed with students, unlike this small school. "Thank you."

Mrs. Cope smiled. "You're welcome. Now, you might want to get to class, the bell will be ringing soon."

I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing she was right and wishing I had gotten to school earlier. I ran back to the truck and drove it over to the student parking section. Before getting out, I took another look at the schedule. I was happy that English was my first class and not math. I doubt I would be able to function the rest of the day if it was. Bella was signed up for Trigonometry third hour and I knew I was going to have a hard time with it. I should be done with math by now.

When I noticed Bella was a junior, I practically died. I was a senior and only had a few months left until graduation. I had all easy classes, all the ones I wanted, and the rest of the year was supposed to go by in a flash. But now I have to re-due junior English, Government, AP Biology, and Spanish. I sighed, realizing that I was lucky I knew this stuff already; otherwise Bella would be getting really bad grades this semester. I don't know how long I'll be stuck like this though, and the least I could do for Bella after letting this happen is to make sure she keeps her grades up for when I fix things.

I cringed, holding back an image from the accident. Defiantly, I told myself she was not dead and I did not lose my body. I would fix this... I would...

Bursting in through the door a second after the bell rang, I hunched over slightly to regain my breath. Looking up, I noticed half the class was staring at me from their seats. The teacher, thankfully, didn't yell at me for coming in late. Mr. Mason glanced at the slip I silently handed him, seeming surprised when reading over the name, and told me to take the seat in the back. I could feel just about everyone's eyes on me as I sat down in my seat, using everything I had not to crouch down and hide.

Note to self- don't be late to class.

"Late, huh? Don't worry, Mr. Mason usually let's it slide for new students," a guy said, leaning towards me to speak from across the aisle. "You're Isabella Swan, right?"

"Bella," I told him automatically, knowing if I was going to be called anything but my own name, Isabella just wasn't going to work for me.

He smiled, shaking his black hair out his eyes. "I'm Eric."

Thankfully, Mr. Mason started talking before he could say anything else. I only half listened once I learned we were reading Wuthering Heights. My sophomore teacher had the class read it the second semester that year. I dreaded reading it again. I wasn't a fan of many classical novels. Now movies, that was another story entirely.

Eric caught up with me outside of the class when it ended, asking where I was headed to next. I told him I had Government, immediately expecting him to offer to help me find the building. He had this 'always willing to help' air about him.

My guess proved to be correct. "I have class in building four next. I could walk you in that direction if you want?"

I smiled at him gratefully, glad to know I wouldn't run the risk of getting lost again and end up late for my next class.

"Okay, sure. Thanks."

All conversations Eric started were shot down as politely as possible. He asked too much about life back in Phoenix, a life I know nothing about. I didn't bother coming up with any back stories, afraid I wouldn't remember them.

Finally, we stood outside of building six. I thanked Eric for the help and told him I'd see him later.

"Yeah, see ya later. Maybe we'll have another class together."

I waved, ready to go inside and get the day over with. Maybe I'll finally find some entertainment in P.E. if I can survive the rest of my classes.

Government ended quickly enough. I was happy to find I knew the entire lesson already and the class called for the same textbook I used last year. I wasn't stuck with any homework.

Trigonometry, however, was another story. I found myself hating the class almost immediately, and not just because I sucked at math. It didn't help that Mr. Varner acted rudely to me right up front. He caught me staring out the window a while into the lesson, asking me to go up and answer a question on the board. I had refused to go up though, telling him I didn't know the answer. He promptly started up a short tirade about how I needed to pay attention. I had tried to ignore the stares of the other students and the blush that crept up on my cheeks, instead focusing on glaring daggers at Mr. Varner.

Sorry Bella, but I don't think I'll be getting you a grade better than a C in this class.

Spanish, fortunately, turned out great. Mrs. Goff welcomed me in the language and I promptly replied to her and then introduced myself to the class in Spanish as well. She seemed impressed, despite the fact I spoke much slower than her and was sure I pronounced at least one word wrong. After class she asked me how much I knew and where I learned it. I had actually taken two and half years of Spanish back home, just to spite my mother, who wanted me to take French instead. I liked it well enough that after taking a semester introductory class, I took it two more times.

Of course, I couldn't tell Mrs. Goff any of that. So, I came up with a quick lie about how I had a friend who moved from Mexico in elementary school, and she's been teaching me how to speak Spanish since then. It was fairly plausible I would know a little of the language anyway considering Bella came from Arizona, where there was a large percentage of Spanish heritage. She bought it thankfully, but I didn't expect her not to. What reason could I possibly have to lie?

I then went on and told her how I wanted to switch this class for an art class if I could, hoping I could get her to help it happen. Mrs. Goff seemed okay with the idea and sent me off to lunch.

My stomach was growling by the time I got to the cafeteria. I grabbed everything that looked good to me, which was a lot. Reaching for a green apple, I suddenly realized this body might not eat it all like mine easily could, but shrugged and put the apple on my plate anyway. Who's to say I couldn't try?

Now for the hard part. Finding a table.

I've been to a total of three schools in my entire life, and lunch was always the hardest period. If you weren't lucky and didn't find any new friend before lunch you would be stuck sitting alone and feeling stupid until the bell rang and you could finally throw away your tray. A few people talked to me in each of my classes, but I didn't really like anyone enough to spend a lot of time with them. The only one that really stood out was a curly-haired brunette named Jessica who sat next to me in Trig and Spanish. She blabbed on about of a lot of things I didn't care to hear, only catching my interest once during Trig when we both agreed we didn't like Mr. Varner. I could tell, though, she liked the attention she was given for being brave enough to talk to the new girl.

"Bella, over here!" Speak of the devil...

I saw Jessica standing up at a table full of students, waving me over to sit by her.

I sighed. Might as well, lest I get stuck being by myself.

I sat down in the empty seat to her left as she introduced me to everyone at the table. I only caught a few names, but the girl named Lauren was the only one that stuck because she was giving me looks that appeared anything but kind, even having the nerve to flash a fake smile in my direction. I already disliked her.

Jessica then brought up what happened in Trig, obviously wanting to share a juicy story to her friends, or as juicy as it could get in Forks. Inwardly groaning, I ignored her after realizing that to any outsider it looked as though she took my side in what happened, agreeing that she hated Mr. Varner too, but I could tell that Jessica was smug about the fact that I was humiliated by what happened and couldn't answer the problem.

One of the girls Jessica introduced me to, the one wearing glasses with brown hair and light streaks, gave me a sympathetic smile, having noticed what Jessica was doing as well. I returned it, glad not everyone was fooled by Jessica, despite the fact that she didn't speak up for me. I didn't hold it against her; I didn't even want to bother doing it myself.

I found my gaze wandering over the cafeteria as I bit into my apple, taking in all the students that gawked at me from their own tables, whispering about the new student and the things she did today. My eyes meet Eric's a few tables away, who eagerly waved at me from his seat, as if he'd been waiting for me to notice him the entire time. I uncomfortably waved back before quickly looking elsewhere.

It was across the cafeteria that I saw them, a group of students not gawking at me like everyone else seemed to be doing. My interest peaked, hoping maybe there were some actual decent people here who didn't care about a new student and stuck to their own business. I'd much prefer to hang out at a table like that.

But as I stared at them for a moment, I realized it would be unlikely for it to happen. They appeared to be a close knit bunch. All five of them sat there picking at their trays, but none of the food was eaten. No one seemed to talk either or give any interest to anything going on around them.

I sighed, about to look away and declare it a lost cause when one of them looked up and spoke to the person to their left. It was then I noticed their physical appearance, their otherworldly looks. They all looked the same, yet different. With eyes as dark as night and skin similar to the Venus de Milo or the Statue of David, it would seem to anyone they might all be related, but by closer inspection I could see their differences.

Despite their perfectly symmetrical features, their bone structure didn't resemble each other's. None of them had the same physique either, each ranging from athletically muscular to delicately petite. The weightlifter had dark curly hair, but not as dark as the small girl who had her short hair styled to spike out at the ends. Two of them were blondes, the second biggest male and the tall female who out of everyone looked the most beautiful. I suppose those two could have passed somewhat as siblings. Then there was the guy who looked the youngest out of the three males. His hair was messed up in an every-which-way fashion and had a reddish-brown tint I could only describe as bronze.

The petite girl stood up and threw her tray of uneaten food away, before walking- more like gliding- gracefully out the glass doors of the cafeteria.

Needless to say, the group would be an artist's dream to paint or sculpt. The perfect muses. And, embarrassed, I found I couldn't easily look way.

One of them suddenly looked up at our table, the one with the bronze hair, his eyes landing on Jessica.

"Did you hear me, Bella?" Jessica said, putting her face in front of my view.

I blinked, looking away. "Huh?"

"I said, it looks like you've noticed the Cullens."

"The Cullens?" I repeated, realizing she was done telling the Trig story and was now talking about the group. So they were all family then. I contemplated whether or not I should bother asking about them or leave them a mystery, but Jessica already beat me to it, eager to spread the local gossip to the new girl as she pointed each of them out.

"There's Emmett and Edward Cullen and Alice Cullen- the one who just left. Jasper and Rosalie Hale are twins. Their Dr. Cullen and his wife's kids. Adopted, of course. Except for Jasper and Rosalie. I think their related to Mrs. Cullen or something. An aunt maybe."

"Hmm," I sounded, only a little more interested by what she told me, but not caring enough to ask anything about them.

I looked back at the table, easily comparing names to faces. I felt oddly sympathetic. Having only had friends who lost one of their parents or were orphaned, I had a slight idea about what it was like. Not to mention my life back home might as well have been as rough as losing one's parents.

"Yup. They're all together, too. As in together together. Emmett and Rosalie, and Alice and Jasper that is. Isn't it weird? I mean, they live together."

"Jessica," the brunette with glasses spoke up, her voice too soft to really sound like she was scolding her. "They're not actually related."

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Still, I'm not sure how their parents could let that happen." She sounded shocked and disgusted by the very idea, and I guessed this was high on her list of things to gossip about. Frankly, I didn't care.

"As if you would refuse if one of them asked you out," I told her offhandedly.

Glasses girl nodded dreamily, blushing a little as she spoke again, "They are gorgeous."

"It doesn't matter though, does it? All of them are taken. And Edward doesn't date. Ever. Apparently none of the girls are good enough for him." She turned her nose upward slightly, sneaking a glance at said man.

I couldn't resist, she really set herself up for this. Smirking mischievously, I asked the girl, "Found that out first hand, didja?"

A booming laugh resounded throughout the cafeteria, but I didn't look away to pinpoint the source, wanting to see the expression on her face. Jessica looked perplex, trying to stutter out a reply, which I took as confirmation, but laughed along with the table in order to not seem embarrassed.

She flashed me a quick glare. I ignored it and tried also, but unsuccessfully, to ignore my growing annoyance at the curly brunette.

Turning back to the Cullens, I remarked, "I mean, wow, though, I can't imagine taking in so many kids. Dr. Cullen and his wife must be really good people," I said pointedly, gaining immense respect for the parents I haven't even met, despite Jessica's attempt to bad talk them. I could only wonder if they actually did something worse than turn her down to make her dislike them. I figured that wasn't the case as I noticed Jessica continuously shoot jealous glances at the table. I shook my head at how petty she was being.

Edward looked up again at that moment, this time directly at me. I held his gaze, wondering why his expression took on one of confusion and frustration. Maybe he didn't recognize me, having not known there was a new student today? Yeah, right, I thought sarcastically. Even if I came here as Scarlette and not Bella everyone would know days ahead, despite how antisocial they may be.

Jessica seemed unsure about my opinion as she took another envious peek at the entire family. "I guess. I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she said snottily, obviously trying to demean the importance of what Dr. and Mrs. Cullen did by taking them into their care.

I abruptly ripped my gaze away from Edward's and turned it to her. "Is there something wrong with that?" I asked coldly, my voice a little louder than what it's been all day.

"What?"

I glared at Jessica, who didn't notice she hit a soft spot of mine yet. I rolled my eyes at her rude and simple-minded attitude. Knowing it would be a waste to even try becoming friends with someone like her, I packed up my food. This was definitely the last straw. She looked surprised, stuttering a little when all eyes at the table turned to us. "Cause as far as I know, just because someone can't have children of their own, it doesn't make them less of a person for adopting. Next time, think twice before diminishing something great a person did out your own petty jealousy."

I stood up with an angry finality to the conversation and walked away in a rush to throw my food in the trash, not wanting to hear whatever retort she came up with. With one last look of the cafeteria, I took in all the confused eyes watching me go, obviously having heard some of what I said, before landing on the table at the back.

Four sets of dark eyes burned into my skin.

With a huff, I walked through the glass doors and into the rain.

It was shortly after I barged out the cafeteria doors that I understood what I'd just done. I pushed back the anger I felt towards Jessica and the new found anger at myself. This was not my life; I was not supposed to be making people hate me. I couldn't let Bella come back to that. I got the impression she was a fairly quiet person that kept to herself, having not seen any photos of friends or their phone numbers to keep in touch with them in any of her bags. Starting a scene like I did probably wasn't something she'd do.

Though I knew it wasn't a good idea to assume what she was like, I still knew I shouldn't have gotten mad at Jessica like I did. It was personal for me, not like how it would have been for Bella. She would have reacted differently, I'm sure. For all I knew, Bella wouldn't have minded being her friend.

"Bella, wait!" A quiet voice made its way to my ears. I almost didn't stop, having not heard my own name being called, but then I remembered I was known as Bella now, not Scarlette. You'd think I'd comprehend that faster, considering I think about her all the time, being in her body and whatnot.

I sighed, reluctantly stopping to turn around. It was the girl with brown hair who had smile at me, the only one at the table who actually left a good impression. She jogged the rest of the distance, shyly coming to stand next to me.

I blinked, surprised someone actually followed me.

"I-I'm sorry about Jessica. Sometimes she doesn't realize when she's gone a little too far. Honestly, she didn't mean it. I've known her my whole life and she's not as bad as she seems."

I sighed, shaking my head slightly, and tried to let out whatever anger I had left inside before I took it out on her. The tall brunette was obviously the type to see the good in everyone, whether there was any or not.

"I'm not entirely sure about that, but I won't argue with you," I said, attempting a smile.

She returned it. The bell rang a second later and students started piling out of the cafeteria, heading to their fifth period. She spoke up again, thankfully changing the subject to something I could talk about. "So, what class do you have next?"

"AP Biology with Banner," I answered, sounding less than pleased. Another class I have to do over again...

Her smile lit up. "So do I. Do you want to walk there together?"

I said yes immediately, knowing I could use the help in finding building two. She started walking off in a different direct than I was headed moments ago.

I turned to her walking beside me. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name earlier."

She blushed. "It's Angela. Angela Weber."

I smiled. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Angela."

We made our way into building two and hung up our soaked jackets. Angela left to take her seat while I handed the slip to Mr. Banner. He briefly introduced himself, gave me a textbook, and directed me to the only available seat left. Right next to Edward Cullen.

I briefly wondered if he would accept any conversation, or if he really is as antisocial as he seemed during lunch. My thoughts turned out to be way off course, however, as his posture stiffened at my approach. His eyes slowly met mine. I sucked in a breath, taken off guard by how ferocious his countenance suddenly became. Was he angry at me? He couldn't be though; I haven't said one word to him.

Regardless of his ethereal beauty that appealed to me in more ways than one, I no longer wanted to talk to him. I didn't want to sit right next to him for an hour every day. I couldn't handle being the subject of his uncalled for anger. Every tense muscle in my body screamed for me to run away. I could feel my hands begin to sweat as a one word nagged at my brain in order to be called forth and attended to.

Dangerous.

He was dangerous, I thought alarmed.

"Miss. Swan, would you please take a seat?"

I looked around me, gathering that I was one of the few who hadn't sat down yet. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, I convinced myself to take the rest of the steps to my seat. I wasn't going to let him get to me. I hadn't done anything wrong. Heck, if he had heard me defend his parents in the cafeteria, he would probably think twice before giving me such unwarranted looks.

Sitting down, I met his eyes for another split second before turning way, watching from the corner of my eye instead as he tried to inconspicuously move his body farther away. So what now? Do I smell bad, too? Or can he just not deem the notion of sitting next to me?

I held back a groan of frustration, no longer feeling any fear- because I realized that's what it was I had felt, fear, and I wasn't going to let myself be controlled by such a silly emotion. Now I was angry again. Angry that he would be so offensive and judge me without even speaking one word to me.

The rest of class was unbearable. I couldn't stand sitting by Edward, who would relent his revolted glares and stare at the desk before returning them only a moment later. I was so close to snapping at him, to ask what his problem was, but then the fear would start to creep up again and I had to quickly slam it down with more anger. Did he not see how big of a jerk he was being? More importantly, did anyone else notice?

I let my eyes sweep over the room as casually as possible, taking in all the students looking at Mr. Banner or writing notes. A blonde kid in the back was watching me and when our eyes met he sent me a sympathetic smile. I turned back to my own notes. Well, at least someone could see how crazy Edward was being.

Mr. Banner had finished the lesson a few minutes before the bell would ring. I put away my text book and notes, all the while feeling Edward's gaze burning holes into my skin.

Unable to stand it any longer, I turned in my seat to confront him... only to hold back whatever retort I had come up with. Despite the glare, he... didn't look very good, as if he was using everything he had not to bolt through door. Upon closer scrutiny I could see that he wasn't... he wasn't breathing?

Whatever anger I had been feeling drained rapidly into concern.

Before I could stop myself I quietly asked, "Are you alright?"

If it was even possible, Edward seemed to freeze up even further at my words. His features lost the hostility and revulsion he wore only seconds ago, appearing surprised, and something else I couldn't quite distinguish, at being asked such a simple question. I tried to understand his expression; however, the bell rang before I could garner much else. Edward rose swiftly and was out the door, leaving me sitting there alone, confused and angry by his actions.

After Biology, the kid with spikey blonde hair approached me and introduced himself as Mike Newton. I found out we both had P.E. next and Mike offered to walk me there. I smiled at him, happy he was showing me some kindness after what happened.

He talked a lot, not as much as Jessica, and I was thankful everything he said was nice and cheerful, not full of rude, double-meanings. Mike mentioned how he moved here from California a few years ago, most likely trying to help me feel more welcome and sound understanding about the drastic change in climate. It didn't work, since Forks wasn't much different from Chicago, just a lot more rain and clouds and a little colder.

"So," he said as we reached the gym. "What exactly did you do to Edward Cullen? I mean, I'm the first to say there's something weird about him and his family, but it looked like the guy was in pain."

"I honestly don't know. I didn't do anything to him," I replied, ignoring what he said last.

I walked into the girls-locker room, upset to now know Edward only acted that way around me.

Coach Clapp gave me a uniform, telling me I could sit back for today, but I insisted I wanted to play when I found out it was volleyball.

As the game played on I found myself confused, irritated, and angry again. This wasn't my life, this was Bella's. I shouldn't have to put up with stupid Edward. I wasn't even supposed to meet him, Bella was. Everything that happened today was supposed to happen to Bella, not me. This is her life, and I wanted mine back!

I jumped up, hitting the approaching volleyball over the net with so much force I fell backwards on my butt. The pain from landing on my backside cleared my head up long enough for me to realize that, not once during Biology did I think about Bella or even remember I was in her body and this wasn't my life. In spite of all the emotions that seemed to overwhelm me in that class, I know I would rather take them than the feelings of worry and self-hate when trying to be Bella.

Deep down, I knew it was my fault this happened, because of the accident I let myself get in. I owed it to Bella to 'watch over' her life, so to speak, while I find a way to fix things. And so far I don't think I was doing a very good job...

I smiled ruefully, reluctantly admitting to myself I was grateful Edward was such a jerk to me, whether it's was how he always acts or not. I would much rather go back to Biology right now and sit uncomfortably next to his glares.

Brushing off Mike's offered hand, I stood up, determined to have fun with the rest of the game despite my strange recently poor coordination.

I was done changing and walking out of the locker room when I remembered I had to turn the slip in. I sighed, making my way to the front office. Oh well, maybe if I was lucky I could get the art class I wanted. I'm sure Bella won't get upset if I do this one thing for myself.

Stepping into the warm office, I let out a sigh of relief. Bella's body didn't take too well being out in the cold, something I had learned early on when walking outside from classroom to classroom all day. I was disappointed by it. I loved the cold.

I looked up at the sound of voices coming from the reception desk. Surprise, surprise! Edward was there trying to talk to a flustered Mrs. Cope. I stood against the wall with my arms crossed, listening to their conversation as I waited impatiently.

I caught what he was asking the flustered red-haired woman a second later, and rolled my eyes in annoyance. Well, this definitely confirmed there was no mistake; he really hated me for some reason. He was trying to switch his Biology class to any other hour he could get.

Coughing loudly to get their attention, I felt the anger that wouldn't leave me alone today bubble back up inside me.

Mrs. Cope seemed to snap back into focus. "One moment, please," she told me, holding up a single finger.

The Cullen turned around, noticing me standing there, and fixed his eyes into another one of his death glares. I cowered back, seeing how his hate-filled expression was much more intense than it was in class. I swallowed the rising fear that started to overcome me again.

It took everything I had to ignore his stare and beautiful features and glare back.

"Never mind, that's alright. Thank you very much for your help," he said, speaking for the first time in front of me. His voice was smooth and he spoke clearly despite the obvious strain when saying the words. Abruptly, he left the building, not giving me a second look.

A girl walked in right after he left, placing a sheet of paper in the tray on Mrs. Cope desks, before walking back out the door.

Exhaling, I took a moment to gather myself and walked up to the desk.

Mrs. Cope asked how my day went and I shrugged, handing her the slip. She looked unsatisfied, but smiled as she spoke again. "Do you want to talk to the counselor, dear? Mrs. Harold said there should be some open slots in the Sketching class if you wanted to take it."

I nodded, my mood lifting slightly from the news. She sent me in the back to Mrs. Harold's office. After convincing the counselor I had no need to take Spanish, and finding that Mrs. Goff had confirmed it to her in order to help out like I hoped, I left the school with my fourth hour switched to Sketching with Ms. Reid.

The change in my schedule left me in a happy enough mood that, when I got back to the old truck in the student parking lot, I didn't feel like breaking down in a fit of tears. I have some work to do when I get back to Charlie's.

It's about time I figure out what happened to me and I needed a clear head to do so.

Second chapter completed! Thank you everyone that reviewed for the last chapter, it really means a lot!

Things got a little more interesting as we meet more of the charactes. I hope no one is too upset by the parallels between the book and my story for the first few chapters. There's a reason for it, but don't worry, it will gradually start changing.

One thing I forgot to mention is that I'm using snippets of stuff from the movies in my story, though over all it's based on the book.

I really appreciate reviews! So please give a little something, even it's just a word or two. Though I still prefer to have some long friendly criticism!