Chapter | Aberrations and Revelations | Three

Charlie wasn't home by the time I got back to the house. It made me wonder when exactly he gets out of work. I spectated briefly if it was hard being Chief of Police in such a small town. There couldn't be that much action or danger, right? I'd imagine it must be tiring, especially if all you had to do was keep rowdy teenagers in line. Because really, that had to be the worst that could happen in Forks.

I prepared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, still hungry from not finishing my lunch earlier. The clock on the stove came to my attention as I poured a glass of milk. I sighed, reminded of the fact I could have been here ten minutes ago if it wasn't for that stupid wrong turn. When leaving for school this morning, it didn't occur to me to map out the way back to the house in my head.

Swallowing the last piece of my sandwich, I downed it with the rest of my milk.

Now it's time to get working.

I grabbed the phone off the hook and made my way upstairs, two steps at a time. My backpack landed with a thump by the desk as I dropped it and took a seat at the end of the bed.

All day I've been waiting to confirm one thing. It was hard to think about it, knowing I may not like what the truth ends up being, but it was the first and foremost thing I had to do in order to figure out where to go next.

I had to make sure my family, and myself, really existed. And if so, that I wasn't dead...

I groaned and fell back, feeling ridiculous for even thinking such a thing. Of course I really existed. The theory of this possibly being an alternate universe just wouldn't leave my head and I fervently hoped it wasn't true, because then my case would gain an even stronger sense of hopelessness I couldn't deal with.

"Stupid fantasy, sci-fi novels," I grumbled, regretting ever reading the genre.

I stared at the phone for a long moment in silent contemplation, gradually losing the nerve to call home, before I deciding I'd rather go with the less direct approach first. I hopped off the bed and booted up the computer.

It was a really old PC. The keyboard was stained yellow on a few of the keys and the screen was a little darker in the lower left hand corner. I suppose it was a hand-me-down or something because I saw no other reason why Charlie would have one. Let alone put it in Bella's room, who apparently didn't stay here very much.

As I waited for the computer to start up, I thought about my grandma. When I left the parking lot after school I contemplated whether or not to go see her. To just make sure she was there. I couldn't though, I was too afraid. After making the wrong turn, I also realized I didn't remember how to get there from the school or know the way from Charlie's house. Besides, even if I did find her house, there was no telling if she actually lived there, in the off chance this was an alternate universe. I wouldn't have had the courage to knock on her door to see if she did either.

And if I did see Grams I knew I would spill the whole story to her, there is no way I can withhold the truth from my grandmother. Still, she might not believe me and I was too scared to find out.

Loneliness started to creep up on me. I had already told myself I wouldn't tell anyone, so knowing I couldn't even see Grams in case I let it slip made the feeling increase. I told myself, however, if I reached an absolute dead-end, then I would tell her. It was the only piece of mind I could give myself.

But I was getting ahead of myself.

I turned back to the computer once it finished dialing up and clicked on Internet Explorer. Using Google, I typed in Scarlette Olivia Rivers. My fingers tapped against the desk anxiously as I waited for the results. It took over a minute for the page to finally load.

The names Scarlett Johansson and Scarlett O'Hara came up at the top. I wasn't surprised since our names are so similar, so I scrolled down the page. Scarlet Fever… Scarlet Letter… Scarlette as a baby name…

I kept looking, finally coming across a Scarlette Rivers that was actually spelled the same as my name. I clicked on it and waited forty seconds for the page to change. I sighed when the picture of a woman who looked nothing like me came up. True to the name, this woman actually had scarlet hair, unlike me. And not for the first time in my life, I wondered why my mother named me Scarlette when I looked nothing like one.

My hair was a light brown and I suppose in certain lights you could see some red, but any comparison ended there. My lips were thin, I had small squinty gray eyes, and freckles littered all over my face and body. The only thing anyone found attractive about my appearance was my naturally tan skin and slim, athletic body.

I groaned, realizing looking at this picture was making me think badly about myself when I usually try not to think negatively of the appearances of myself or others. I pressed the backspace.

After searching for a few more minutes and not even finding any articles from the art contests I signed up for, or swimming competitions I competed in, or even the accident which placed me in this situation, I decided to search a different name.

I typed in Andrew Rivers this time. My father most definitely would have his name in a few articles, being a hotshot executive in Chicago. This time the correct person came up in the top results. The first three links were about boring business deals I never had any interest in.

The fourth link I found something. It was an article in the Chicago Tribune. I read the headline.

Teenage daughter of executive and lawyer found in car accident.

I stared blankly at the screen, and then read it a second time. Nausea made its way up my throat at the words and I quickly raced to the bathroom. I lifted the lid to the toilet and heaved up my lunch. When I finally let out all I could, I rested my head on the seat, not caring about how gross it may be. With my stomach now empty I had hoped to feel better, but I didn't. I still felt sick, my stomach and head aching painfully.

Although I already knew the accident happened, having evidence other than my memory to confirm it was almost too much. I got up sluggishly, my knees feeling slightly weaker, and washed my hands and face before brushing my teeth. I went through the motions slowly, knowing deep down it was just to delay going back in the room to finish reading the article. It had to be read, I needed to know what happened, but I was still afraid to know the truth.

Reluctantly, I made my way back into Bella's room and sat down at the computer. The webpage was still up, the bold headline preventing me from exiting out like I wanted to and pushing me to read on like I needed to. I took a deep breath and started with the date.

The article was written January 17th, just yesterday.

A 17-year-old girl from Chicago was found near Barrington Hills in a one-vehicle accident at 10:20pm last night.

Cook County Sheriff's Office released to the press the driver was Scarlette Rivers, daughter of Andrew and Brenda Rivers.

I sucked in a breath after reading my name and the name of my parents, but forced myself to keep reading.

The Sheriff was called to the scene after a passerby noticed the damaged car. The vehicle appeared to be traveling north before turning on an unmarked dirt road, at a high rate of speed. The Ford Focus crossed the centerline of an upcoming curve and impacted with a tree just off the shoulder.

Scarlette was immediately transported by helicopter to Condell Medical Center in Libertyville. The 17-year-olds condition as of yet is unknown, but officials surmise that her injuries were not life threatening.

The parents have so far refused to give a statement to the press and the teenagers motives for why she was heading northwest during the snow storm have not been identified.

I skimmed the rest of the page before leaning back in my seat, intense relief flooding through my system. My hands were sweating like crazy, but luckily the shaking was gone.

I wasn't dead. I mean sure, my actual condition at the moment isn't known, but I'm not dead, and for now that's definitely enough to keep me going.

Images of the night previous to the accident came to focus. I held back the tears. There wasn't any time for me to cry about those problems, they were another body away. I shook my head, letting out a dry chuckle at the thought.

Instead, I decided to think about Grams. It occurred to me if I was in the hospital, then there is not a chance she's in Forks right now. Despite how evil my mother is, I know she would never keep that information from Grams. Dad wouldn't let her, especially after the guilt he must feel, and I hoped Nate wouldn't either, even after what happened between us. I honestly couldn't say much about Michelle though. I was sad to know Grams wasn't nearby; however, I knew my body would be safe with her there. Just in case anything serious happens. It was probably for the best.

The sickness from the anxiety now lessened a great deal, my head turned to the digital clock. It's about time I get back to the world of being Bella and do her homework. Charlie should be home soon and I didn't want to do any researching with him around.

With that decided, I pulled out my Trig book, cursing Mr. Varner and his assigned homework.

My homework was done with by the time Charlie came home. I was downstairs getting a glass of water when the front door opened.

"Hey," I greeted him happily.

He looked up, surprised at the cheerful tone of my voice, but smiled in return. I was in an exceptionally good mood after learning I hadn't died. "Hey, Bells."

Charlie hung up his police jacket and gun holster before stepping out of his boots. I followed him into the kitchen as he opened the fridge.

"Do you want anything specific for dinner?"

I shook my head. "Anything is alright with me." I meant it too; I could eat about anything right now.

Charlie closed the fridge and moved to the yellow cupboards. After searching for a moment he came out empty handed. He turned to me. "How do you feel about eating out tonight?"

"Sounds good."

"Great. Just let me get changed out of this uniform and we can go."

I smiled as he when upstairs, amused by the fact that Charlie didn't cook for himself very much. I thought about seeing if I could whip something up, but chose better of it. Although I know how to make simple meals, my mother was the one that cooked for us every night. She was never the type to allow help either, so I never really had a reason to learn many recipes.

The thought then made me wonder if Charlie expected me help out around the house. He didn't show it, and being a single man, I doubt he would ever ask me to cook dinner, do all the laundry in the house, and other types of cleaning. Back home I only ever had to take care of my own things, otherwise I got paid for my other chores. I suppose I'll just deal with my own stuff for now and see if Charlie will give me an allowance at some point for doing other work. I'm sure Bella wouldn't mind the extra money.

Charlie drove the police cruiser towards South Forks Avenue, where I knew the diner to be. He said it was his favorite place to go out and eat. Grams used to take me there once or twice during a visit and I found the food to be satisfying.

I watched the houses pass by, finding they started to look vaguely familiar. I sat up, now looking intently out the window. This was the road Grams lived on.

True enough, her house came into view on the right side of the street. Grandpa Jack's shiny blue Ford F100 was parked in the driveway like always, having not been used much since his death. I took in the small white house with the vines creeping up the pillars on the front porch, the hanging flower baskets swaying with the light breeze, and the old stone bird bath that always overflows because of the rain.

Seeing the house was not only nostalgic, it was uplifting. In a way it gave me the strength and comfort I needed from Grams, but wouldn't be able to get from her directly. It helped knowing the house was only a few blocks away.

I turned in my seat in order to watch the house before it went out of view.

Charlie noticed. "You remember Clarissa Walker? She used to babysit you when I'd get called into work suddenly. She still lives there. She has a grandkid your age that used to visit all the time. Scarlette, I think her name was? Haven't seen her in while though."

I gaped, my mouth wide open in surprise. It was one thing reading an article to find out I still existed, but to hear Charlie actually knew me? That meant way more than I could have hoped for. I really wish I could remember him, but no matter how hard I tried to I came up with a blank.

He looked back at me, his face confused at my expression. I quickly shut my mouth. "Yeah, I remember a little," I answered, a hint of a smile on my face.

We pulled up to the diner shortly after. Settling down at a table by the window, a waitress came over to give us menus. Charlie already knew what he wanted, a steak with a baked potato and broccoli, and chatted with the lady while I read over the meals, deciding on a cheeseburger with fries.

Once we had our food and ate a few bites, Charlie asked me how my first day of school went.

I considered what to tell him, but in the end decided to spill it all out. Charlie is Bella's dad; she should be able to tell him what's going on in her life. I'm sure Charlie would like knowing as well. Not to mention when I fix things it will give Bella a chance to figure out what's been going on in her life, or I assume as much to happen based off of a few theories I came up with earlier. This way Charlie can be with her and help her figure everything out.

"Well, my classes are okay. Except for math. I think Mr. Varner has it out for me or something. He caught me staring out the window and yelled at me after I couldn't answer a problem."

Charlie appeared amused and sympathetic to my plight. "Mr. Varner? I had him as a teacher in junior and senior year. Doesn't sound like he's changed very much," he added as an afterthought.

I laughed. "Yeah, it seems like he takes math a little too serious. It's not all bad though. I was able to switch my Spanish class to Sketching."

He seemed surprise. "I didn't know you like drawing."

"Well," I began, about to tell him how much I love art and how I want to pursue a career in it, but quickly caught myself before I did, thinking better of it.

"…it's better than a language class," I corrected lamely, berating myself for almost slipping up. Charlie probably would have bought my answer if I did tell him, I'm sure. But I knew he didn't know Bella very well. And it was because of that reason I didn't think it would be a good idea to talk to him as Scar too much. He needed to know his daughter, not me, even if my attempts at being Bella aren't always completely right.

It is times like this I wish Bella kept a diary.

We talked a little more before finishing up our food. Charlie asked if I made any new friends. I told him about Angela, the only decent person I somewhat befriended. I didn't mention the Jessica incident and especially not the Edward one. I didn't want him to think there were any problems I couldn't handle on my own, so I changed the subject and asked him about work.

He didn't have much to say, but at my insistence I got him to tell me a few police stories. Forks really is as boring for a police officer as I had thought. Charlie did have an occasional highway chase story though, and those definitely drew me in.

We left the diner shortly after one of his better stories and headed back to the house to get some sleep for school and work.

School went a lot smoother the next day.

Thankfully, I had woken up on time and didn't need Charlie to come do it himself. Today I had time to get ready and head downstairs for breakfast. He offered to cook me something, telling me not to worry and that he actually could make something decent when it came to breakfast. I declined, deciding to settle with a simple bowl of cereal.

Charlie sat opposite of me at the table, sipping a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper. Glancing at the clock a few minutes later, he decided to get going for work. I followed his example, knowing I should show up early for class today. We parted ways after pulling on our rain coats, even though it wasn't supposed to rain.

My morning classes went by fast. I found out that Mike was in my English class too, so both he and Eric took the seats on each side of me. I noticed whenever Mike would start up a conversation with me, Eric would send him a glare. It made me wonder if they didn't like each other for some reason. I brushed the thought away, feeling it wasn't right for me to get into their business when I didn't know either of them very well yet, and tried to pay attention to the lesson.

Government went by in a blur and I had hoped Trigonometry would too. Except it didn't. Mr. Varner made me get up an answer a question on the board. This time I was ready, so after correctly solving it I sat back down in my seat with a smug grin. A disappointed frown marred his features. He quickly hid it and continued the rest of the lesson, not calling on me again.

Jessica tried talking to me, acting as if yesterday didn't happen. I guess she just wasn't ready to give up the attention of befriending the new kid. Although I would politely reply here and there, I ignored her for the most part, upset she wouldn't even apologize. She seemed to catch on towards the end of class and stopped talking to me, glaring instead. I suppose that was the 'official' end of whatever friendship we could have had.

I wasn't disappointed.

My Sketching class was in building four, one I haven't been in yet. Luckily, I knew where it was, remembering the building from yesterday when Eric walked me to Government.

I was disappointed to find the classroom looked like...well, a classroom. Not the nice spacious art studios I was used to having class in back home. I sucked it up though, happy I had something to look forward to everyday.

Sitting at a random empty table, I hoped there was no assigned seating. The teacher had yet to walk in the room, and I noticed once the bell rang not a lot of students filed in. The room had a little more than half of the students than there should be. I assumed this was why it was so easy for me to get into the class.

A young woman with short, curly blonde hair came in the room a minute later. She stopped after noticing me sitting by the door.

"Oh! You must be Isabella. The office notified me this morning that you were switching into this class. I'm Ms. Reid," she greeted, her voice bright and cheerful. She gestured for me to follow her to her desk, handing me a syllabus. "All you'll need to buy for this class is a sketchpad. I'll be supplying the sketching pencils and charcoal pastels, but if you have your own that fine as well. Today I'm giving a demonstration on facial features so we can work our way up to the next project; self-portraits."

I nodded, already having done a few self-portraits in the past.

She smiled. "Alright then, why don't you take a seat where ever you want and we can get the class started?"

I sat down by the window this time, where less people were. A girl in front of me and away from the other students watched me sit down, her expression one full of surprise. I recognized her from yesterday as the short Cullen who walked out of lunch early. Alice, I think her name was?

She blinked, noticing I was staring back. Instead of blushing and looking away, her lips curled up in a welcome, slightly hesitant, smile. Her emotions from just a second ago disappeared as if they were never there. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Ms. Reid, who was finally starting the lesson. Her smile turned apologetic and she turned around in her seat to pay attention.

I followed her example, listening intently to the teacher.

Ms. Reid had us partner up after her demonstration, instructing us to draw the eyes of the other person. I sat still, unsure if I should get up and ask someone or wait until everyone else chooses. In the end I didn't have to decide, as Alice came gliding towards me.

She appeared unsure of herself, hesitantly coming to stand beside my desk. My brows came together in confusion. I had pegged the girl to be filled with confidence based on her graceful walk and stylish clothing. This, now that I think about it, made me wish once again Bella had a better wardrobe.

Alice stood there for a short second, opening her mouth to say something, before closing it again. I gave her an encouraging smile. "Do you want to partner up with me?"

At my words she seemed to glow, her ethereal beauty enhancing, and beamed with the confidence I had believed she possessed after all. "Yes! That'd be great. Thank you," she said, her voice coming out clear and musical like.

She sat across from me, a little farther than most of the partners, but I didn't complain. I liked the space and could still see her features.

"I'm Alice Cullen by the way."

"Bella Swan," I told her, holding back a cringe. I was really sick of introducing myself as someone else.

"You just started yesterday, right? I didn't see you in here."

Grabbing my pencil, I opened my journal, groaning at the fact I had to draw on line paper for now. I wonder if I can find a sketchpad in town.

With my hand ready to draw I looked up to answer her, taking in her questioning gaze as she waited for my reply.

"Well, I originally had Spanish this hour," I explained. "But the counselor let me change it to take Sketching."

Alice nodded, smiling. "I'm happy you did."

From anyone else I would have thought the words to be sarcastic. Looking Alice in the eyes, I could tell she was being completely honest.

I returned the smile.

"So," she said, flipping her sketchpad to a blank page, "are you looking for an easy A?"

I shook my head slightly, peeking up at her after drawing a rough oval. "Nope. I actually wanted to take this class."

"Really? You must have talent then," she stated, appearing more than confident at her words.

"Uh, yeah, I-," I started, unsure of what to say to her straightforwardness. I wasn't used to sharing my talent with others, except for my art teachers. My parents were never really supportive of it, or my decision to go to an art college after high school, so half the time I was discouraged to show people my work. "Well, I- I prefer painting over sketching to be honest."

She nodded, appearing interested in what I said. "There is a painting class here, though Ms. Reid only teaches it first semester due to the small number of students. Painting isn't exactly my forte, but I plan on taking it next year anyway. Maybe we could sign up for the class together?"

I was reluctant to answer, not wanting to agree to something when I don't plan on being around that long. I silently nodded anyway, hoping she was only being polite and not too serious.

My hand moved across the paper, focusing on drawing rough shapes of her features before going into the details. After a few seconds, I noticed the absence of pencil scratching coming from Alice. I looked back up, wondering why she hadn't gotten started yet.

Her gaze was unfocused, her head angled as though she was peering at something over my shoulder. I turned around, not understanding what she was looking at.

"Um, Alice? Are you going to get started?"

She seemed to snap out of it. "Oh, sorry! I guess I got a little too lost in my thoughts." Alice simply laughed it off, the sound resembling the beautiful jingle of bells. I found myself staring in awe, once again reminded of how stunningly beautiful she and her family are.

My thoughts went back to Biology yesterday, realizing I could ask Alice about Edward's behavior. Maybe he didn't really have anything against me, maybe he was just sick? I mean, I really didn't want to have to go to Biology after lunch and not know what to expect.

I glanced at Alice again, still debating whether or not to ask her, when I saw the glazed look in her eyes come back. I was starting to get really confused now. Did she have some type of condition? I noticed a hint of embarrassed the first time I snapped her out of it. Maybe she didn't want anyone to notice?

In the end, I decided to keep silent and not put attention to her again. Nor did I mention Edward, especially after seeing her expression once snapping out of it the second time. Alice appeared grave, her eyes holding a level of seriousness I would have never expected her to be capable of.

The rest of the class hour was strained, though Alice tried to appear as if nothing happened, talking about the last project in a manner than didn't quite sound as cheerful as it did earlier.

We parted ways after class a little uncomfortably, me staying behind for a minute to talk with the teacher and Alice heading off to lunch. Ms. Reid explained the syllabus in-depth and then sent me on my way with a reminder to buy a sketchpad.

I had just reached the cafeteria when it occurred to me I couldn't eat at the same table as yesterday. Not if Jessica was going to be there. Lauren too, since I had heard her bad talking me in Trig.

With tray in hand I made my way to an empty table. Students stared at me, whispering as I went. I had hoped the attention would die down some today, but it didn't, especially because of the Jessica incident. A few people had come up to me to ask what happened. I didn't tell anyone, not even Mike and Eric who bugged me about it all during English.

I sat down, taking a moment to scan the cafeteria. My eyes landed on the Cullen table. I thought about asking Alice if I could sit with them, but despite how nice she was in Sketching, I doubt I would be welcomed by her family, especially when Edward shows up.

Just as I was about to say screw it and leave to eat in the library, Mike sat down, followed by Eric and two other guys in my Government class. Angela shortly made her way over with a few girls from yesterday, sitting down to my right. Even Jessica and Lauren showed up, but they sat the farthest away from me and didn't participate in much of the conversations.

I almost slammed my head on the table. What are the chances that people would actually sit with me today? Well, I'm not surprised Mike and Eric did, they haven't left me alone all day. It's only the second day of school and I already have my own crowd. Well, Bella did at least.

Angela smiled at me, noticing my expression. I was glad she sat next to me and not by Jessica. There was definitely hope for this girl.

Edward wasn't in biology today.

Against my better judgment, I found myself disappointed. I had hoped today we could skip the glares and go right into the nasty remarks and arguments. Despite learning the good news that I wasn't dead, successfully holding me back from depression, I realized I still wanted the getaway. I wanted a break from trying to be Bella. Even if I was supposed to be focusing on my problem.

But, no. Edward didn't show up today so he couldn't distract me with my anger for one measly hour. I didn't even realized he wasn't at school until five minutes after the bell rang, having been expecting him to come waltzing in late. Now that I think about it, he never did show up at lunch either.

I sat through class tapping my fingers against the desk ever so often. A girl in front of me turned around, looking annoyed. I ignored her, just wanting the class to end already.

When class finally got over Mike walked with me to gym. He seemed more energetic, talking to me animatedly. I wonder what happened to make his mood lift up so high.

His actions reminded me of something and I took a second to figure out what exactly it was. I stifled a laugh after recognizing how similar his behavior was to that of a dog. Taking in his blonde hair, I declared him a Golden Retriever. Or maybe a Pomeranian with how much he yaps.

This time I let the laugh come out. Mike seemed to brighten up and it occurred to me he must have thought I was laughing at a joke he just made. I shook my head amusedly, attempting to pay attention to his conversation now, especially after realizing the thought might have been a little too mean.

I made it to the girl's locker room, Mike heading in the opposite direction, ready to get changed and play volleyball.

I found my coordination to be much better than yesterday, practically what it was back in my own body. My stamina was just as low though and my limbs ached from the strain due to Bella's lack of muscles. Still, it made me wonder what was different today. Now that I think about, my balance has been perfectly fine all day.

What if… what if my off balanced moments had nothing to do with Bella's coordination? I mean, the brain and nerves determines the use of your motor functions, carrying messages throughout your body to get your muscles working. And since my mind is now in Bella's body-I shuttered, still hating the thought- I should have been walking like myself from the start. The only explanation I can think of for the change is that I'm somehow, I don't know, becoming more connected to Bella's body?

The volleyball whizzed past my head, missing me by an inch, and creating a ghostly breeze that left me with a shiver and goose bumps. I hadn't noticed I was so deep in thought, standing there like a board.

"Ah, come on, Arizona! You were actually doing great today!" I heard Mike shout somewhere from my left.

I ignored him, dark thoughts beginning to cloud over me at my new revelation. If what I concluded was true, I didn't know what that would mean for Bella and me. For all I knew, I could be stuck in this body much longer than I hoped for. I dreaded the thought it might be forever.

Students piled out of the school and into the parking lot. I followed behind them all dejectedly. I just had to get my mood down. Thinking about the fact I might be living Bella's life for a while now got my thoughts going in all sorts of directions, all ending with me being stuck like this.

It reminded me for the millionth time I didn't have any leads, no real idea of what happened to Bella and I. How could anyone solve something like this? It made me wish desperately it was all a dream, but after waking up this morning, and feeling the pain of bruises from gym on Bella's weak body from yesterday, I was once again reminded it wasn't.

I clenched my hands around my bag, fishing for the keys to the Beast. I pulled them out, only to lose my grip and drop them on the pavement. I sighed frustratingly, bending over to pick them up. As I stood, I found my gaze meeting Alice's a few parking spaces away.

Alice smiled and waved excitedly, however, it slowly dropped in to a frown as I didn't wave back. She looked about ready to take a step toward me, but the Hale twins stopped her, the blonde girl ushering her into the car while throwing a glare in my direction. Alice gave me one last look before disappearing into the vehicle, the other twin getting in after. The silver Volvo then proceeded to drive out of the school parking lot, skillfully passing the other students.

I turned away and got in my own truck- Bella's truck. My forehead hit the steering wheel. I wish I had my Ford Focus back. But that wouldn't happen, even if it wasn't completely totaled from the accident.

Exhaling, I lifted my head up, forcing away all of those thoughts, and started the engine. Be productive, Scar, I told myself forcible. Not depressed, you've had enough of that in your life.

I put the truck in reverse, heading not for Charlie's house, but South Spartan Avenue.

I really hope there aren't too many mistakes in this chapter. I didn't have much time to reread it today because my sister and her family came over. My nieces can be extremely loud.

I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving break. Mine went by a little to fast for my liking, considering I spent most of it writing an eight page research essay. It was exhausting...

Anyway, here are some comments to a few reviews:

DawnScarlet19610: I hope this chapter cleared up the whole 'lack of coordination thing' with Scarlette. Looking back, I kind of made the concept a little too vague and should have spent more trying to clear it up some. I apologize if it was too confusing.

As for thinking about Bella so much, I know what you mean. I've been trying to stop myself from doing it so much in this chapter and probably only succeeded halfway. It will end though, as soon as she gets occupied with other things later on. But I mean, you have to admit that if you got stuck in someone else's body it would be hard not to think about them a lot.

Suzy87: Don't worry, I'm not a fan of love triangles, so just to make it clear, the story will be just Edward/OC.

Thank you everyone that reviewed! They really encourage me to continue writing. Keep it up!