A/N: Wow! I am so honored and happy to have received such strong and positive to the beginning of my new story! We already have nine reviews, thirteen favorites, and 31 follows. Crazy. But, like, in a crazy happy kind of way.
So fun!
Just like this story, hehe.
I want to let you know how much I value these little things. ^.^
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Premonition:
First Sight
I'd wanted to sleep well for my first day of school - determined to prove my eerie feeling wrong - but I woke up to find I'd sleepwalked again. I felt a wave of irritation come over me, a sensation almost as painful as the twinge in my neck.
"Why did I have to sleep against the door jam of all places," I muttered bitterly as I poured myself a bowl of Fruit Circles, grumbling at the parrot on the cereal box. I was in a bad mood already, made worse by the dark circles staring back at me as I brushed my teeth.
"No one wants to be friends with a drag, Bella," I told the solemn face in the mirror. "Lighten up."
I forced a smile; I was surprised the mirror didn't crack.
"It's just a bad feeling," I told myself as I left the house that morning. I didn't touch the umbrella, rushing out to the car Ch- Dad had gotten me as a welcome present.
Good thing I'm no drag, I thought as I pulled out of the driveway and turned up the stereo loud enough to be heard over The Thing's deafening engine.
I parked, got out of the car, and started walking in one swift motion before I could hesitate. It would have been too tempting to turn around.
So, I had a bad dream, I thought as I entered the main office and received my schedule.
I've had bad dreams before, I thought as I drifted through classes in a whir of commotion.
Nobody's going to die from a bad dream, I thought as a girl with bouncy hair - and an equally bouncy personality - introduced herself to me and invited me to lunch.
I've lived through bad days before, I thought as I stepped into the schoolroom cafeteria.
My eyes slid through the room out of habit as I took in the lunchtime scene.
I'll live through this one, t-
My tray clattered to the floor as I stood in the middle of the mess hall, shaking, staring at him.
The subject from the only dream I ever remembered.
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Tan and white clothes swirled in and around pale bodies and the air shimmered with the visible concentration of affection. He put his hand on my cheek and electricity buzzed until the air was so full of sunshiney sparks I could see nothing but -
"Bella, Bella? Hellooo!"
I blinked rapidly to realize that girl - Jessica, she'd told me - was waving her hand frantically over my face.
"Oh, oh, holy crow, I'm sorry," I mumbled, my face bursting into flames. "Go ahead without me."
I crouched down to gather my things, my face so red I could cry. Way to go, Bella.
And on the first day, too.
I cursed the gods as I gathered the pizza and fries from the floor. At least my chocolate milk remained intact, I thought sardonically as I moved to dump the rest in a trash can. I didn't dare make eye contact with anyone except - I couldn't help it - when my eyes darted to his for a fraction of a second.
He stared at me, mouth agape, unabashed.
I flushed and fled the hundreds of prying eyes.
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Where do I run to? I'd dashed out of the room so instinctively that I hadn't taken the time to think it through. But now that I was out of that cafeteria, I had room to think, but not really to breathe. The schools were indoors here - in Arizona, they were outdoors - so I felt claustrophobic, trapped.
Why is he here? Why did I do that? What can I do now? I mentally flagellated myself as I mindlessly wandered through the halls for a place to hide. Finally, with nothing better to do, I ended up just going to my next class early.
Might as well, as I was sure my reputation was already thoroughly ruined. The girl who'd clearly demonstrated what a freak she was in front of the entire school.
I groaned in frustration, sliding against the wall next to the classroom door. I wanted to go home. I knew this was a bad day. I shouldn't have come. I could have prevented this -
No, I couldn't have. I knew that. This bad feeling - the one I haven't been able to shake for ages - it'd only been getting worse. This path, the one in Forks, this was the only one that made sense. I closed my eyes to fight out the growing migraine I was feeling on the edge of my skull. I could feel my dream from last night - a nightmare, I was positive now - fighting to break through, but it never did.
But the dread I felt rolled in on sickening waves, and I thought I might be sick.
I stood up to excuse myself to the bathroom, but just then the bell rung.
Damned by the bell, I thought sardonically. I stood up and hitched my backpack higher up on my shoulder. Might as well do this, I thought, and pushed the door open.
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A/N: If you are reading Kidnapped, I think it will be fun to read two wildly different interpretations of this story. Or, at least, it's so fun for me to write such wildly different versions of this story.
I really love Twilight, huehue.
What did you think of the first chapter? I want to say again that I loved the reviews from the Preface - lots of very interesting takes! I will quote a couple below:
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"Interested to see where you take personalities that we know and love, change their circumstances and see the outcomes. Does he read her mind? I would think so since she is not a shield. Does the game of cat and mouse get more interesting since she has advanced notice of the scenes playing out?"
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"how [did] alice and jasper happen in this au since alice wouldn't of seen him and the cullens"
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"how much does Alice's personality change by having this different power? And the whole Cullen day to day dynamic? Edward would be the only one acting as sentinel against the possibility of discovery, and they wouldn't have a conveniently reliable weather forecast. So to have him out of order (over Bella)... would really stir things up a lot just on that count."
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"Yes how will Edward like hearing her mind, will she be just another girl but she strangely seems to think she has done and seen things before? Will she still be the singer he needs to avoid? Without Alice seeing and Bellas power being blurry and Unsure how will the big events play out? Alice was the reason they didn't move when Edward showed himself. Carlisle wouldn't let them kill her but moving that could happen."
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"The truck wouldn't start.
I had a feeling, in the pit of my core this would happen, but I would never admit it. Never admit that the truck I had loved since I had layer eyes on it was broken.
I sighed, kicking back into the seat, shoving the key and turning it a few more times. "Stupid," I muttered.
Then, something happened.
The images ripped at my head, my own inner being like they were trying to kill me, and I felt physical and mental pain. I grasped at my head, tryst my to keep myself from screaming.
The beautiful people sparkled, and they ran very fast, so fast I couldn't see them. I saw dead animals drop on the forest floor, dead, under their feet. A short girl looked at my direction, and pon
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I was simply blown away by the beauty and depth of the reviews I received! I didn't even quote all of them, but I read all of them thoroughly and legitimately pondered each of them.
In fact, some of them inspired a subplot that I am very excited about.
*cue wicked grin*
Anyways, I didn't add references to who wrote what, in case you felt private about it. If you are open to my sharing credit for your reviews, please tell me so in your review, and I will make sure to give you a shout out!
If you don't like seeing all these reviews, let me know, but I feel like they are so great and deserve space here.
Also, I have the next couple chapters written already and can I just say - I am SO EXCITED hehehehe.
As always love you, please review, let me know how you feel or what you're asking yourself or what you're hoping to see. You are all my coauthors, as far as I'm concerned.
Love,
Faethe
