After what felt like a lifetime long panic attack I started to calm down. First things first. Renée, Bella's and now I guess my mom is a horrible parent. I think Bella described her as scatter brain in the movie, it doesn't do justice. She hardly remembers to pay the bills, she still goes out partying, and often forgets about me. For whatever reason she only really takes care of, and I use those words lightly, Bella. I however have to feed and take care of myself. I wasn't a fan of the Twilight series. I thought it was kind of stupid. But I didn't think Bella's mom was this bad. Maybe she wasn't. I mean Bella didn't have a twin. That already changes things. Butterflies affect and all.

My twin on the other hand, Bella, is turning into a spoiled brat. And that's the nice way of putting it. Renée never says no to her and because of that she thinks she can do whatever she wants and get away with it. My new "dad" would never have allowed it if he knew about it, being a cop and all, but we haven't seen him in a few years. I have a feeling Renée saw to it. She just seems so petty with the memories I have of her. I mean really, who just ups and leaves with their kids in the middle of the night?

"Ok" I say. I glance at the clock in the kitchen. "It's 8:30 at night. The house is quiet, so I'm assuming the other two are asleep. I'll sleep off this headache and think more about what I'm going to do tomorrow."

I make my way to a room I've slept in plenty of time before, but it is actually my first night there. Its decently sized, light grey walls, and few toys. A lot of books. That's good, I liked to read in my past life so there won't be any serious sudden changes from me.

"I hope this Is just a bad dream" I say as I close my eyes.

It wasn't a dream. That's what I think as I stare at myself in the mirror. I don't recognize the person staring back at me. In my old life I was plain. Black hair, brown eyes and like I said, plain facial features. A Jane Doe.

The girl staring at me in the mirror had Snow White hair and red eyes. Soft facial features. I think I'm albino, I'm not sure. Right now, I would be considered a cute kid, in some years down the line I could already tell I would be beautiful. The only thing that sucks about this is that I must go through puberty, again.

"Daniella, get out of the bathroom you've been in there forever now!" An older feminine voice yells at me through the door, sounding annoyed. The best way I could describe it was annoying and grating on my nerves.

I opened the door to come face to face with a clone of Sarah Clarke. So, I'm in the movie verse, I guess. She gave me an annoyed look before pushing past me and slamming the door. Walking to the kitchen I find my twin. The famous Isabella Swan. She looks like a young Kristen Stewart. I am honestly not sure how we are twins; we look nothing alike. I must take after someone else in the family.

"Oh, you're awake." She speaks. Did she look down her nose at me? We are 10, not some snobby wizard from Harry Potter who thinks themselves higher than the mundane. Oh my god. Is Harry Potter a thing here? Will people even understand that reference?

I ignore her. We aren't really sisters. Sure, we were born that way, but we haven't acted like it. She doesn't treat me like that. And I only 'awoke' in this body less than 12 hours ago. So, I grabbed a bowl and got some cereal that was out on the table.

"Girls" our mother says walking into the kitchen, "don't forget to get on the bus for school, I've got to leave for work. Love you sweetie but I've got to run." Is it just me or did she only say that to Isabella. Pffft some 'family' this is I think as Isabella beams up at Renée.

"Bye mom. Have a good day!" She says as Renée walks out the door. She turns to me. "Ok freak, let's go wait for the bus." She gets up and walks away.

I was wondering why she was acting so nice. Must not want Renée to see her acting like a spoiled brat. God this is turning out to be some bad movie I wished I never watched.

"Tch" I forgot, I'm in middle school again. Great. It's the circus show all over again. Drama around every corner. I hate it all. I didn't have many friends in my old life and I'm willing to bet I'm going to have next to none in this one. I'm too mature for my age, and most will probably avoid me like the plague due to my appearance. Probably make fun of me while there too. Like I said, drama. I'm not a people person. I can already tell I'm going to get in trouble often because I'm not going to put up with any of them. I did in my last life and that just made them bolder in their actions. In this life I have no one to stand up for me. It's me against the world. And I have every intention of standing on top.

So, I was right. From the second. I got on the bus all the way till I got to my first period, kids were pointing and giggling like idiots. I sigh, and to top it off I have history first period. I've never been a fan of the class. It's pretty much the same thing every year. What's the 50 states? Who won what war? Blah blah blah. The teachers could at least get a little creative, but even in high school it was still fill in the blank questions or multiple choices. It got old the 2nd time.

I turn to the teacher as he starts talking after the bell rings, "alright class, today we are going to be learning about…" I tuned him out after that. I've already been through these classes before, and My memory is good enough to pass this class. Maybe I can use this period to sleep?

I sadly didn't get to sleep. Bummer. The teacher is one of those, you know, the ones that will randomly call on kids to answer questions in class. My next class was music, and the teacher was nice but the gist of it was, she would hand out notes and the important things would be underlined, there would be a quiz at the end of every week on those underline parts. Isn't that the easiest A in the entire world? After that was a science class. It was boring; I'd wanted to be an engineer in my past life, so I pretty much had all this down to heart. The part on vectors that was mentioned caught my interest and suddenly it was like I was trying to answer a question but couldn't come up with the answer. You know when you're asked a question and you know the answer, you could name every small detail of it but just can't say its name?

It confused me. It was sudden and it came out of nowhere, but somehow, I knew it was a missing piece to a puzzle I couldn't quite find.

An hour passed and it was lunchtime. God, I did not miss middle school lunches. A bunch of crappy, what feels like plastic food, stuffed onto a tray and the only thing actually worth eating is the small thing of salad that's given to you to make the meal healthy.

"...she just looks so weird, doesn't she?" A voice says behind me. Could these snot nosed brats whisper any louder? "Mom says it's not normal, she is weird.", you know what I could give that one credit for having some logic. Think her name was Claire? Claudia? Who knows.

I sigh for what feels like the 100th time today. I wonder if there's a way for me to skip grades. Maybe some tests that I can take. I really don't think I can deal with this again, it's the first day and I already feel like I'm losing my sanity.

Clunk. I looked over to see my fork on the table, wasn't it in my salad?

I didn't have any more time to dwell on it, the bell rang, and I had to make my way to my next class. It was much the same as the previous classes. Boring, that is. I thought school the first time was bad, having to go through it all over again was just making me annoyed and I was finding it hard to even remotely pay attention to the teachers.

It was the last period of the day now and I was waiting for the teacher to start class. Math class to be specific. Probably my favorite class, I was always good with numbers, it came as easy as breathing to me.

"Alright class let's begin. To start we are going to recap what we did yesterday…" as he droned on it was like a light bulb went off in my head, like finding a piece of myself I didn't know was missing to begin with. My pencil shot out of my hand as my mind subconsciously ran through the calculations to be able to manipulate the vectors to reflect the pencil away from me. My mind filled in the pieces to the puzzle. White hair. Red eyes. Vectors. Vector control. Accelerator. I'm Accelerator.

I decided to walk home from school, we didn't live that far, and I needed time to think in peace. I take a deep breath. So, I have the power of an anime character, a very powerful one, that allows him to reflect anything he can understand through the manipulation of vectors by calculations he does in his mind. Though there were times it was hinted to be more.

I look to my left and see a can laying in an alley. I flick my finger as my mind runs through calculations, and the can flew back and smashes into the wall at the back of the alley.

I smirk as I continue walking home. This makes things interesting. I've got roughly seven years to practice and improve. I want to get that automatic defense that Accelerator could subconsciously always keep up.

After getting home Isabella gave me a dirty look. Renée was nowhere to be seen. Not surprising. I'm just questioning whether she was out with friends, again, or decided she wanted to go to work today. I grab some food and make it to my room. A Lot of planning and practicing to do. Let's just hope me being here doesn't change the timeline entirely and at least stays somewhat similar.

I avoided Renée and Isabella as much as possible only having to interact with them when they told me to come have dinner with them, that was surprising.

I didn't really get sleep that night. From planning and practicing with my newfound power and because I haven't really come to terms that I've died and woke up in a different world. It's better than reliving the memories over again when I close my eyes.