This is a story about a young girl called Sarah Collins. She has moved to Forks after her family died in a terrible "accident", the plans were made for her to move to a school and start life there before hand, so Sarah did what her parents would have wanted her to do. She finds a boy, Edward Cullen, and sees that after meeting him strange things start to occur. after meeting his family Sarah discovers a future, a life in which she needs to keep a secret, but also needs make sure happens at the same time. Her hatred for the ones that caused her the pain was excruciating and she has to try all that she can to become even. This is the story of how a girl is desperate to get her revenge on the ones that caused her torment and how she tried to keep the future of Bella and Edward on the Right path.

Set Two months before Edward and Bella meet.

1. A Start

I was stuck in the middle of a crowd. Looking over every single person in the hallway, searching for their eyes, their skin, their mouth, any facet that makes them them.

There were hundreds of people out in front of me, all carrying notebooks and folders, all rushing towards their new set lessons, all talking to at least one other person about their holidays and what they got up to at vacation.

For me, it was the same, I had my trusty folder and pens in hand, my new timetable fastened in my pocket, a light shoulder bag holding nothing that would be honestly useful for the day, and a head full of memoirs and curiosity, except, unlike everyone else, I knew nobody.

Well, nobody who knew me. The corridors were slowly becoming deserted, with people finishing off their conversations, making arrangements for lunchtime to hang out, others finally encrypting their timetables and a few who just wanted to wonder around.

I was to join the others who decided to get to their lessons, so I clasped hold of my bag looking out in front of me to uncover my first class. The classrooms were ordered numerically, I saw when I sauntered down the marble path. I climbed up two flights of stairs and trudded along a hallway until I came across the right section. I felt very self-conscious just walking around the corridors, which seemed audacious because there was no one around. No spectators of my woeful attempt on being on time to a lesson. Down the hallway I snuck up to a few windowed-doors to peer in. All the students seemed to enjoy going to school and the lessons as much as any other; spending the lesson time hoping and lingering on until the bell went, and then talking and eating with friends while waiting until they got home and started dreading the hours as they brought along the next school day. Five times a week, once a day.

Amazing to know that that was my future for the next few years.

The teachers all seemed a little too tired and irritable to actually be teaching this early in the morning, and I was sure that the students were more than happy for them to go home right now and get some sleep. But, sadly, that is not the case at school; you go, you get taught, you get fed, you get taught some more and then you leave. Lovely.

This lesson was to be Chemistry, in the science block, on the third door down. Everyone was in his or her classrooms so it was a good idea to get a move on before anyone noticed my absence. Which meant I could take my time.

I took out my map and started to examine it. The school was much larger at a glance than what it says on the map; they were all sectioned out, Languages one building, Art and Design in another and Humanities near the entrance. And a lot of other things that I did not even glance at, as they wouldn't even take part in my new school life.

I reached the door to my classroom, covered in newspaper articles with the slightest reference of science in them, and bold numbers standing out from it.

I slid my hand towards the door handle, twisted it and revealed my new Monday mornings.

The room was full of chatter and talks, people leaning across desks to talk to friends, pupils taking out their class textbooks and other essentials and the quiet ones who just want the day to end. All round, people were interested in other things, including the teacher. I took a step forward out of the doorway and found myself the object of everyone's glance.

I could not have felt a stronger sense of insecurity at that moment.

An open hand greeted me by the door, and gave me a firm yet tired handshake bringing me into the room. It was a plump tall man, a friendly fatherly figure. Most likely intelligent in Chemistry, but very dim in the outside world.

"Why hello!" he exclaimed, sounding thrilled and exasperated, "Might I be mistaken to think that you are new here?" He brought me to the front of the room, standing beside the white board, welcome to all eyes.

"Erm... yes, yes I am." I struggled, trying to stay safe under the pressure of the room suffocating me.

"So you must be Sarah Collins, I presume?" he questioned wile bending down to grab a textbook and folder to drop into my now weak arms.

"Yeah…" I could not think of anything more to say. There was nothing more that I could say, all he asked for was my name, and then again, he already knew it. "That's my name" I sighed extremely quietly so only I could hear.

When he got up from his search and handed me my supplies.

"Well welcome to Forks, and enjoy all the uses of the science block, you can come here after school and study or try out all of the experiences." A mask of exhaustion took over him, so I skipped the asking questions bit and waited for him to direct me to my seat.

He carried on staring at me waiting for a response.

So I smiled blankly at him.

"So, yes, enjoy the year and lets get started," He turned his face towards the class, who did not stop looking at me, only to blink.

"So I see that you have all picked out the seats that you want, it's looking the same as last year, but nevertheless, let us begin!" his enthusiasm for the subject did not deteriorate even if he looked exhausted and found that no one shared his eagerness.

"So where will I be sitting?" I asked, mimicking his eagerness. Obviously the pupils took that the wrong way as I heard them muttering to their friends, secretly, but a few saw my sarcasm.

"Oh, it is always nice to find a student show enjoys a subject as much as the teacher!"

Damn it! Why did I have to do that, what would they all be saying now?

One boy, right at the back of the classroom sniggered, lightly muttering to himself.

"Okay then, why don't you sit over their, next to Edward? I am sure you two will get along nicely. An A grade student he is." He informed pointing towards the corner, making me notice that Edward was alone.

Everyone in the room, except for him, the teacher and I, gasped disorientated.

What was the huge surprise in it all? I was just being directed to my seat.

I heard a pool of muttering, with the words it can't be and well, this is a first popping up in every other chatter.

I maneuvered my way around the tables, getting burnt by everyone's stares, until I finally I got to my seat. I placed my books and pens on the table, kicking my bag under the desk and sat hunched over my desk. I started to stare out the window.

This will be the same scene I will look out upon every day now.

I thought, looking out upon the fields, they were beautiful and vast. Never ending, which was wonderful because I didn't want them to. The boy next to me followed my gaze out onto the green abyss. The sun was weak and not directed at me; I was covered by a grey shadow, the perfect light for a sleep.

I rested my head on my warm hand, softly cupping my chin.

I am going to be so incredibly bored this year.

I directed my gaze towards the boy who was sharing this desk. His face was hidden, hair a deep orange, covering a light skin. I would have to say quite tall, well built but coherent. An A grade student, and he looked it. Wise, articulate even, he was help.

What I needed this year, some one to help me. There would be no point to further speculate whether he was lucid or not, so I wondered my eyes around the room.

Grey.

Dull.

Ceaseless.

I don't even like chemistry… is there anyway that I can survive this?

I thought to my self, and I was right. If there was a way of dying of boredom, that would be my fate, I am going to be stuck here for eternity it seems…

I had not even been there for a minute and I was already planning my future in science, my cold, dim, slow future in science.

Mr. Woods introduced himself to everyone, although they had all been there last year, he was sure that they had all forgotten who he was. He started to write some things up on the board "Lets get started now, why don't we..." I heard him say,

Yes, let's. I replied in my head sarcastically.

The boy next to me never moved, not a flinch, he seemed to be sucked in his own small world. But not in a childlike day dream, more of a muse.

The teacher wrote a large "CHEMICAL REACTIONS" in the middle of the board, ready to turn it into a spider-diagram. I copied it down, taking no notice in what he was saying.

Hands started flying up in the air after every other sentence he stated, people suggesting ideas and answering questions. I had no enthusiasm or energy to join in so I sat there, completely perplexed.

After that no one even took notice of me, which I was completely happy about, I was enjoying sitting and watching what was going on. Gradually everyone's voices grew louder, people were talking nonsense. Not even to the teacher or about anything to do with the subject. Random mutterings here and there, quiet but still loud enough for the teacher to notice. Or should notice.

That was strange, maybe I was just hearing things. My sugar level is low… I could just be hallucinating, that is all it is. My mind going funny…

They didn't seem to stop, just muttering erratically about random things.

I just tried and succeeded in tuning out the nonsense and decided that I should listen to the lecture.

"… So can anyone name a simple chemical reaction?" I caught in mid sentence. People's hands wearily lifted up.

Mr Woods picked out a small and slightly dim looking girl, with hair flowing down to her waist in the middle surrounded by her giggling friends.

I wish I could see my friends, I wish they were here with me, going through the boredom with me, just for reassurance.

"Why yes, Julie?" He questioned

"Fire." She stated serenely, her voice quiet over the mumble that was slowly coming back.

"Yes, definitely. And there can be many more as well…"

I stopped listening as a shrill of yelps and rants filled up my head. A scream of anguish bombarded my every thought. The orange flames and shrieking lights surrounded everyone in a flash of despair.

Blood and fire covered the floors of the room, every single person was lying in a pool of their own blood, shrieking and trembling in misery, wanting an escape. No one was left; everyone was cowering dying on the floor.

Except for me again, I was left to watch over the madness. The walls and desks sprung alight, burning over the mangled bodies. The aftermath of the Hunt.

Its what they did. It was in their nature to not feel empathy for their prey.

My eyes turned bright and the heat covered my face and body, the fires creeping near and destroying all in its path. The overwhelming sense of powerlessness was there again.

I was left to watch it all, my energy and life slowly disappearing, while it got near. The fire that was left drew near me, scalding my feet and melting my skin and clothes. It had gotten everyone else too; Mr. Woods, Edward, Julie and all the other students lay awaiting their inevitable fate of this unjust, excruciating incident.

Death was watching over it all with me, staring happily at it, while I wanted to gag in disgust of it all. The light was blinding, the screams grew loader and the smell of blood was all around, filling my nose with its pungent stench.

Take me away from this, take me away from this again, please. I beg of you, stop this now! I screamed in my head. But no one would be able to hear me. I am trapped again, in this… hell.

I felt a strong, sharp, icy jab on my side.

The scene had left my eyes, pulled out into the vacuum of space, leaving the utterly boring yet extremely precious classroom.

I sighed in the greatest relief.

I couldn't even say thank you, it was too much of a surprise. To say thank you to the thing that took it away.

But how though...?

I was shivering, not because of the cold awakening, but because of my anxiety to leave right now. I cant be in this room were I had just watch everyone die. I pulled away my chair from my desk and looked down at my feet, they were dirty, but thankfully not burnt to a crisp.

I stared at my clothes; they were not melted or burnt to a crisp either.

I breathed in, the smell of blood was gone.

I saw no flickering lights or pools of blood.

I was definitely back, and happy about it.

I smiled.

I smiled nervously,

In utter relief…

Yet, I could not carry on, it was still the beginning of the lesson and I needed to leave and go to the toilets, or somewhere. To wash it all away.

I threw my hand up into the air, waiting for Mr. Wood to notice me, him not dying, collapsed on the floor and eaten by flames.

"Yes… erm…?" He answered struggling to find my name.

"It's Sarah, Mr. Woods."

"Why yes, Sarah, what is it?" he answered again politely towards me, while a sea of mumbles grew louder and larger.

"Please may I be excused to the bathroom?" I returned his politeness.

"Yes you can."

Thanks, I need this… I thought.

I was trying not to gain any more attention for myself, but I was bombarded with what is she doing and with friendly was she okay back then?

So I did react to my dream, the terrible scene that I needed to get out of my mind before I turned into a lump of shivering mess crying into a pool on the floor. What had happened to me? Why did I turn into a possessed victim?

I grabbed out to the door handle, holding on tightly as the coldness and metallic edge brought back a memory. But I couldn't listen to it, I wouldn't stand there reminiscing with all eyes on me.

Pulling the door open and shoving it back, I stood bitterly cold in the corridors.

Standing absent from the world, trying to eliminate the earlier tragedy from my head, hitting it with my sweating warm hands. Hurting myself until it left.

But at least I am alone, I thought,

No one can see me now, I can just rest for a moment, breath and relax.

If this is my first lesson then I dread to think what will happen in rest of the day….

I pulled myself to the wall resting on it, panting and quaking.

The Bathroom,

Yes, the bathroom.

I agreed, shuddering.

I tried to write this so it feels like you are Sarah, because you know Edward and Bella's future and all that happens but none of the other characters do. So sit down and get out some popcorn or something and just ENJOY!

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