DISCLAIMER: Not the author of Twilight, New Moon, ect. Therefore I am not Stephanie Meyer, therefore I only own Amy & co.  I wish I wrote Twilight, but no such luck.

IMPORTANT IF YOU HAVENT READ A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM:

Authors note:

Bottom-

Makes an ass of himself. LOL those of you who have read the book should get that… anyway; Bottom is a weaver who is acting in a play. He wants to play every part in the play. When he and the other 'mechanicals' (a group of actors who have jobs like carpeting and tinkering) go to the forest to practice, puck, a mischievous little assistant of the fairy king, gives him the head of an ass. (A donkey) Later on in the play Tatiana (the fairy queen) falls in love with bottom because she too is under the influence of cruel magic. So you see, Bella REALY must not care if she would allow herself to play Bottom.

Helena-

A young Athenian woman who used to be loved by Demetrius. Now Demetrius wants her best friend, Hermia though Helena is still in love with Demetrius

Hermia & Lysander-

Young Athenian lovers who decide to run away together when Hermia's father tells her to marry Demitrius , become a nun, or be executed. (He has that right, apparently)

Chapter 3

Projects and Pasts

Bella's POV:

An English project with partners. great. I will have to spend time with another pointless life form. I am paired with Amy, of course. No one wants to spend time with a depressed girl and no one wants to spend time with a freak. I didn't realize until that that day at lunch was the first time I heard Amy's voice. It was babyish, like a 5-year-old's voice. Like Amy's face, which still had its baby-fat (or at this point was it just permanent?) and height it made her look far younger than she was. I marveled at how young she seemed as we discussed the project. We were reading A Midsummer Night's Dream in English class. Another love story. It made me feel so sick, nauseous when I thought about the character's misery, caused by such a mundane little flower, and how it morphed into sappy relationships. Amy wanted to be Helena. I said sure; I could be Bottom for all I cared.

Charlie was euphoric; I hadn't had a friend over in ages. I warned Charlie to be open minded, but he still stared at Amy when she came in. I guess Amy's outfits would shock anyone. Today she was wearing electric blue leggings under a lime-green T-shirt-dress thing with a skull and cross bones printed across the front. This was of course accompanied by her lime green converse and her blue-streaked hair. Such a totally Amy outfit.

We decided on Act 1 Scene 1 lines 180-207 to act out and dissect. I was Hermia, Amy was Helena. Amy did all the talking and thinking and she seemed very caught up in the project. Whenever she said anything about Lysander it reminded me of Edward. Somehow I couldn't see Edward in Demetrius,

Amy's POV:

It was so much like back then, reading the book with Hannah, who swooned over all the characters. We had to do basically the same project in 8th grade, though in 8th grade all we had to do was the acting part, the explanation was extra credit. Bella, a near opposite of Hannah, seemed… well odd. A swear I saw pain cross her face a few times while we were discussing the project. After a while I caught on. It was all so ironic. She was like Helena, unloved, rejected by Demetrius/Edward, still chasing him in her mind, trying to find the part of her that still belongs to him. I didn't think Bella the type to fall head over heels for a guy, but Angela explained the whole story to me. It was so ironic that I wanted to be Helena and she said she could be Bottom; that goof, that outcast, that laughable character. Bottom was like me. At first the thought was slightly amusing, and then it was slightly terrifying, was I actually like Bottom? I wasn't an ass. A bitch maybe, but not an ass.

Bella's POV:

I don't think Charlie liked Amy that much, he probably thought that if I hung out with someone happy the happiness might rub off, or something to that effect. Amy was… sad. There is no other way to describe it. she refuses to mope, but she is not happy. No one in forks knows why this is just that it is. The night after the night she met Charlie, I went over to her place.

Amy's Aunt Paddy was not at all like Amy, she was, well, a normal old lady. Amy, being nearly as klutzy as I am, managed to trip over her own feet while getting out of my car. She landed face-first in the mud. Amy said to do whatever in her room while she showered off the mud and changed.

Amy's room was like a whole other world. One wall was reserved for her art work but the others, and even the ceiling, where crammed with posters of numerous classic rock bands. (A/N: Amy has my taste in music, so these rock bands are listed on my profile.) Hanging from the ceiling was a green flying pig (A/N: Green Floyd is what I named him, lol, I'm sort of modeling Amy's room after mine only Amy's is cooler.) The only wall that wasn't completely covered with posters or art work was the one with the huge bookshelf. Next to the bookshelf where two guitars, one electric and one acoustic, they where both white blue and black. (A/N: Not striped, they just involved white blue and black) I never realized that she was that obsessed with music. Because the room was so colorful, the dullest thing caught my eye. On the bottom shelf of her bookshelf (A/N: Her bookshelf was mainly occupied by CDs, not books, though she does like books) was a row of 3 square white boxes. They were labeled 'Band', 'School', and 'Mental'. Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened the box labeled 'Mental'.

Author's Note:

My longest chapter yet! I felt like making it a little cliffy….

Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I suck at them both!

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