Hola Twilighters! I am here with Chapter Three, which is very exciting this is my first official "regular" update hopefully they are all this close together from here on out.

I would like to thank all of the people who have read my story so far, especially JustAGirl for leaving me my FIRST review EVER!!! Thank you so so so much. Your review let me know that all of the visitors/hits listed were not just people glancing at it and then moving on. I now know that it is being read, so thank you; and sorry if this embarrassed you.

Ok well that's all for now… so onto the story! Ps: I don't own Twilight

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Chapter 3

"Hey Mary do you know what our Spanish homework was?" asked a tall skinny girl with shoulder-length, curly, light-brown hair.

"Yeah, we have to write an essay about the interview we did with our partner in class." I responded.

"Ok, thanks. See you tomorrow! Oh, and don't forget about our physics quiz!" she called walking back to her locker.

The images blur around me and suddenly I am walking into the kitchen of my house after the ride home from school.

"Hey Mary, how was school? Did you have a good day?" asked my mom as I entered our small one story house.

"Umm it was good," I replied "I got an A on my math test."

"Oh that's great, honey!" said my mom with a smile.

Then the scene changes again. All I can see is flickers of light. I felt the earth shake beneath me; I can hear glass shattering, objects falling to the ground. Sirens blaring all around me, and I can hear my step-dad shouting something, but I can't understand what it is. I look around confused and panicking; I know what is going to happen next. I frantically search the familiar room looking for an escape, or a way to prevent the events about to occur. I meet the fearful eyes of my mother as she braces herself for the pain. CRASH

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream as I wake with a start, gasping for air. Thunder cracks violently through the sky as the rain crashes onto my window. Sweat drips down my forehead and my shirt clings to my back as I pull my knees to my chest and sob. I just sit there, struggling to fill my lungs with air as tears cascade down my cheeks. I blinked several times before my vision clears. Sighing I unclasp my shaking hands and fall back only my pillow.

"When will these dreams stop?" I ask no one in particular. I sighed again. After that I doubt I'll be able to sleep again, and don't even get me started on this blasted rain. I think to myself.

I glanced at the alarm clock sitting on my nightstand, 2:30am. Great! Just great. I thought exasperated.

I rolled over and pulled out a photo album from my nightstand drawer and flipped through the pictures. My mom and dad on their wedding day, Phil and Mom on their honeymoon, my self and a group of friends: 1 tall redhead, Cathryn; Caitlin, the curly light brunette from my dream; a wavy haired blond; and twins with shoulder-length light-brown hair. Images of my past filled my mind as I skimmed the album.

My eyelids grew heavy as I drifted off to a more pleasant dreamless sleep with the album clutched to my chest.

I groaned and rolled over in bed fumbling for the off button on my alarm clock. I stumbled out of bed and sleepily made my way to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face to clear the sleep and quickly surveyed the damage that last night did to me; my cheeks were blotchy, my eyes red and puffy, my hair a monstrous frizz ball, but the dark circles under my eyes had magically faded to an almost unnoticeable depth. I definitely could not salvage my appearance at this point.

"Into the shower I go then." I said to my pitiful reflection. The hot water relaxed my tense back and shoulders and cleared the sleep and blotchy skin.

When I was done I grabbed a towel and quietly made my way back to the room. I walked over to my closet to find an outfit for the day. After a few minuets of searching I decided on a dark blue fitted polo and my favorite, and most comfortable, pair of jeans. I closed the closet and moved towards the pile of sheets and blankets that was my bed, shoving empty boxes as I went.

This room was a fairly good size, a bit bigger than my room at home I guess. I had a double bed immediately to the right of the door; the bed board rested against the eastern wall, and the length of the bed was along the south wall putting the bed in the southeastern corner. There was a large window slightly above, and to the right of my bed on the east wall. The rocking chair from my baby days sat in the northeast corner of my room. Along the north wall was my dresser and mirror, and my closet was on the west wall. The walls were a soft blue and the floor was hard wood.

After making my bed I stacked the empty boxes next to the rocking chair, I only had two boxes left to unpack, they were the ones that held my books, just a few from the large collection I had in my room at home.

I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 7:15, breakfast time. I exited my room and made my way downstairs, through the living room into the kitchen. I was surprised to find Charlie at the stove making breakfast. Last time I checked he was a horrible cook, about as bad as mom. He turned to me and smiled. "Morning Bells." He said as he placed the eggs and toast on the table.

"Wow Dad, this looks good." I said genuinely surprised.

He laughed at my comment and replied, "Hey I can cook breakfast if nothing else; and I just didn't want you hungry on your first day of school."

"Ugh!" I groaned, "You had to remind me, there goes my appetite." "Hey!" He joked back, "You'll want to eat this now so when dinner comes around you can at least say you had something good to eat today." "Um no," I laughed, "I will be making dinner to spare us both." We both chuckled as we finished up.

I then put our dishes in the sink to wash later and ran back upstairs to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face and grabbed my backpack out of my room as I made my way back downstairs. I was confused as I walked out of the house into dark menacing clouds, and saw Charlie standing on the driveway smiling; but before I could ask he pointed to the street. I followed his eyes to the mailbox, and there on the curb was a big, red truck. I looked back at Charlie with a disbelieving gasp for conformation. He nodded sheepishly and said, "I know that you didn't have a car, and that you were planning on using the money from your savings account but you need to save that; so I found you an alternative."

I squealed and hugged him saying, "oh my gosh Dad, I love it! I can't believe you bought me a car, that's amazing. I hope it wasn't too much money." I looked at him, silently asking the question.

"Um... well no. I didn't buy it new obviously. I actually bought it from an old friend, Billy Black. Do you remember him? You used to play with his daughters Rachel and Rebecca when you were little." He said hesitantly.

"Oh, yeah I remember them. So how much was it, I want to pay you back at least partially." I said. "Well Bells, its kind of a gift to help you adjust." He replied. Wow, free. I thought. "Oh ok, well thanks Dad. I better go, don't want to be late on my first day." I said embarrassed at the emotional conversation. "Oh yes of course, no wouldn't want to be late; and I have to head to the station now anyway." He said mirroring my embarrassment.

He gave me directions to the school and a set of keys: one for the truck, one for the house and an emergency one for the station. Charlie was Knox's hero, the police chief. The people of this town were his wife and children he was responsible for everyone. We both got in our cars and headed out. Charlie went to his job and friends, whereas I was headed to my doom. I was driving on a long road that seemed impossibly short; I was headed to my SECOND first day of high school, and I was completely alone.

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All right that was a party! I would have continued into the day but the Cullen's are at school and I also have a lot of other things planned for her first day and by the time I typed it all out it would be like 15 pages long. That's just too long for me to handle in one sitting. I'm also kind of thinking I need to change some stuff as far as her first day goes so I can do it in segments, or maybe just move some stuff around so I can bring it in later.

Hmmm I think what I really need is a beta reader but I don't know how to sign up for one. Does anyone know how that works? It doesn't explain it in my account. So if anyone knows anything about that, PLEASE send me a review.

I'M DESPARATE FOR A BETA READER!

See you next chapter! 3 Marybella