Chapter One: Where the Hell Am I?
B POV
Opening her eyes after a long moment, she glanced down at her lap fully expecting to see her history book there. Disoriented and sitting in the middle of a small twin bed she ran her fingers over her cold cheeks. Down the street, she could hear the sounds of bustling life on the waterfront. But why was she hearing waterfront life when she should have been hearing sounds of the forest drifting in through the open window. Looking around the room she jumped off the bed, frightened for a moment as she was no longer in the safety of her bedroom in Forks. Instead, she seemed to be in some oddly decorated room that looked like it was straight out of her history book. She glanced down and ran her fingers up and down roughly over her stomach sides, grimacing as she came to a startling realization. She was no longer wearing pants and Edward's shirt; instead, but she was wearing an oddly long and stifling white and black dress instead. Closing her eyes, she shuts them again and opens them back up rapidly as if trying to wake from a bad dream and she frowns when she realizes the room around her isn't changing to back home.
Pushing herself away from the edge of the bed, she rushes to the window crying out sharply when she sees that the world in front of her is not the safe haven of the forest but a bustling street teaming with people. She slowly sunk to her knees, leaned up, and peeked out of the window again with a squeak before hitting the floor again. Unable to help herself, she ran her hands over her arms as she looked around the room still trying to find out how the hell she got there.
"Well this has got to be a first…." She picked herself up, listened for sounds of life from within the house, and made her way from the room and through the empty house until she came to the front door.
She placed her hand on the doorknob and paused, not knowing what to do with herself but knowing that she would receive no answers from an empty house. Finally pulling open the door, she wrinkled her nose as the sun attempted to peek out from behind the clouds. She may not have been in Forks anymore, but she was still her and parading down the street like a sparkling diamond was probably not the best of ideas. Turning to her left, she picked up a wide brimmed white and black hat and sat it on her head gingerly not knowing what to make of herself. Next, she slipped on a pair of white gloves not wanting to take any chances. Finally, deeming herself safe enough to venture out, she closed the door behind her and headed out onto the street, making sure to keep close to the building to avoid the suns curious rays.