2002

Bella's Point of View.

"Doctor gave me the good news, Bells." Dad announced when he came in. He stopped to put away his gun, safely hiding the bullets in a place I didn't know of. He thought I would kill myself. I would never do that. He walked in the kitchen. "Smells good."

"Spaghetti." I replied with a smile. I set his plate on the table. With Lauren as bad a cook as she was, you learned to fend for yourself.

He grinned and sat in his wobbly chair, repeating how he needed to fix that.

I spooned my applesauce into my mouth. It was the only food that didn't make me fee nauseous. I tried to keep my weight down, no curves. I didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.

"So, Bells, when do you want me to enroll you?"

"After Christmas." I said. "I'll go in January, where everyone is still drunk from New Years and still sleepy from not remembering that they needed to go to bed early the night before. No one will notice me."

"I'd like you to make one friend, Bella."

"You're my friend, Dad. You're the only one I can trust, that's for sure." I didn't even feel safe in my own mind. I at least I knew he would do anything for me.

He smiled. "I'm happy you think so, but I would still like it if you made one friend. For me. Promise?"

I sighed. "Promise."

Rosalie's Point of View.

2003

I walked out of my class to see Emmett there. He flashed my a grin and wrapped an arm around my waist. I lightly laid my head against his shoulder as we walked towards lunch.

Once again everyone stared at us. After three years, the stares had lessened, but they were still stunned by our beauty.

I stood tall and smirked at the humans. They'll never be as beautiful as me. Edward rolled his eyes when I sat down. I had to praise myself, for lying this long. I could have been an actress. I would have the same title as Liz Taylor and her violet eyes.

Edward chuckled. "You an actress, Rose?"

I glared at him and he seemed to remember his mistake. "Don't call me that."

"Sorry, Rosalie."

I huffed, truly annoyed. No one could call me Rose, except Marie. I stared at the crack in the table as I usually did every lunch period. I couldn't digest human food. I knew the humans thought I was anorexic.

I used to be, as a human. Father had called me fat and ugly so many times that I gave up on eating. I felt disgusted with myself. Marie was able to get me to eat occasionally, to keep me from passing out.

The cafeteria door opened and everyone turned to stare. I even glanced up when I could smell her blood. She was blushing at the attention and I froze in shock.

Her hair was dark and curly. It went to the middle of her back and she brushed it in front of her face to hide herself. But I already saw her. She had a small, curved nose, and her bottom lip was fuller than her top. She glanced up and caught my eyes.

She had one violet eye, and the other chocolate.

The girl's steps stumbled and she seemed surprised to see me. She looked down. Her body was hidden by large clothes. She was skinny, unhealthy. Her face was pale and she looked tired. She walked quietly to an empty table. She pulled out a book and curled into herself.

My brothers and sisters turned to look at me when I whimpered. I stood up, ignoring everyone's stares. I walked across the floor fluidly. My steps were too graceful, and I hated the way I stood. I tried to stumble, but even when I did that I looked elegant.

She looked up at me when I tapped her shoulder. She looked shocked. "Hello."

"Marie?" I asked plainly.

Everyone in the room was staring at us.

She shook her head. "No, I'm sorry." she smiled a little sadly and shook my hand gently, "But that is my middle name. I'm Isabella, I hate that name though. Call me Bella." she let her hair curtain her face again, to hide her shy blush.

My excited, stunned smile faltered and then disappeared all together. I frowned and uttered something even I didn't hear.

She looked downcast, sad to make me sad. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disappoint you." she gave me a smile.

I smiled brilliantly. "I'm sorry for bothering you, Bella. But it was nice meeting you."

She scuffed her shoes on the ground, obviously very shy. I blinked my eyes when I saw her in a blue, tattered dress and gash across her cheek from Father's wedding ring. Her smile was sad and her eyes broken. Bella was fine again, a shy blushing beauty.

I stepped backward and turned away walking back to my table.

"What was that?" Alice demanded, her voice a tiny fury. "You never talk to humans, ever!"

Emmett nodded, "Yeah, babe. And what was that whole Marie business?"

I was slightly surprised Edward didn't put his two cents in, but he was staring at Bella with curiosity. He seemed frustrated, his brows were furrowed.

I didn't say anything, but took my lunch and dumped it into the trash. I went back to grab my books and walked off to Spanish early, ignoring their questions.

Senora Goff didn't call on me, knowing I knew as much as her. I didn't listen, either. My mind was consumed with Bella. It made no sense.

I walked to my last class, which was English. I sat in the back, I had convinced the teacher to switch around some students so I could be obscured from view.

The door opened late and the blushing human was back. Bella ducked her head and rushed up to the teacher. The tip of her shoe caught the floor and she laughed nervously as the teacher caught her.

"T-Thank you." she stuttered quietly. She handed him the slip of paper that all new students had to get their teachers to sign.

He grinned and pointed to the back of the classroom. Right next to me.

He cleared his throat and gestured towards Bella, who was humiliated. "Good afternoon, class. As you can see we have a new student. Isabella Swan."

"Bella." she squeaked. "I prefer Bella."

Suddenly, some of the students sat up straighter. Bella's father was the police chief of Forks and if anyone got in Bella's bad graces, I had a feeling Charlie wouldn't be afraid to pull out a gun.

Mr. Mitchell laughed at the teen's reactions.

A gossipy red head I didn't know the name of, spoke up, "But isn't she a grade lower than us?"

He nodded. "Indeed, but Bella here is so bright that back in Phoenix, eleventh grade English wasn't a great enough challenge for her. So, instead of making Bella suffer for a couple days while proving that she understands everything a little too well and then the deal with switching schedules, we decided to just bump her up. Anymore questions?"

No one said anything. The redhead took out a pencil and the led scratched on the paper, forming out the distinct letters, "Bella Swan = Uber geek."

Bella continued to flush and avoided people's intruding eyes.

"So, we have come to the point in the year where we need to start a project." Mr. Mitchell informed the class. Everyone groaned and he rolled his eyes. "No need to get so theatrical. You guys can pick partners. You have to write a book report on a classic story. If you can't think of any books, then I will be more than happy you assign you a book. You'll present it to the class and it will be worth ten percent of your marking period greed." He clapped his hands loudly. "Chop, chop." Everyone started to chatter.

Bella turned towards me and shyly stuffed her hands in her baggy jean pockets. "Do you want to be partners?"

I smiled at her. "Absolutely." My eyes lit up. "Oh, I almost forgot. I'm Rosalie."

She stared at me and then blinked in shock. She shook her head and asked, "What book do you want to do?"

I shrugged slightly and shifted my hair over my shoulder. "You can choose, I guess. I don't read a lot."

She tapped the end of her pencil on the desk while chewing on her bottom lip. "What about Dracula?"

I paused and then turned my head to look at her. I felt my eyebrows raise up and she stammered out an excuse.

"I-I like vampires." she mumbled. "I think they have depth." Her eyes turned excited at the prospect of talking books to someone. I couldn't help but giggle quietly. "They must have all of these locked up emotions, you know? They've lived for how long? But then they have this completely different side of them that's a cold blooded murderer. They'll seduce and play dirty to get someone's blood to live."

"What are your theories about vampires?" I asked curiously. "You must have some. Do you believe – if vampires were real – Bram Stoker was right?"

She shook her head. "No. Vampires are undead creatures, you'd think their enemy would be something stronger than the sun."

I grinned. "So...what is Dracula about, anyway?

Her eyes lit up as she dived into the story. She was very animated, gesturing with her hands. Her facial expressions were filled with passion for the characters. I had never been a very active reader, but I would gladly become one, to have something to speak about with my sister's identical twin.

She blushed. "I'm sorry...I'm probably boring you."

I shook my head. "Not at all. I'll read the story, so I can help with the project."

She smiled and the bell rang loud and clear. "I'll see you tomorrow." I looked at her retreating form, the way she slouched into herself and didn't mean anyone's eyes. I wasn't sure whether to cry with joy, or sorrow.

Bella's Point of View

2003

I woke up and immediately grabbed my dream journal.

"He hit me, Mommy!" I cried desperately. I showed her my hideous bruise on my cheek and then where he grabbed her too tightly and an ugly purple mark was forming.

She knelt by me and gently grabbed my face. She touched it with her fingertips and I winced. She kissed my cheek and then her arm.

She stood up and kissed us again, this time on our foreheads. "Go upstairs, Rosalie. Bring Marie with you."

She walked into the kitchen and Rose dragged me upstairs. She huddled close to me in our bed and gripped my hand.

"What was that, Henry?" Mommy demanded. "There are bruises on their faces."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Marie. Now, excuse me, I have to go."

"The bank can wait. Were you drinking? That is illegal, Henry! If someone had caught you..." she was angry. "You hit them!"

There was a sharp smacking noise and stunned silence. "Don't talk to me that way." he ordered. "Now leave. Someone has to make money in this family, and they certainly aren't beautiful enough to become prostitutes."

I crossed the last T and closed the book gently and hid it under my pillow. Her name was Rosalie. And my name was Marie.

I glanced at the clock and noticed how early it was. I got up, knowing there was no use going back to sleep. I picked up my baggy pair of jeans and my oversized sweat shirt. It helped hide my body more. I got in the shower and was very happy to know that I felt clean, finally. It lessened a lot once I found out he was in jail.

I was also happy to find out that I wasn't pregnant. My body type couldn't handle pregnancy.

I got out of the shower and slipped on my clothes. I brushed through my wet hair and smiled to myself. I felt...weird. I felt as if something good was going to happen today.

I walked down stairs and kissed Dad on the cheek. He blushed and raised an eyebrow at me.

"You sure are happy today."

I nodded and poured myself a bowl of cereal. "I feel as if today is going to be a...a great day." I smiled. "Like something significant is going to happen, you know?"

He grinned. "I'm happy, Bells." he looked at his watch. "Sorry, kid, I have to go. Hey, don't cook dinner tonight. You baby me too much. I'll order pizza."

I laughed. He couldn't cook much. I nodded and gave him a hug goodbye, both of us blushing at the affection.

I dumped my cereal, eating almost half of it before my stomach started to shake. I walked out side and hopped into the truck that Dad had gotten me. It was out of shape, and needed work done, but I loved it. It was mine.

I pulled into the school and up to the front office. A heavy woman sat behind one of the desks in the poorly colored room. She looked up and set aside her business on the computer. She looked at me through her glasses and pushed a slip of paper towards me and a map.

"Isabella Swan?"

"Bella."

"Oh, you aren't Isabella Swan?" she asked, a line of confusion in her brow.

"No, I am, I just like to be called Bella." I said and she explained to me how the paper needed to be signed.

Like I suspected, nobody looked at me in the halls. Their eyes were half lidded and some were shying away from the light. I walked to my homeroom and handed him the slip. He pointed out my new seat and helped direct me to my next class.

Most people couldn't stop staring at my eyes and I blushed at the attention. I was late getting to lunch. I studied the map and walked slowly to the lunch room.

The doors made a squeaking noise when I opened them and I winced to find that every single person was staring at me. I stopped and felt my eyes widen. The blonde woman...She was here. Rosalie. It was crazy. She wasn't the girl from my dreams. That's...ridiculous!

I looked back down towards my shoes. Stop looking at me! I sat at a vacant table and brought out a book.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and Rosalie hovered over me. She studied my face before asking, "Marie?"

She knew my name...From the dream. I shook my head and smiled sadly. I didn't want to disappoint her. I shook her frigid hand, "No, I'm sorry. But that is my middle name. I'm Isabella, I hate that name though." Lauren had named me Isabella. Dad wanted to name me Marie, but he settled for my middle name being that, "Call me Bella." My hair fell across my face to hide my flushed cheeks.

Her smile disappeared and she frowned. "I-I...Oh."

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disappoint you." I smiled hesitantly.

She smiled beautifully. "I'm sorry for bothering you, Bella. But it was nice meeting you."

I scuffed my sneakers on the ground and glanced back up at her. She blinked, and then again. She took a step back and walked back to her table. I furrowed my eyebrows into my book and looked up when I saw her retreating form walk out the door.

English was embarrassing. I tripped and the teacher caught me. We were assigned a project on my first day. The teacher boasted about me when a red haired girl asked what I was doing here. And I couldn't stop staring at Rosalie. She looked just like the girl from my dreams. Everything down to a T minus the acne and violet eyes. Her eyes were golden now.

The bell rang and I smiled at her. "I'll see you tomorrow." I looked back at her to see her face choked with emotion.

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