Hanna, no longer interested the music pulsing through her speakers, muted the sounds inside her car. She could now only hear the sound of her own shallow breathing, as though she'd just ran a few miles. That's what she wanted to do now. She closed her eyes and imagined the track, the pavement already slick with a thin coat of ice and snow. Cold seeped through her pants. She opened her eyes and there she was, on the track. She got to her feet and touched her toes, stretching. Displeased about her thick winter coat and the fact that the fur kept tickling her jaw, Hanna stripped from her coat, the cold bitterness biting harshly at her exposed skin. Hanna bent to the side, nearly touching the ground, then did the same the opposite way.

Hanna took a deep breath, then began jogging. In a few seconds, she was sprinting, the cold no longer seeming to matter to her. 4 times around the track was a mile. She was already 3 times around, yet nothing ached yet, her heart pounding in her chest though told her that perhaps she should stop. She sped up. Arms pumping at her sides, she was low and ran fast enough to reach the 4th lap within two minutes. But she didn't want just a mile behind her. Hanna kept going, knowing that she'd have to stop shortly. After several more laps, Hanna slowed and fell into the snow beside her coat. The cold felt good on her aching limbs and heavy chest. Snowflakes fell onto her face, melting on contact when they touched her burning cheeks.

Hanna stayed like that for almost 10 more minutes, then remembered she was still at school and the bell was going to ring shortly. She stood up shakily and laid a hand on her chest, her heart pounding almost out of control under her touch. I'm going to pay for that later, she thought to herself.

Grabbing her coat, she began walking back to the school. When she reached the building, she went to her locker, grabbed her stuff, and prepared for class. Then she began thinking about the angel, who had saved her from falling and how his face looked pained. How his limbs had stiffened under hers, as though he was trying to restrain himself. From what though.

Reaching her class, Hanna set her stuff down on her table, taking a seat and waited for the teacher and students to arrive. Hanna got up again and walked around the room, then stopped at the teacher's desk. She looked tentatively, and saw that they were getting new seating arrangements. She looked for her name. She wasn't going to be having a partner again, like the first half of the year in Biography, but there was a boy that sat behind her, Edward Cullen, and a girl that sat in front of her, Angela.

Hanna sighed and went back to her seat and pretended to of never seen the chart. The moment she sat down the teacher walked in.

"Oh, Hanna, you're here. Might as well get you to your new seat," the teacher, Hanna wasn't sure what his name was, smiled warmly. Hanna collected her stuff and went to the seat he indicated.

The bell rang and students began coming in, the teacher launched into telling everyone where they sat. Angela, an Asian girl, took her seat in front of me. She turned around slightly and smiled shyly.

Hanna couldn't help but smile back, but the smile looked pained and forced. Angela turned back to the front, tapping her pencil against the desk. Just before the bell rang to signal the beginning of class, the angel walked in. Hanna blinked and looked around. How had she missed him before? So, the angel's name was Edward, Hanna thought to herself.

As though called by his name, Edward tilted his head in her direction, his eyes meeting Hanna's. Hanna scowled and looked away from him, toward the window beside her, looking at the snow falling outside. She heard the chair behind her squeal against the floor as it was pulled out. It took all her will power not to look back at Edward to make sure he was still there, as though he was too beautiful to even exist.

Hanna only half listened to the lesson on the human organs, instead kept her mind on the snowflakes dancing from the gray sky.

Hanna hadn't learned anything by the time the bell rang. She gathered her stuff and was nearly the last one out of the classroom, Edward being the first.

Hanna sighed and didn't want to go to the last class of the day, gym. Hanna stuffed her hand in her pocket, the key inside cool against her touch. Hanna sighed and just went to gym. But she sat on the sidelines, there wasn't anything to do, they were playing basketball. When the ball came flying at Hanna, she caught it easily and threw it back with too much force, nearly throwing the student backwards.

Hanna sighed in relief when the bell finally released her from gym class. She went to her car and when she got inside, turned the music back up and let the heat settle on low.

She pulled out and was almost to the parking lot driveway when a silver Volvo cut into the space in front of her. She narrowed her eyes and was ready to get out and yell at the driver when she saw that it was Edward inside the Volvo. She revved her engine and thought about ramming the back of his car. She inched forward and her black corvette nudged his silver Volvo.

Edward's eyes narrowed at Hanna in his rear view mirror. Hanna smiled sarcastically back. Edward ripped from the parking lot, Hanna followed in suit, only turning the opposite way toward, the port.

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Several hours later, smelling strongly of leather and old books, Hanna was sitting in a small row boat in Italy, a large, flexible, straw hat drawn over her face, blocking the sun. She was in a bikini, her long legs thrown over the side of the boat, her toes in the water and her arms were thrown over her head.

The only part of her not sunbathing was her face, which was concealed by the hat. Hanna grinned under the hat and sat up, her gray-blue hair pulled into a messy bun. Hanna threw her towel around her and rowed the boat back to the wooden platform and paid the man there to put the boat back where she had found it.

With the towel still around her, Hanna dove into the water, and saw her front porch in her head, and the feeling of being weightless vanished and was replaced with wood beneath her feet. Hanna, dripping wet, shivered as the wind wrapping an embrace around her slim figure. She scuttled into the house and dried off. Hanna yawned and looked at the time.

It was almost 11 at night, and she hadn't done her homework. She shrugged and was in her bed a moment later, asleep within minutes.