Disclaimer's note: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS EDWARD!!
All right. Edward Cullen is a student. His apartment is a small room near Queens Park in Toronto, within walking distance to the University of Toronto.
Edward flinched at the beeping sound of his watch. Lying awake for hours over the past night had given him an air of insanity, but the dreams kept coming back. She was standing in a shallow pool, a black dress clinging to her curves, looking at the sun.
Edward was in the dream too, only he was like a rock, unable to move or speak. As always, just as the beautiful girl was about to turn around and look at him, he would always jerk awake. Not wanting the dream to cause him anguish anymore, Edward had started to drink too much coffee before bed, lying awake all night.
His biology teacher had noticed his exhaustion every day. He was making sure not to load on Edward's homework; assuming that Edward had a personal issue he was dealing with. Edward's biology teacher was a very kind man.
One day, as Edward was using every ounce of his determination to pull himself out from under his blankets, he had a glimpse of a huge truck barrelling towards him in his head. He blinked, and the image was gone, and in his fatigue, he immediately forgot about it.
In biology, his teacher, Mr. Wellrock, pulled him aside after class.
"You okay, son?" he asked
"Somewhat" Edward mumbled, grabbing onto the desk out of fear of falling over because of his tiredness.
"Really?" Mr. Wellrock persisted. "Look, you're my top student, and every day this nonsense pulls your grade lower. Now, tell me what is wrong, Mr. Cullen!"
Edward did not want to admit that a dream about a made up girl was ruining his sleep because he couldn't see her face. "It's...uh, my father has a rare type of stomach, er, cancer...I'm stressing a little bit..." he quietly lied, hoping Mr. Wellrock would let him go back to his appartment to sleep.
His teacher gave him a strange look and turned back to marking tests. Edward slowly walked out of the room.
As he was walking down the street, he tripped and accidentally scattered his books all over the intersection. The light that had just been a clear, white "Walk" sign had just turned red and blinking. The traffic would be moving soon, and his English Literature papers were over by the curb. He snatched them up and stuffed them into his mail carrier bag.
Running now that the light had said "Stop" and the busy Toronto rush hour traffic would soon be upon him, he was in the middle of the street, when he tripped again and fell flat on his face, blood gushing from his nose.
Edward looked up to see the image from the morning: A huge truck thundering towards him.
Hey hey, my first chapter! How'd you like it? Okay my first fanfic so please read and review! Thanks!
-Traveling Teen
