BELLA SWAN'S POV

"Good night, Dad," I said to Charlie, climbing up the stairs.

"Good night, Bells."

I entered my room to the sight of a Greek god. My Edward.

I walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Human moment," I told him, running off to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. I put on sweats and a T shirt.

Edward was patiently waiting for me. "You look tired," He said, gently showing me to the bed.

I yawned. "I guess I am a little sleepy."

Edward tucked me under the bed covers, and started to hum my lullaby.

I slowly drifted to sleep.

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RACHEL'S POV

I opened my eyes. I squinted from the bright light pouring from the open window.

I sat up. My room doesn't look like this. This isn't my bed. These are definitely not my pajamas! What the heck is going on?

I scrambled to the nearest bathroom I could find. I looked into the mirror. What I saw, was unbelievable.

I was Bella Swan. Bella Swan. The girl that was dating Edward Cullen!

I wanted to deny it, but somehow I knew this was how Bella was supposed to look. This had to be a dream. I pinched myself.

Okay, that hurt.

And I still looked like Bella! No way!

I put on some clothes out of the dresser that was in the room and rushed downstairs. A man was sitting at a table, reading a newspaper. Charlie!

"Hey, Bells," The man said, looking up from the newspaper.

"Um…hey, uh, Dad."

"You better eat," Charlie told me. "You wouldn't want to be late for school.

"School?! Hasn't Bella already graduated? "Actually, I'm not that hungry." I dashed upstairs.

I went into "Bella's" room and grabbed what I thought was her school backpack.

Then I went back down the stairs and tried to act casual. "Bye, Dad," I said to Charlie, waving goodbye as I went out the front door.

"See ya later. And Bella, cool down a little. You look a bit tense."

Aw, great. Charlie was already getting suspicious. I couldn't give my self away. Although I wasn't sure he would conclude that another girl was in his daughter's body. I didn't really believe it myself.

An old red truck was in the driveway. No way! That had to be Bella's truck! Oh my gosh!

What was I supposed to do? Go to the school? Act like everything was totally fine I wasn't some girl in Bella Swan's body? Oh my gosh! What is wrong with my life? And I was acting like a giddy school girl!

Suddenly, a silver Volvo pulled into the . My. way. No way. This wasn't happening. No way. Could this really be real?

A Greek god with bronze hair, golden eyes, and pale skin stepped out of the car and rushed over to me.

"Bella, are you alright?" Edward asked me. His voice was musical. "You look pale."

Wake up! "Um…yeah. I'm okay."

He took my hand and escorted me to the Volvo. He was such a gentleman. And his hands were like ice.

I nervously got into the passenger seat and Edward got behind the wheel.

I have never been able to get to school faster. He really is a fast driver. It was record timing. But there were more important things to muse about than driving. Like… how I was going to survive the day. First of all, I had to stay calm. No freaking out, and especially no acting like it my first day at school. I had to act like everything was completely normal, even though it defiantly was not. And most of all, I had to find out what was happening to me. There had to be a reason for this. Maybe this was my destiny!

Yeah right. I wish.

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BELLA'S POV

I woke up to the song The Reason by Hoobastank.

What the-?

I quickly tore the pink bed sheets off me and got out of bed.

Pink bed sheets?

I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to see who it was and saw a girl with brown hair and brown eyes about my age standing right in front of me.

Who is she?

"Finally! You sleep like a log! The alarm clock is the only thing that can get you up, apparently," the girl said. "I'll help you get ready."

She led me to a small bathroom. I looked into the mirror. Oh. My. Gosh.

I had red hair, and brown eyes. I looked nothing like me. I had freckles!

I gripped the counter in front of me. This couldn't be happening to me. Stuff like this wasn't even possible. There was no way. No way. This had to be some hallucination, or a dream.

Everything was getting fuzzy… I began to loose my balance and tried to grab on to something. I was vaguely aware of grabbing on to a shelf screwed to the wall. It broke loose, and all its continents, even the whole shelf, came crashing down on me. On my head.

I slipped into unconsciousness.