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A/N: Anything in Bold text is a direct quote from either twilight or midnight sun.

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A ball of dread, and a spark of hope battled for the claim of my stomach as I clutched the letter, lay down and begged for sleep to enfold me.

B POV

My eyes shot open. It had all been a dream. I was in my room, and I most definitely was not beginning Forks High School today. I had finished High School sixty-seven years ago. The entire concept was nothing less than ridiculous. I fought back a nauseous feeling, and moved to cover my mouth with my hands. The trouble was, there was already something in my hands. I stared blankly at what I was holding. It read:

Bella Swan.

My heart stuttered. I looked down at my body. My skin was smooth. As though this was not enough proof, I leapt up and practically ran into the bathroom. I was amazed that i didn't trip, though the distance was short. I closed my eyes, and walked towards the mirror. My knees felt weak. Look. Do it quick. Like ripping off a plaster. I thought. Don't be too disappointed when you realise none of this is real.

When I opened my eyes I truly expected to see an old lady staring back at me. She would mock me, empty. I told you so, her eyes would all but scream. The jolt of despair that I was expecting to feel when I opened my eyes never came. 1, 2, 3...

My heart stammered.

Her face was smooth, there were no blotches, imperfections, or wrinkles. There were no heavy protruding bags surrounding her eyes. Her lips wee full, and pink, not withered and thin, and her long mahogany hair hung in waves, almost to her waist. My stomach soared. Sleep had not embraced me for hours, after I had read the letter the night before. I had had time to think. There was only one logical explanation for all of this, no matter how farfetched it sounded. I examined the facts. When i woke up yesterday afternoon, I was no longer an old woman, but I was wearing old woman clothes. Charlie and Renee were very much here. Alive? I didn't know. I was almost convinced I had reached the afterlife, until I had found a letter from Alice Cullen in my shoe, which, I might add, she seemed to know that I would find. Alice Cullen was not dead, in the traditional sense of the word, so how could she be writing to me if I were in the afterlife? I was not in the afterlife. This much I now knew. I had not believed in vampires, or werewolves, and yet they existed. This was how I reached my conclusion. I was fairly certain, now bordering on absolutely sure, that it was currently 2004.

Edward. If my theory was correct, then I would see Edward again today, and he wouldn't remember me at all. He wouldn't have even met me yet. If it weren't for the letter i had received- somewhat unconventionally- from Alice, nothing could have held back the onslaught of hysteria. As it was, I prepared myself for school, ate my breakfast and clambered into my truck, questioning my sanity all the way. I did not like to think it, but this was the silent third option. I was insane. Before I knew it, I was at the front desk. Breathe.

The red-haired woman looked up. "Can I help you?" Deja-vu.

"I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the immediate awareness light her eyes. This-I was sure- was for the second time.

"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." I almost snorted. I did not need a map of the school.

When I went back out to my truck, other students were starting to arrive. I drove around the school, following the line of traffic, my eyessearching endlessly, flicking from car to car, until... they stopped, widening. There, a few spaces from the gate, was parked a shiny, silver Volvo. The breath was instantaneously knocked out of me. I didn't know whether to rejoice or keel over. Not wanting to be caught staring, I quickly began to make my way to English, my mind buzzing.

Everything was just the way I remembered it and I felt surprisingly comfortable with being there. When I had been to Forks High School before, I had been catatonic. The place was riddled with memories. He was here. Now.

I took my slip up to Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he saw my name — not an encouraging response — and of course I flushed tomato red. Just as the old Bella would have done. He sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing me to the class. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, but somehow, they managed. It felt surreal seeing all their faces, so full and young. Many of them, were dead in the time I had come from. I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. By myself, and for this class, when I had been here before.Would it be classed as sixty-eight years ago? orWould it be classed as in the future? Another question that had been hounding me. If it hadn't happened yet, then why did I remember it?

When the bell rang, I saw that Eric Yorkie was approaching me. This was just like groundhog day. I realised that I could predict most things that would happen, since I remembered the days events in great detail. "You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" Bella. This was going to be a long day.

"Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me. Again.

The cogs in my mind were spinning in overdrive, considering the possibilities for the day. I was completely zoned out on the conversation I was having with Eric - after all - I'd already had it once.

"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way…" "I'm Eric," he added.I smiled tentatively. Inwardly grimacing. "Thanks."

The morning dragged on, and I was getting impatient. I was fed up of being introduced to people I already knew. Every moment I spent longing for lunchtime, where I knew Edward would be. I would finally see him again, and he would see me for the "first time." I sat with Jess all the way through trig, and Spanish. I was unsure how I had managed that once, without going insane, never mind twice. She prattled onabout anyone and anything that she could find a scrap of gossip on, just as she always had. I didn't try to keep up. She walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch.

We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. Unlike my first-first day at Forks, I wasn't worried about what any of them thought of me. It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation without giving out too much information, and ultimately giving the game away, that I first saw them.

I began scanning the room the moment I entered it, but only then, did my eyes find them. The scene was exactly as I remembered it, frame by frame, it almost slowed down in my mind.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them.

I stared at them, transfixed, barely aware of anything that was happening around me. I wasn't sure that my body would be able to cope with the onslaught of emotion attacking my core. Anger, Hatred, Confusion, Longing, Determination, Hurt, Despair, Awe, and Love, earth shattering, raw, and what had proved to be -eternal- love. I was sure Jasper was having a field day. I felt ready to combust, as I sat there choking back tears. I had never been more grateful that a vampire could not read my thoughts, although it may save me from explaining. I didn't think I could speak, but if I didn't pull myself together, quickly, people would start to notice that there was something wrong with the new girl. I would do this, before I lost my nerve, before I lost my everything, anything, and I got sucked down, down, down, by the blackness. I was determined, I could do this. I opened my mouth, and whispered, under my breath.

E POV

Edward Cullen.

Reflex reaction. I turned to the sound of my name being called, though it wasn't being called, just thought. My eyes locked for a small portion of a second with a pair of wide, chocolate- brown human eyes set in a pale, heart-shaped face. I knew the face, though I'd never seen it myself before this moment. It looked almost too familiar. It had been foremost in every human head today. The new student, Isabella Swan. Daughter of the town's chief of police, brought to live here by some new custody situation. Bella. I loved the way that collection of syllables sounded. Bella.

Out of the blue, Jasper's face contorted into the most pained expression I had ever seen. He tried to speak but spluttered instead and his eyes bulged, as he struggled to control the projected emotions. He doubled over, almost unable to handle them. If he didn't get a grip soon, his emotions would affect us all. I decided to step in.

"Jessica Stanley is giving the new Swan girl all the dirty laundry on the Cullen clan, " I murmured to Emmett as a distraction. He chuckled under his breath. I hope she's making it good, he thought. "Rather unimaginative, actually. Just the barest hint of scandal. Not an ounce of horror. I'm a little disappointed. " And the new girl? Is she disappointed in the gossip as well? "I don't know," I replied quietly, "I've never been able to hear her." The family turned to me in shock. "When have you ever met her?" Alice demanded. " I haven't," I responded quickly, just as confused as the rest of them. " I don't know why I said that." I was distracted, so distracted in fact, that I barely noticed a small voice amongst the other voices. My family around in horror, as the new girl spoke. "Alice Cullen. I know you can hear me."

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