What would you do if you got sucked inside your favorite book? What if it's Twilight? Life imitates art imitates life couldn't be a more fitting line! The story starts off with a regular girl from Southern California, only to suddenly find herself immersed in Stephenie Meyer's book "Twilight".

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SPOILER WARNING:In all of my chapters from here on out, I may have spoilers from all the books(!!), including the unedited draft of Midnight Sun. So basically, just thought I'd give you guys a heads up!

Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is Stephenie Meyer's. Case closed!

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Preview: GAH! That author and those fanfiction authors have no idea just how chocolate my chocolate brown eyes are!

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Chapter 2: The Assessment ("Bella" 's POV)

Right, so here I am seated in an uncomfortable lab stool. As of the moment, approximately 23 minutes after the hour 1 o'clock in the afternoon, I have been seated with my chin tucked down my shirt collar so as to hide my neck(!!) (I look like I'm freezing), shoulders raised as if trying to recoil and compact myself into a ball, and my arms crossed on my chest - desperately trying to imitate a statue. And a fish. Why a fish? Well, from what I can recall, I really shouldn't be breathing out right now. Or very much of it at least, so I'm trying to uh, not waste precious oxygen.

Oh Michael Phelps, why aren't we related?! Your lung capacity would be so helpful right now… sob. And I look like an idiot right now… more sob. Beside Edward Cullen… even more sob.

I arrived inside this Biology laboratory with a rather heightened need to preserve my life. Yes, ladies and gents, the reason being is that I know for a fact that the God-like being seated to my left is... dun dun dun, trying the very best he can so as not to jump me (and not in the way any sane normal teenage girl would love happening from this gorgeous being, too). I prefer to not lose an ounce of my blood, thanks.

Okay… now what do I do? I had already calmed down at minute 15, a mere 10 minutes after I broke the quasi-staring contest with Mr. Cullen here, then I continued to assess the situation at hand. Stuck inside a book. Sitting beside a blood lust driven vampire. In this pose. Great, only Bella's luck would be able to pull off something like this! I rolled my eyes.

With my chin still tucked in my shirt collar, I decided to dare to look at my lab partner a tiny, tiny bit. I turned to my left by a fraction of an inch. Much to my horror, he turned to look at me at the exact same time. "Oh great, even though I know he's drawn to just my blood right now, I choose to act and look like a freak," I thought. His eyes were still sewn with anger, though I know it's not directed to me. Man, I feel kind of bad for him right now.

Ah, I wanna give him a pat on the back! Wait, not a good idea. Stupid brain. What if he can't control himself at the mere touch?! Not good!!

Slowly and nonchalantly, I looked away, trying to seem as if earlier I was looking past him and out the window, at something much, much more interesting (yeah right, as if there's anything/anyone more interesting than getting sucked into a book and STARING at the Edward Cullen himself insert snort here). I wish he bought that.

The ring of the bell couldn't have arrived sooner. Sure, I'm an obsessed Edward fan girl, but if you could have seen the look on his face, you really would be scared. As far as I've read, I don't really want to try fate by talking to the vampire who at this very moment is still controlling his blood lust for my yummy yummy blood. At least not yet. Wait, why am I already accepting the fact that I am in fact in Isabella Swan's body? Ughhh… too freaky. Must go to ladies' room to check later. Mental note made.

Edward stood up from his stool and put his textbook back in his bag, trying not to look like he was in too much of a hurry. Oh he was in a hurry all right! I wondered how he masked his haste rather well. "Maybe it's another kind of vampire power," I wondered as I chuckled to myself.

When he zipped up his bag, the sound it made startled me and made me look in his direction. After that, I kind of slipped and stared at his fluid motions: of him putting his cell phone in his jean pocket while running a hand through his tousled bronze hair. I stared for a bit longer than necessary, and unfortunately, he caught me looking. He stood up, walked to the edge of the table rather stiffly, right arm swung in unison with his right foot's step (it looked silly haha). It made me chuckle, and then a smile found its way on my lips.

What can I say? The way the guy moves is smoother than a baby's bum. Can't help but appreciate it by staring. Then again, I don't want to hyperventilate again…

Before he managed to flee, he gave me one last glance before heading out, just after picking up his backpack on the table. He didn't do this in that book, did he? Weird… Mental note. I still had the smile on my face, and the way he tried to decipher my slight chuckle at his walking, what with his shocked-confused-angry expression on his face, made me smile all the more. Oops, so much for not freaking him out. He opened his mouth as if to comment, but decided against it and turned around, not breathing. Oh his eyes were like daggers stabbing me all right. Sparkly daggers though!

Edward all but flew out of the classroom, as he zoomed past Mike Newton at the doorway (crap, is he waiting for me?! groan). Though if Edward could inconspicuously fly, he would today. I shook my head lightly, whilst gathering my belongings and shoving them in my backpack.

I made my way out of the stuffy biology laboratory into the high school corridors… or at least tried to. Being a Bella Swan isn't fun, and so I would prefer not to have the same reactions as her. Thankfully, I'm a strong willed individual, far from Bella. Mike Newton, the original Fig Newton, hopped in front of me as if to stop me in my tracks. Hah, as if. "Hi, Mike, right?" I told him in a somewhat icy tone. He flinched at the sound, and then I kind of felt bad. Ugh! Stupid conscience isn't going to help me get home!

"Yeah, hi again, Bella! Umm…" Mike stumbled upon his words somewhat. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He then smiled weakly. "All right, see you," I tried to redeem myself from my icy reaction to him earlier by smiling truthfully, he then turned around and walked away. Honestly, I don't know how that turned out because…

1) I am still zoning out,

2) I'm in the wrong world it seems, and

3) I was just seated beside Edward Cullen, in all his glory - so whatever expression I have on my face right now must be distorted somehow.

Holyyy crap… I then decided that it was time to do it. And by it, I mean look at "myself" in the mirror. What to do, what to do? I gulped…

I walked through the somewhat still crowded hallway of Forks High School locating the nearest ladies' rest room. Luckily, I found it a locker set away just adjacent to the biology laboratory's door. As I went inside, I felt as if I had suddenly gotten butterflies in my stomach… ah yes, who wouldn't be nervous to see themselves for the very first time ever? again, insert snort here I'm just pretty amazed that I still haven't gotten a full blown panic attack yet!

Mirror mirror on the bathroom wall, who is that staring back at me after all?

Wah, not again! I groaned internally. Holy flying fart in the farthest depths of OUTER space… why? Why? WHY? My hair, definitely not ebony anymore, was now a silky smooth, wavy dark brown that went past my shoulders. My eyes? Oh. GAH! That author and those fanfiction authors have no idea just how chocolate my chocolate brown eyes are! And as for my skin… my complexion was, well, really like snow white's - where did my olive complexion go? I miss it. Next… hmm, I was still around the same height range, so I guess that I'm still fine with - no getting used to required. I really should stop saying "my".

Slowly, I walked out the bathroom, not paying much attention to where I was going. I was pretty dazed at my own assessment for my "own" body. Sigh, I'm really pretty. I blinked.

Oh, wait. Not me me, but Bella me. Things are starting to get confusing!

Unknowingly, I started a conversation with myself; I thought it would be all right seeing as though the halls were practically deserted by now. "Okay, so… I'm Isabella Marie Swan. Check!" I started off with, doing a check motion with my index finger. "Two, I'm not so Asian anymore. Check."

As I continued to walk while conversing with myself, I had the feeling my sense of "balance" was totally out of whack - ready to give in at any given time. Wanting to hurry to the confines of the oh-so-familiar red truck that "Bella" owns (without any tripping-and-breaking-of-any-appendages incidents), I turned the last corner that led out to the student parking lot. Cold air practically slapped me in the face, continued by a light drizzle of rain.

"I'm in Forks, Washington, and not Pasadena, California - check…." Crap, I HATE rain. I looked up at the gloomy dark sky, and continuing my conversation with myself, "Bella was NOT kidding… this place reeks of wet stuff. Green wet stuff. Dammit, why is she so klutzy, too?!" I groaned internally yet again, as I tried to walk down the now almost wet concrete without falling and hitting my head thereby getting a concussion.

Sure, this sounds easy… but try this while trying to desperately cover your head with your hoodie that just doesn't want to stay in place!

I didn't want to get drenched since the drizzle was starting to become a downpour, so I started to run for it… despite the lack of coordination I knew this body had. As fate would have it no other way for "Bella", I found myself falling just as I was thinking "please don't make me trip, please don't make me trip, please don-"… hiii, concrete floor! Nice to meet you! But before I could meet the floor, someone caught me by my shirt's left sleeve.

OH CRAP NOT HIM, RIGHT? NOOO, NOT YET!!

I was so scared that it was Edward, and that now I was risking being devoured by him more. Stupid blood lust! "Stupid Bella!" I groaned out loud, as if relieving myself after that fear of falling.

Thank you God, Buddha, Allah - as I turned to my savior, I wasn't expecting the face I saw. Oh yes, the arm that held me by my sleeve was strong. Strong enough to hold me with just one hand, but in this case… I was dumbfounded for some reason.

Another hand that seemed to glitter with the faintest of lights, donning fingernails with a bright orange nail polish coated on to each immaculately, was holding on to me. Alice Cullen. "Oh… um…" I was embarrassed from the near-face-scraping experience that I had been saved from, so I involuntarily blushed. "Thank you, Alice."

Slip up. Crap. How would I know her name, much more recognize her, without having talked to her yet? Crap, crap, crap! Poo!! This is what I get from reading too much fanfiction!! Understanding had swept across her face - only to be followed by a short, if you weren't observant you'd miss it, look of confusion - THEN a smirk.

"No problem, Isabella. See you tomorrow!" She retorted back to her happy go bouncy self, leaving me with a couple of dreadful thoughts: I just hope she didn't hear me referring to myself in third person… and just how do I go "home"?!

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Author's notes:

Hahahahahahha, oh my God, you guys have NO idea how much EPIIIICCC fun I'm having right now!!