I felt shaky and cold all over. What had I gotten myself into? I blinked, and looked down, realizing I was still clutching the pocket watch. That watch. This was all it's fault! Well, partially. The old dude had some part in this too.

I slowly unclenched my fist, and stared at the watch, eyes wide. It was closed now, and innocent as could be. What was this, anyways? Had I somehow traveled through... time?

I blinked again. Impossible!

"This is hilarious," I laughed to myself, looking around and biting my lip. "Alright, where are the cameras? This is an awesome joke, guys." But part of me knew I was just fooling myself.

Somehow, this was really happening.

I realized something suddenly. The watch! Somehow, it got me here. Just be being opened. Maybe it would take me back if I opened it again!

Feeling delighted and rather brilliant, I glanced around, before chuckling and lifting the watch up high, squeezing my eyes shut expectantly. Slowly, I pried off the top, and it clicked open. I tensed, waiting for the ticking, the popping, the shouts.

I waited.

Nothing.

I blinked my eyes open, and stared incredulously at the watch. Was this really happening? Oh, god. Why is it always the Cullen family?

Frantically, I began to open the shut the watch. I clicked open and shut, open and shut, over and over. Nothing. Every time! I let out an angry growl as I snapped it shut.

A couple walked past me, and I desperately lunged towards them. I knew I probably looked like a crazy person, but I felt like a crazy person. A world can only hold so many mysteries before it explodes. Time travel? That was just too much.

"It won't take me back!" I cried, open and shutting the watch madly.

They froze, and blinked at me. Slowly, they inched away.

"Help me!" I called after them. "I'm stuck in- in-" I stopped. Where was I stuck, anyways? Apparently, the watch was dead of whatever power it had held just moments ago in the antique shop, and it was no help. So I guess, for the moment, I had to keep my cool. If I acted too crazy, they'd notice. Clearing my throat, I glanced around, and stuffed the watch in my pocket, hoping all this sudden action wasn't taking its toll on my features.

As I strode into the room, heads turned, and I suddenly cringed. Crap! What was I supposed to tell them? I was a kid who randomly appeared in their High School. Smart, Nessie, I inwardly grumbled.

My eyes traveled over the busy, noisy cafeteria. My eyes suddenly stopped on a certain table towards the windows. A feeling of shock trickled over me as I named each and every person- or rather, vampire- sitting at that table.

There was Uncle Emmett, looking boyishly handsome as ever. At his arm was Aunt Rose, dangerously beautiful, her sharp, cat-like eyes not missing a thing as they scoped the cafeteria. Sitting next to her was a small, pretty girl with dark, crazy hair that fit her personality: Aunt Alice. By her was Uncle Jasper, his mess of blond hair somehow less tame than I remember. And then, sitting a little ways off from Jasper, sat the face I'd known for years.

Edward Cullen.

His feathered mess of bronze-colored hair looked a little more rumpled than I was used to. His pale skin and smooth, beautiful features weren't even squished by the terrible lighting of the room. I gulped as I stared at my father. But was he my father in this version of the world?

A terrible thought suddenly coursed across my mind like fire.

Am I born yet?

The answer hung like tangled marionettes before me, and I swallowed hard, wishing I could deny it logically. And yet it made sense. Then again, none of this made sense.

All of the eyes of my family- the Cullens- turned towards me as everyone else began to whisper and glance down at their hands, sneaking glances at me as I struggled past. I felt terribly graceless and out of place in this place, and wished I understood what was going on.

As Dad- Edward- turned to look at me, something flashed in his eyes. I felt uneasy and sick suddenly, because he looked almost mad.
Perfect.

I felt another pair of eyes on me, and slowly, I turned my head, and my eyes locked with those of my mother... Bella Swan. Our brown eyes matched like reflections in a mirror, and I knew she recognized my curly hair as somehow familiar. Of course she did- I'd gotten it from my grandfather, her dad. Charlie Swan.

But she didn't know that.

Weakly, I smiled at her, getting that weird sense of deja vu as I stared at her. Would, somehow in her young mind, she recognize me? Realize I'm her blood? Know that I am her daughter?

As she looked away quickly, her hair falling like a sheet over her pale face, I glanced between the two tables: the one full of beautiful vampires, and the one full of teenagers and my mom; and something dawned on me. A feeling of dread hit me as I realized exactly what day it was.

They'd told me the story hundreds of times. I could have recited it like it was a passage from a book. The first day my parents met, they'd both been at Forks High School. My mom, a new, awkward student; and my dad, a mysterious, angry vampire.

Oh, no.

I was in the past on that very day.

"Hey, there. Wanna come sit with us?" came a perky voice. I slowly looked over, and saw a girl with curly dark hair and a sharp expression. I knew her. She used to be a friend of the family.

Jessica. Jessica something. Something like a friend to my mom in High School.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, proud of my relaxed, cool voice. I hadn't lost everything yet. As I stepped towards the lunch-table, stinking like pizza, acne lotion, and something else I couldn't place, I felt everyone staring at me, entranced.

Perfect.

As I finally sat down, I found myself sandwiched between Jessica and a baby-faced guy with spiked, blond hair. Mom- Bella- sat on the opposite bench, between the guy who'd called himself Eric and a girl with soft facial features.

"Who are you?" Jessica asked brightly.

"Yeah, I haven't seen you before," Eric put in, staring intensely at me. I blinked, hoping he wasn't getting interested after two seconds of sitting down.

"Uhm." I stalled. Okay, let me think for a moment. I was in the past, on the very day when my parents first meet. I had gotten here by some odd means, and had no clear way of getting back. I was technically not supposed to be alive yet. And I had no idea how long I'd be stuck here. So it was pretty clear I couldn't go by my real name. It's stupid to mess with delicate stuff like that. So in the five silent seconds I had to invent a new name, my mind (already under pressure by all the sudden change of events) sorta collapsed. And I blurted the first thing that came to my mind.

"Bird!"

They stared at me. Curse you, old creepy guy from that shop. Clearly he was still lingering in the back of my head.

"Your name's Bird?" the one girl asked in a soft voice.

"Uh, that's my last name. My first name is Abigail. Abigail Bird."

They began nodded, and I breathed out in relief. Abigail. Where had that come from? Oh, well. It worked for now.

"Well, are you a new student or something? None of the teachers have said anything about new students except for Bella here," the blond guy next to me said, nudging Bella amiably. Too amiably. I resisted the urge to growl at him. Paws off her, baby boy. She's married to my dad. Taken. Ta-ken!

"Oh, really?" I tried to act puzzled at this fact. This was sure calling for a lot of brain juice, something I was lacking at the moment. "Well, I guess they just forgot. You know how weird some of those old teachers get."

"Yeah," Jessica agreed, clearly trying to stay in the conversation.

"Well, I'm Mike," the blond guy said suddenly, smiling at me. "And that's Angela," he added, pointed to the quiet girl, "Eric, Jessica, and-"

"Bella Swan," I finished for him. I cringed. Crap. I was really bad at this time travel stuff.

"You know me already?" she asked, surprised. I gazed at her. She looked a little younger than I was used to back in- well, my time. Her long, brown hair was a little longer, and her face softer, less beautiful and graceful. It clearly lacked any pretty qualities, and this was surprising. I wasn't used to pre-vampire Mom.

Everyone looked at me, waiting for an answer. Eric unknowingly saved me as he said, "Well, hey, everyone knows you, Bella. Your dad's Chief Swan, you know. He makes his family pretty famous."

Everyone laughed slightly, and I forced myself to join in. "Oh, yeah. Exactly."

There came a sudden musical voice from the head of the table that made everyone but me jump.

"Can I steal you away for a moment?"

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