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1st Main Tenent of David Lewis' Modal Realism: Possible worlds exist – they are just as real as our world

I'd forgotten how…tacky Forks High School looked like.

In the midst of the overabundant greenery that was Forks, the building's garish maroon bricks made the school a major eyesore. It was like staring at a bright red stain on a pristine white tablecloth until your eyes stung. It really just…stood out.

Or maybe it was just me. My insignificant human memories were rather vague, so to me, it was seeing FHS for the first time.

Why again had I agreed to do this?

I mean, I could be at home right now. I could be resting my head on Edward's lap, reading my Wuthering Heights novels, and watching little Renesmee grow. Relaxed. Calm. At peace. Living out forever as no one has ever done before.

Instead, I was in a different dimension that looked freakishly similar to my own, with no means of getting back where I came from.

And I had no stinking clue as to what to do next.

Was I supposed to go inside? I eyed the few cars in the lot speculatively. The sky was cloudy and thick with morning fog, so classes might not have started yet. It was cold, and there was no sign of life anywhere. The question was, should I go in as Bella and risk meeting the Bella of this world? Or should I impersonate some random person who would raise suspicion in a school small enough for everyone to know everyone else? Either way was bound to get me in trouble.

I cursed Destiny's horrid lack of instruction. Did she really think that I can pop in and out of these alternative universes and know exactly what I'm supposed to do to help?

I was disgusted with myself. Instead of choosing what was easy, I had to be a damned heroine in some cheesy novel and choose what was right. I could have said no to Destiny's crazy plan to 'save the worlds.' Why couldn't I be more like Catherine Earnshaw, the spoilt, selfish princess?

Sometimes it was a pain in the…behind to have a conscience.

Forks High School hovered in the corners of my vision, taunting me to go ahead with my foolhardy 'mission.' Going inside it even in my relatively newborn-vampire age was not a problem, despite the numerous humans lumbering about. Not only do I have unusual control at reining in my thirst for blood, I was actually allergic to the stuff.

And I found it out the hard way.

I remembered tasting human blood when I had Renesmee, and…wanted to try it again. For curiosity's sake. It was foolish, but I went along with my plan and snuck in to Carlisle's supply of blood and nicked one bag. No sooner had I taken a few sips when I barfed it all over Esme's lovely, white carpet.

Emmett couldn't stop laughing. Esme had such a disappointed look on her face that made me want to jump off a building in shame or, if not that, grovel on my knees until she forgave me. She was also an expert on using the 'Bambi eyes.' Luckily, Edward came to my rescue and bough Esme a new one. Carlisle was obviously interested in my unusual case and I had no doubt that he would use me as a guinea pig if I didn't beat off with a hasty exit.

From that misadventure, I learned that human blood was like the air fresheners we see dangling on cars' rearview mirrors: it might look good, and smell awfully better, but you certainly couldn't eat it.

Why couldn't I be normal for once?

"If you won't stop gaping there like an idiot, people are going to think that you're crazy."

I jumped, startled. I had an affinity to display humanlike reactions, something I might've brought with me to the 'afterlife.' I glanced down at the gizmo I hadn't realized that was still in my grasp. 'P. D. A.' as Destiny called it but…

"You talk."

"Well of course I do. Didn't the great 12th Handler of Fates tell you? Or do you have selective hearing as well as an inclination for imbecility?"

…She hadn't warned me that the P. D. A. had an attitude.

Narrowing my eyes at it, I said, "I don't remember asking for your opinion."

"All the same, I was merely offering my assistance. Or is there a law forbidding against kindness for the unfortunate?"

The unfortunate? I could feel my temper soaring to new, indefinite heights I haven't experienced before. Its pompous, mechanical voice was grating on my nerves

"There are two kinds of help, Podrean. First is the useful help, and second is the unwanted one. Yours was more of the latter and less of the former."

A pause. And then, "Podrean?"

"Shortcut for 'Positively, Dreadfully Annoying.' That's what P. D. A. stands for, isn't it?"

Ha! Take that!

"Now I know why they call you Bella." Podrean announced.

"Why?" I asked warily.

"Because your Intellectual Quotient is clearly Below Average. Bel-A."

"Why you -" There were no appropriate words to describe this-this abomination!

"Don't worry, I'm sure that there might be someone out there who is more positively, dreadfully, and annoyingly dumber than you."

I saw red. I was about to put the end to its miserable existence when –

"Bella?"

I gasped, and whirled around.

In all her 4'11" stature, cropped hair and ballerina-like grace stood Alice.

Not my Alice, I grimly reminded myself. She was the 'Alice' of this strange, strange world.

I quickly stuffed Podrean into my jeans pocket and looked at the arriving cars. Stepping out of a recognizable, shiny Volvo were 'Emmett,' 'Rosalie,' and 'Jasper.' They stared at me quizzically and I nodded my head at them.

It was weird staring at familiar faces of the people you know everything and nothing about.

I frowned. Where was 'Edward'?

I quickly returned my attention to the vampire who was watching me concernedly. Alice clearly knew 'Bella' and didn't think it odd that she was a vampire. My cover wasn't blown. Thank God for small miracles.

"Bella? I thought that you were in Alaska? I didn't see you arriving anytime soon."

I mentally scrambled for a reply. The Bella of this world was a vampire and was in Alaska? What was she doing there?

"Not anymore," I replied carefully. The less words the better.

Alice looked skeptically at me.

"You said that you were having problems with your control with him here," she whispered. "Are you sure that you want to go back to school?"

Control? Him? What-?

"What in the world are you wearing, Bella?" she complained. "That shirt is so wrong with those jeans. I knew that you were going to be a fashion disaster without my help. I love the backpack, though. Where did you get it?"

I smiled at the sudden sense of normalcy.

No matter what world I was in, some things never change.

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Chapter 3:

The Bella of this world was a vampire, belonged to the Cullen clan, a loner, and a mind-reader. She was also having problems controlling her bloodlust with a certain newcomer to Forks High School - the Chief of Police's son.

This was starting to sound familiar.