Hey there! Chapter 2 is finally here! I found my USB luckly enough! Hope you enjoy it!

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A girl, she looked around 17, 18 was standing in my kitchen making herself a jam sandwich. She turned suddenly, thumb in mouth as she licked the excess strawberry jam off her fingers. She looked startled for a minute but recovered quickly.

"About time" she sighed, one hand on her hip. She was slim, or should I say skinny, her porcelain skin almost looked transparent in the light coming through the kitchen window. Her hair was long, almost at her waist and a deep mahogany and however ordinary she looked there was something special about her, there was something in her crystal blue eyes that was trying to tell me that she was more than she appeared.

It took me a few seconds to realise that she was talking to me "You umm…can put the umbrella down now?" she raised her eyebrows and nodded to the golfing umbrella I was still wielding, raised above my head in a supposedly threatening way. I relaxed my arm and set the rod against the kitchen table "I've been waiting for ages! I had no idea what time it was here when I came through the hatch. Your clock's wrong." She tapped the plastic screen of the microwave clock.

"Uh yeah, it's been broken for years. Who are you? And how did you get in? Hatch? What hatch? I've never seen you before and here you are standing in my kitchen, proud as punch making sandwiches! You took ingredients from my fridge and made yourself a snack! That's stealing, this is my house! My sandwiches!" I took a sharp breath; I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing.

"I made one for you too" she smiled, setting my sandwich on the table. Raspberry jam and butter, with the crusts cut off. My favourite.

"How…how did you know that-?"

"That it's your favourite? I know quite a lot about you Roisin Taylor" She smiled before taking a large bite out of her sandwich "sit dwown. Ahv goh a loh oo ell yoo"

"Excuse me?"

She swallowed her mouthful "Sorry. Please sit, there's a lot we need to get through."

I hesitated, but managed to shuffle myself into the nearest chair and sat rigidly on the edge of my seat. I still didn't know why I hadn't phoned the police yet, why I seemed to be humouring this strange girl. Perhaps she is trying to lure me into a false sense of security before chopping off my bits and feeding them to her cat. I scanned the floor searching for a small furry creature or a kitty basket.

"Relax, I don't own a cat" she giggled to herself.

"RIGHT! That's enough! I demand to know who you are, what you're doing here and how you know so much about me!" I gasped inwardly; I've never been so outspoken before.

She placed her hands on the table "ok, just sit down and I'll explain everything, I promise."

I hadn't realised I had jumped out of my seat, unfortunately knocking my sandwich off the plate as I did so, I was starting to feel gurgling emptiness inside but I would just have to cope. I sat once more.

"Right. We'll start with the basics shall we? My name is Bella Swan; I think I come from a parallel universe or something because about a month ago I was just fishing around in the attic for some old videos, my mother wanted to show some to Phil's family, you know, of family holidays, me growing up etc. and I moved a couple of boxes and low and behold there was a little doorway, so natural curiosity took over and I opened it-"

"Wait, wait, stop! Are you trying to tell me that you are Bella Swan?"

"Yes" She beamed at me.

I cleared my throat, "Twilight's Bella Swan?"

She pursed her lips together and glared at the floor "Yes."

"Do I hear a tone of resentment?"

"Perhaps…" Bella took a deep breath "When I went through the door I found your bedroom, didn't know that at the time but I took a look around, turned on your TV to find your regional news channel, I was in Houston! Needless to say I was shocked, how could I have jumped from Phoenix to Houston? I mean that's a good 1800 miles! Anyway… I noticed all of your posters and your duvet and when I picked up your Twilight book my name was on the back so…I stole it…sorry."

"Uh, you're forgiven, now please get to the point, how do you know my name? Or my favourite sandwich or my disliking for cats?"

"Well… after I read…that book… I found your diary and I read it…yet again…sorry. I couldn't really believe what was happening especially all those things about moving to Forks with Charlie and meeting a vampire and falling in love with him! No…too much risk, especially for my parents…I couldn't bear reading about that thing breaking into my house and pretending my mother was in jeopardy. No. It's not right. But last week Phil and mum sat me down and told me Phil was going travelling again trying to find a permanent team to play with. Naturally I saw where it was going, I can't go to Forks Roisin; I can't risk it."

"But…it's Edward and Bella, the greatest modern love story ever told! Ok bar Noah and Ally from the Notebook…they're pretty perfect but still-"

"No Roisin. It's not to be. You have to go in my place."

My breath caught in the back of my throat causing me to choke and cough "W-what???"

"We'll swap."

"Swap? Are you kidding me? No it's not happening!"

Bella's eyes began to fill with tears "Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

I felt my will slipping: Edward Cullen! "It's not going to work, my parents are mega strict."

"I've sorted that. Will you at least come through the hatch with me, just once?"

I was fairly curious about this hatch; I had never noticed a hatch in my bedroom before. "Ok" I sighed.

We climbed the stairs to my room; I had the attic bedroom to make room for my dad's office and our bathroom extension, it was cut off from the rest of the house but I liked that, it gave me privacy. We pushed open the door, my usual morning rush clutter lay about the floor, my pyjamas strewed across my bed, school books in a pile in the corner. Everywhere you looked there was twilight propaganda, posters, my bedspread, mugs, stickers; even my slippers were twilight slippers.

I began to pick up a few things, trying my best to make it look presentable while Bella fumbled around at the far wall, she peeled back one of my Edward posters uncovering a crack that followed the length of the poster, Bella dug her fingernails into the crack and pulled, revealing a passageway into a dark room with lots of boxes; Bella's attic.

"Go on" she said "I'll follow you" She handed me a torch and bent down, cupping her hands to help give me a boost, I clambered into the hole and turned back to help Bella in but she just waved at me and quickly slammed the hatch shut.

"Bella! Bella!" I shouted "This isn't funny!" I pushed at the wall, my fingers tracing the plaster for the crack. It wasn't there.

I heard a faint giggle "Bye Roisin! Thank you so much for this!"

"Bella! Belllaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"