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Bella's POV

29th July 2008

Dear diary,

I had no idea who this Edward Cullen is, and I hope he didn't hurt you. Screw him for wasting two pages. I mean who in the world writes TWO freaking pages in other people's diary? I didn't even bother to read…

Anyway, I almost let slipped about my past in the morning. I thought Alice (who was waking me up), was my maid, so I threatened to fire her. Thankfully, she accepted my reasoning – Bella mixes up reality and dream in the morning at times.

Once she realized that my wardrobe has *cough* her so called "grandma lingerie", no heels, dress or skirts, she started lecturing me. Now, I had to go shopping with her.

Deep down in my heart, I LOVE shopping, and I even have a personal shopping assistant to shop with me. But, now, being the "poor" Bella, I can't simply go around swiping credit cards.

In other words, stepping into the shopping mall, without being found out about the amount of money I have, is impossible. Should I just tell them about my family? Maybe not every single detail, but perhaps just tell them about the money and stuffs? I do trust them, don't I?

Sometimes, I feel tired pretending to be someone I am not, but I had to, for my own sake. If not, would I get a real BFF?

Anyway, I had all classes with each of the Fantastic Four, except for Biology. But I did manage to make new friends during Biology. Her name is Angela Weber, she's a real sweetie. She has a boyfriend too! Ben…

When will I ever get a partner? Seeing all my friends being lovey-dovey with each other, I can't help but feel jealous at times. Diary, I'm not desperate to get into a relationship, but I want to at least, have a real relationship, before getting married with the man my father arranged with his mafia friend.

Okay, I think it's late. And hah, I finish writing in just a page! =]

Till then,

Isabella Swan

"Bella, why is it so hard to wake you up in the morning?"

I rubbed my eyes. "I have no idea. I've been like this since I was little. I think I got it from my mum."

I yawned and quickly got ready before Alice, who looked super hyper, shouts at me.

After a quick breakfast at the cafeteria, I followed them to the car park.

"Girls, why are we here? Aren't we taking a cab?"

"Silly Bella, we have our own cars." Rosalie laughed.

She stuck her keys into a red Convertible. I gasped. BMW.

"Don't just stand there, get in, Bella. We're running out of time." Alice said.

I rolled my eyes. Usually, I am the one who say those words, but it seems that, I couldn't show how much of a shopaholic I am.

Once we were in the mall, my heart skipped a beat.

My mind was screaming, "Baby, I'm home!"

What if I showed my true colors accidentally?

What if they find out I'm actually not what I am?

Alice dragged my hand. "Come on, Bella. Let's get going."

I looked at the stores, the new clothes, the new shoes…

Oh my… This was driving me nuts, I shouldn't have said yes when Alice bugged me.

It's practically the worst decision I've ever made.

"Bella, try these on." Alice piled up some skirts and baby tees in my arms.

I got into the fitting room, and examined every piece of clothing she chose.

Damn, she's good.

Another voice shouted in my head. Like duh, look at what she wears every single day.

When I was done, I told Alice I was going to pay.

She looked at me sternly, "Nope."

I wanted to argue with her, but the look she and Rosalie were having… Well, let's just say, even the mafia princess didn't dare to go against them.

I walked out of the store and was immediately attracted by the store opposite.

Walking in, I looked through their collection.

I was screaming internally.

Alice and Rosalie came and joined me.

Alice nudged me, "Not bad, you're got quite a taste though."

I beamed at her. Girl, you don't know what I do during my free time yet… I fly to London, Paris just to shop for one day...

I looked at the price and took out my wallet.

Damn not enough cash.

Though there were credit cards in my wallet, I ignored them.

I continued looking around the store, my credit cards constantly shouting at me, "Why aren't you using me?"

"You know you want it."

The dresses were sobbing, "Why don't you want me?"

I couldn't take it anymore and walked towards Alice, who was trying on a bright yellow tube dress, with black belt.

I whistled. "Cute."

"Really?" She bounced up and down.

"Yeah… Anyway, can we-"

I was interrupted by Rose who came out of the fitting room in a sapphire blue V necked dress that showed some of her cleavage.

"Wow…" was all I could muster.

Rosalie was indeed beautiful.

"Bella, once I get out of this dress, I'm taking you to the nails salon."

I was bubbling in the inside. It's time to give your nails a little treatment. Look at them, they're constantly being chewed. Yucks.

"Great. This time, I'm paying." I grinned and got out of the shop before it was too much, and I decided to swipe my credit card.

(a week later)

Shit, what's the date today?

I turned back to the previous page, and looked at the date.

Ah…

I started scribbling down,

6th Aug

Wait a minute…

I went back to the previous page, where the last date was written. This hand writing seemed so familiar.

I gasped when I saw the date.

5th August 2009

Oh God, not again!

I almost choked on my chewing gum when I saw the signature, Edward Masen Cullen.

What the fuck is going on?!?!

I decided to read the two pages long essay he wrote.

5th August 2009

Dear diary, and the owner of this diary in the year of 2008,

Before you faint or let out a string of profanities again, I'd like to tell you, I've been observing this diary for a week. At first, I was so shocked when I saw your entry for the 29th of July, 2008. That time, I stopped myself from writing, and brought the book along with me wherever I went.

Even when I was sleeping, I had it under my pillow so I could know whether someone's playing prank on me or not. True enough, the diary just updated itself every single day. It sounds eerie, doesn't it? But it is real, and it's happening to both of us, for what reasons, I have no idea.

I believe we are from two different years/dimensions, yours is 2008, while mine is 2009. I hope I don't sound too creepy, but can we be friends? Don't you think it's sort of like destiny that both of us get the chance to communicate in this manner? I doubt scientists can even explain what's happening between these two diaries.

So I shall start first.

My name is Edward Masen Cullen. I'm 17, born in England, but staying in New York City currently. I love playing the piano and swimming.

I find out there's one thing that is common between the both of us, that is, we have arranged marriage. My biological father arranged a marriage between me and his friend's daughter right before he and mum passed away. That's why I had two surnames, Masen is my real one, while Cullen is the surname of my adoptive parents.

Till now, I have yet to meet her. But none of us know about the details of this friend of my biological father, because the lawyer said, we can only know, once I reach the age of 18, which is next year. So, wish my luck!

Anyway, tell Alice that there's nothing wrong with grandma's lingerie. Haha…

I hope that you will defend yourself whenever you get verbal attacked by the 'bitches'. You give me an impression that you are one who's brave and strong. Don't you think it's about time that you stand up for yourself? Being labeled as a slut, just because you were found riding with your brother (in his Aston Martini), isn't tolerable.

You should've told them that he's your brother. Anyway, it's just my own thoughts.

I'm looking forward to your reply. It's really nice to meet you.

Till then,

Edward Masen Cullen

What the hell just happened?

Did that just happened?

Did I just read those two pages?

Holy crap…

Is he bull shitting me?

I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

(A week later)

I wonder if he would still write to me, to convince me that he is indeed from the future.

Two days ago, I was already convinced, but I just wanted to see if he really cared about my response so much.

With a thumping heart, I opened the leather diary.

I beamed and my face turned beet red when I read the new page,

12th August 2009

Dear Isabella,

Are you still there? I'm really from the future, and this isn't any pranks! I really, really hope you will just give me a reply. Either ignore me, and think that I'm invincible and continue writing in your diary, or accept the fact that Edward Masen Cullen does exist.

Bye!

Signed,

Edward Masen Cullen

I decided, it's time to befriend this guy from the future. Who knows? Perhaps he would be my new BFF?

13th August 2009

Dear Edward,

Firstly, call me Bella, not Isabella. I can't believe that I didn't mention it to my diary.

( to be continued)

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