Steph's POV

Steph mumbled incoherently as she tossed and turned in what felt like a semi-comfortable foam bed. What had happened to her? Where was she?

"Good morning miss Meyer." An unfamiliar voice sang to her. Steph opened her eyes slowly; glad to see that the light directly above her head was dim.

"Where am I?" She mumbled quietly as she shuffled in the bed; her body felt slightly heavy.

"The school infirmary." The woman replied.

"I don't know what any of those words mean." Steph told her seriously; the nurse's laughter filled the room.

"I mean you're in the nurse's office." She replied; why hadn't she said that in the first place?

"What happened?" Steph asked her, not really remembering anything.

"Well, I don't know the full story but three students brought you in here. They said you just fainted on them while you were talking… you hit your head." She replied softly. That's when the events of her first day of school came flooding back. She had met them, three of them. The boys from her dreams. Steph sat up in her seat slowly, awaiting the dizziness that never came. She looked up at the cock facing her on the opposite wall.

Two-thirty. She had missed her whole first day of school. Great. Steph groaned as she started to get up, only to be stopped by the nurse.

"No, no, young lady. You can't go anywhere. Your mother is on her way to pick you up." She told Steph as she ushered her back into her previous position.

"This is just great." Steph muttered causing the nurse to chuckle.

….

"Are you sure, you're okay Steph?" Mom asked as she grabbed her handbag and keys; she was on her way to the grocery store. Steph wondered why she didn't do that while she was at school.

"Mom. For the millionth time, I'm fine." She reassured her, truth be told Steph was feeling fine which surprised even herself. She shuffled on the couch and placed my hot chocolate on the coffee table.

"Okay well, your father will be home soon. See you later Steph." She answered as she left; something was up and Steph could tell. Why such a lengthy goodbye? After all, she was only going to the store. As soon as her mother left, Steph made her way up to her bedroom and sat cross legged on her bed, staring at the books on her shelf with narrowed eyes as if she was waiting for them to stare back. She struggled to believe that it was all real. The werewolves, the vampires, was I possible that they all existed? She scolded herself for sounding like Bella. Bella.

Steph jumped up from her bed in shock and began to pace frantically. Where would Bella be now? Was she still wallowing in her own self-pit or was she just recovering?

Truth be told, she was never very fond of Bella; the way she treated Jacob grated at Steph to no end but you know what they say, a book writes itself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud hum of a motorcycle approaching her house; somehow Steph knew, just from hearing it, that it was around fifty meters away. Since when had she been able to calculate distance, using only her ears? She listened intently as the heavy footsteps of Jamal entered the house and automatically steered towards the kitchen where he made what she expected was a cheese and onion sandwich. Steph wondered where her father had gone; since they arrived in La Push, he had been leaving and returning at odd hours and it was becoming noticeable.

"Are you gonna come downstairs or are you just gonna stand there and listen to me eat all night?" Dad shouted; his voice bouncing off the walls. How would he know what she was doing? Steph trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen gingerly.

"How was your first day of school?"

"It was cool." Steph answered as she grabbed a bite of one of his unsuspecting cheese sandwiches. He scowled playfully at her.

"Did you make any friends?" He asked hopefully as he pulled a plate from the table behind him and placed it in front of her. There were four sandwiches on this plate.

"Dad, you made me four? I can't eat all of these." Steph tried, avoiding the mouth-watering food.

"Trust me, you'll eat them." He mumbled as he took another bite of his; Seth wandered what he meant by that but ignored him anyway.

"So, did you make any friends or not?" Dad asked with his mouth full; she laughed at his goofiness.

"Actually, no. I totally forgot." She told him, in a way it was partly true. You can't exactly make friend while you're passed out in the infirmary; his brows furrowed.

"What do you mean 'forgot'?" Jamal asked her; he looked unhappy. Steph shrugged him off, trying to make it seem like it didn't bother her; she knew that no parent wanted to hear that their child was a 'no-friends loser' as she so finely put it.

"Nothing particular. Its just that I had other things on my mind is all." I told him, keeping my voice as calm as possible. I didn't want to tell dad about the fainting incident, he would probably march down to school and demand to know why there wasn't someone there to catch me when I fell. Mom would probably tell him later anyway.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked as he drank some of his cherry kool aid. She did, she really wanted to talk about it, nut how? 'Hey dad, you know those stories I've been writing? Yeah, they're not stories… they're real… yyyaaaayyy!' Somehow, Steph didn't see that going too well.

".. No." She muttered. The reality of the situation had just hit her; she couldn't tell anyone, not even her dad. It had to be her secret, now until forever. Telling someone could potentially ruin everything… or fix it.

"Oh… well ok. Oh by the way, we're going out tomorrow night..." Dad said as he walked to the kitchen with his empty plate in hand. That was when Steph glanced down at her plate... empty as well. The strange thing was that she vaguely remembered eating it, and her stomach was nowhere near full.

"Where we going?" She asked as she joined him in the kitchen and sat down; trying to take her mind off of her bizarre eating habits.

"To a bonfire." He answered nonchalantly. She fell off my stool in shock but Jamal caught her before she hit the floor; how did he catch her so fast?

"Jesus Christ Steph. What are you doing?" He asked frantically as he stood her up again; I felt dizzy. She was still shocked; she was going to a bonfire! That would mean that the tribal councillors would be there. Billy, Quil, Harry; Steph wasn't sure that she was ready for that.

"Sorry dad… What time are we leaving?" She asked nonchalantly like she hadn't just nearly broken her head on the wooden floor.

"About five, when I get home from patr… work." He told her as he flopped on the couch and turned on their wide screen television.

Steph stared at the expensive piece of machinery in wonder, sometimes she wondered why they really moved back, after all her father had a great job before in San Francisco; he got paid a lot more than he does now and significantly more than they actually needed. Why would he give it all up? Her mind was cast back to a time when she had confronted him about it, he simply told her that 'it's not good to stay away from home for too long'; she found his phrasing strange.

Steph turned and walked upstairs back to her room; not feeling like watching TV at all. These days it didn't matter whether it was the middle of the day or the middle of the night, she would just sleep; feeling completely exhausted for one reason or the other. Stephanie quickly changed into her pyjamas and slid into bed; shuffling into her favourite position. She exhaled loudly and tried to relax, but she knew that if sleep did come, it wouldn't be her friend tonight.

Steph was uneasy, for she knew that whatever happened tomorrow would shape the future, for better or for worse. On that thought, she drifted off and just like always. On that thought, she drifted off and just like always, her dreams were plagued with the continuous lives of her characters.

"Jake! Stop!" Renesmee screamed through her laughter as she tried to get away from him.

"Not until you admit it." Jake replied as he tickled her faster. Renesmee clawed at the soft pink carpet on her bedroom floor but it was useless; his hold was too strong.

"Ok! Jake, you're the best 'best friend' ever!" Her breathing was ragged as he stopped tickling her.

"That's right!" Jake said, a smug grin on his face. Renesmee jumped onto her bed then threw on of her many pillows at his head

"Ow." Jake said dryly, causing her to giggle. They laughed together for a while until her bedroom door crept open slowly and she bounded under her thin duvet and pretended to sleep. Edward walked in and leaned in the doorway.

"I know you're awake Renesmee. It's time for bed so say goodbye to Jacob." Edward told her, she nodded her head and kissed Jacob on the cheek before lying back down tossing the sheet off of her so that he could tuck her in. Jacob chuckled and shook his head as we pulled the sheet up and tucked it under her chin.

"I love you Jakey." She whispered, sleep was taking over.

"Sure, sure." Jake replied as he left behind Edward.

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