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I searched through Bella's closet for something to wear. As I ruffled through the clothes on the hangers, I stopped to stare at the door, implanted into the back of the closet, my portal home.

If only I had the key.

I stepped into the closet, pushing the clothes aside and gave the door a shove with all my might, but it didn't budge the slightest.

I sighed and reluctantly pulled on a pair of worn jeans and blue sweater belonging to Bella. We were roughly the same size, though I did have to roll up the hem of the sweater and the bottoms of the jeans.

I sadly trotted down the staircase into the kitchen to rummage around for breakfast. On the fridge I found a note Charlie had left me. It gave a brief description of the directions required to get to Fork High School.

I didn't feel like breakfast after all. Instead I found a set of car keys, lying on the kitchen table and made my way out to the vehicle.

I felt uneasy as I strapped myself to the seat of the red truck, knowing it was not mine. More so, I was nervous about driving, seeing as I would be doing so on the wrong side of the road. I didn't even have an American license! What if someone were to pull me over? Then again, Charlie played the boss in this town.

When I arrived I was most certainly at Forks High School, the school Stephenie Meyer thoroughly described in Twilight. It was beautiful, so green and lush. My perception differed greatly from Bella's.

Like a good girl, I obeyed the first few pages of the book.

I received my schedule from the red-haired secretary and patiently listened as she pointed out the best route to each classroom.

"Hazel is it?" The secretary asked. I nodded in return. "Well you're Uncle rang me this morning, informing me that it would be you, not Isabella, attending. Tell Bella we can't wait to see her." She finished with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

By the sounds of it, Hazel Jane was not a hot topic to gossip about.

Unsurprisingly, English was my first class. He handed me a lengthy reading list compiled with books based on impractical happenings. Wuthering Heightsmade me cringe.

So there I sat, at the back of the room, chanting to myself, this is just a dream repeatedly.

In an attempt to appease my nerves, I took in the appearance of each student. They were an ordinary looking bunch except for one boy. He had jet black hair and muscles that bulged out of his shirt.

I wouldn't be surprised if this was Emmett.

Soon enough the shrill cry of the bell pierced my ears. Eric was meant to approach Bella at this point. Slowly I piled my books into the satchel I borrowed from Bella.

By the time I was finished the classroom was empty. Clearly I wasn't even good enough for geeky Eric. Exasperated, I turned on my heel to leave and almost barged straight into a boy. I looked up to find it was the gorgeous ripped boy I'd admired.

"Well, hello there!" I beamed.

"You're not Bella are you?" He picked up. "You're accent; it's not American is it?"

"Hazel." I corrected. "And it's purely Aussie."

"Well Hazel, I'm Eric." He answered and struck out a hand.

I grasped his large palm with my smaller one in awe and shook it. Clearly Stephenie Meyer had gotten one thing wrong.

"Eric, can you take me to building six?" I asked, glancing at my timetable pretending to appear lost. Instantly he agreed and led the way.

He was easy enough to talk to, despite his looks which at first seemed intimidating.

At my Government class, he left and vanished into building four.

After two classes, the famous Jessica loomed towards me. Astonishingly, her given description matched her perfectly. Jessica was eager to hear my story, so I fed her the version Charlie had embossed into my mind.

Just as Twilight went, Jessica played the part of a huge gossip, so absorbed in her anecdotes; I overlooked the fact lunch was the first time Bella laid eyes on the Cullens.

As Jessica rambled on, a shy, tall girl introduced herself as Angela and sat beside me. In the distance, Eric caught my eye as he waved. I smiled and he took that as an indication to come sit by our table.

"Oh my God! That's Eric Yorkie!" Jessica quietly squealed.

"And he's coming over here!" Angela squealed in response. Somehow when I read Twilight I never pictured Angela as the squealer.

As the two girls were shrieking while Eric was walking, I turned around to hide my smile.

That's when I saw them.

At the rate things were going I expected them to be brutally ugly. But no, they were as inhumanely beautiful, even more pure than I could have imagined.

Jasper sat the stiffest, dressed all in black, with a long, blonde side fringe that so that some would think he was rocking the emo look.

Then beside him sat Rosalie, she didn't wear a trace of makeup, and her hair was messily brushed up into a ponytail, wearing a pair of old sweats.

Emmett was next, all huge and toned, but upon his perfect nose a pair of square glasses rested and a thick, leather-bound book was gripped intently in his hands.

The smallest one sat still, gazing off into the distance. I'd say she was Alice but her hair was not styled in the legendary short, dark and spiky manner, rather it was curled, waist length and red, increasing her pixie image.

Alice was the one who brought it to my attention. There written descriptions slightly differed to what was presented before me.

"You've spotted the Cullens then?" Eric laughed. I hadn't noticed that he'd taken the seat opposite me, so I blushed when I turned to face him.

Jessica then labeled them off one by one, and proved my guesses at their names correct.

Then he pulled out a chair and sat beside Jasper. If Meyer misapprehended the other Cullens descriptions well she sure made it up with Edward's. He was every bit god-like as she depicted.

"And that would be Edward." Jessica sniffed, just as I knew she would.

At the sound of his name Edward turned to face our table. He spotted me, and glowered darkly. Perhaps he could read my mind. If that were the case I sent him a mental message.

Hey there bloodsucker!

He titled his head to the side, as if he were trying to look for something. It seemed he could not read my mind after all. His perfect sculptured lips moved quickly. With that, Alice spun around, red mane fanning out behind her. Like Edward she peered at me closely, tilting her head to the side.

Once again the bell sounded, and I was off to my next class, Biology, the first class Bella had with Edward.

***

As expected, Mr. Banner instructed me to take the remaining empty seat beside Edward. A tinge of anger flooded through my veins, instantly despising him due to his vampirism. But the way this story was leading Edward may not be a vampire at all. There was only one way to find out so stupidly, I put my curiosity before sanity.

"Hello, I'm Hazel." I smiled.

"Edward." He answered shortly averting his gaze from mine. I leaned over the desk to get a good look at his eyes.

"My, what dark eyes you have! Are they always so dark?" I innocently queried.

"Hush, I can't hear the lecture." He growled. I sighed and folded my arms over my chest in frustration.

Suddenly inspiration hit.

Quickly I swiped my finger over a page in my notebook. A stinging sensation struck, but a red drop of blood oozed.

Instantly, he tensed remarkably, gripping the desk for dear life.

"Oh dear, a paper cut!" I whispered to him. "Have you got a band-aid?"

"No." He answered abruptly, now holding his breath, not wanting to risk inhaling my scent again.

"What's wrong Edward?" I tempted, mockingly.

A low growl erupted from his throat.

"Easy there, tiger." I continued to prod.

Hastily, he turned to face me, eyes shining a ruby red.

"You're eyes seem a bit bloodshot." I pointed out, amazed that I remained so cool, when inside I was freaking out, heart thudding rapidly against my chest.

He stood up and breezed out of the classroom before the bell rang.

"Excuse me Mr. Cullen!" Mr. Banner called and chased him to the doorframe. But by the time he got there Edward was nowhere to be seen.

"Did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil? I've never seen him act like that!" Eric asked as we left.

***

I handed my slip back to the Front Office, expecting Edward to be arguing with the secretary, demanding a transfer from last period Biology, but he was scarce.

Somewhat pleased with myself, I hummed as I strapped myself to the seat of the truck. I turned the key in the ignition the truck embarrassingly roared to life. As I began to drive out the gates, I fiddled with the dial on the radio, searching for a familiar tune.

Gradually the speed increased and I grew at ease with this whole "driving on the opposite side of the road" issue.

"What the hell are you playing at?" The velvety, rich voice of an anonymous stranger yelled from the back seat of Bella's car. I let an ear-splitting cry escape my lungs as I turned to see a ruby eyed Edward fuming.

"You idiot!" I cried, slamming both feet onto the brakes. However, I'd hit the brakes too hard, that the wheels shrieked and spun the truck violently out of control.

It all happened so fast that I'd missed his luring voice, attempting to calm me down. The truck collided, head on with one of many prehistoric, strong rooted trees as my head hit the steering wheel.

Then everything went black.

*A/N: I know the last chapter was slow, but I incorporated the Cullens in to stir things up.

Don't hate me for changing a few appearances! I promise there is a logical explanation coming up in the next chapters.

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