I slowly woke up, my eyes still closed. I must've fallen asleep while I was reading. Hoping to squeeze in a couple more minutes of sleep I thought about my dream last night. Being pulled into my Twilight book? What type of dream was that?

Although it's far-fetched it actually seems like it'd be pretty cool. I get to be in the same town as the Cullens, who wouldn't want that? Crazy people, crazy people are the only ones who wouldn't want that.

Deciding that I should probably wake up and get ready for school, I sat up in bed and stretched my arms above my head, my eyes still closed. When I eventually decided to open them panic immediately set in because I realized that I have no clue where I am. This room didn't look anything like my room. I shoved the cover off of me and got off the bed. Looking down I saw what I was wearing. A rather ugly grey long sleeved shirt and an even uglier pair of green plaid sleep pants. These clothes definitely weren't mine.

Frantically, I looked around the room trying to take in my surroundings, when something on the nightstand caught my eye. It was a stack of the Twilight books. I rushed over to them grabbing the book on top. Quickly I opened the book on a random page desperately trying to look for the shimmery gleam I saw in my dream. I didn't see it, but I still tried to put my hand through the pages hoping that maybe my dream was real, and I'd be able to go back home. Despite my efforts, I wasn't able to.

Realizing how stupid I was being, I tried to rationalize more realistic possibilities of how I got here. I could have been kidnapped, or I don't know, the kidnapping theory is really the only thing I can think of. If we were going somewhere in the middle of the night my parents would have told me.

Oh god, I've been kidnapped! What if they murder me?! I tried to calm myself before I started to hyperventilate. Suddenly, there was a loud clattering causing me to jump. I looked around trying to find where the noise came from and my eyes fell upon the books that in my panic, I must have knocked over.

The door swung open, and a familiar voice asked, "Are you okay?", causing me to scream and turn to look at the door. When I saw the man, I realized why he was so familiar. The concerned and shocked face looking at me was Charlie Swan, as in Isabella Swan's dad. Was I in Twilight? No way.

"Evangeline?", he asked, pulling me out of my shocked state.

"Umm, what?", was my incredibly smart response. If you couldn't tell I'm being sarcastic.

"Are you okay?", his face growing more confused than concerned as he asked slowly.

"Umm," my mouth opened and closed as I tried to come up with a response, "yeah?", I finally answered even though it sounded more like a question.

"You sure?", his confused and concerned look being replaced by skepticism. I adamantly nodded my head in response. "Okay," he said as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "Well, let me know if you need anything".

"I will", I promised, hoping he would leave me alone to try and figure this out.

He nodded his head trepidatiously, still looking at me weirdly, "You should go ahead and get ready for school", and with that he walked out of the room and closed the door.

Finally. I felt like I could breathe now. Deciding that I probably wasn't going to get killed by Charlie Swan, I got ready for school. Well, actually I decided to look around a bit more, and then get ready for school.

I walked over to the dresser that was across the wall from the bed, looking at the photo frames propped on it. To my surprise, I saw myself in those pictures. There was a picture of me and my parents. I was probably around five and I had the biggest smile on my face in the picture. In the other four pictures that were there, none of them had my parents in them and I seemed unhappy. Charlie was in the photos with me at various ages and two of them had a younger Bella. What happened?

After looking at the photos for a bit longer, I put them back and decided I'd think about it later.

When I went to the closet, what I saw in it was incredibly disappointing. There were hardly any clothes, and what was there was kinda ugly, well not ugly, but definitely not what I would pick to wear.

I guess I just have to deal with it. Staring at the clothes to try to figure something out. I finally decided on a white spaghetti strap with lace trim, and red short-sleeve shirt. I never wear red but that seems to be all that's in this closet. Anyway, I picked out some flared jeans and black converse and was content with my outfit.

I went to the bathroom, which of course I know where it is, I've read the books like fifty times. What I didn't know was where the makeup was. I looked through all the cabinets in search of some makeup, and when I looked in the cabinet under the sink it sounded like there was an explosion outside which caused me to jump and hit my head on the stupid cabinet. This is so not what I needed right now. After the explosion I heard the tell-tale sound of what I presumed to be Bella's stupid truck.

Putting my hand on the spot where I hit my head, and feeling a huge bump, I decided I didn't have the energy to care. As I continued my search for makeup, I found some. Yes! After I put on a small, winged eyeliner, some blush, some light brown eyeshadow, and a tinted lip gloss, I brushed my hair and decided that I looked presentable enough and went downstairs.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Charlie leaning against the table drinking coffee. When he saw me, he put down the cup, "You ready to go?", he asked.

"Yep" I nodded my head. He walked towards the door, and I followed. We walked and headed toward the infamous police cruiser that Bella hated. Honestly, I don't really get why she hated it so much but whatever. We got in the car and headed off to school.

The car ride was mostly silent, but not an awkward silence, it was just silent. Which I was thankful for, so I could think about everything that's happened.

It's not everyday someone gets brought into their favorite book. If that's even what happened. Which it's probably not, it's probably just a dream. A good dream, but still just a dream. Well, I guess I should make the most of it while I can, right?

A/N: Last chapter wasn't too different from the original but from here on you'll probably notice some big differences, anyway have a good rest of your day :) P.S. I may or may not be working on two more stories.