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A Haunting Past

So Edward left Bella, and Victoria got to her first. Years later, they meet again, only the Cullens don't know it's Bella as she is going by the name "Princess" and Bella hates Edward. What will happen? I don't know! Read for yourself! Okay, I have 1 review for every 51.967741935483870967741935483871 reads. Aka: 1 review for every 52 reads. That is actuallly kind of depressing. I mean, is the story that horrid? Are all of you nice reviewers lying to me? Or do you just not want to take 5 seconds to tell me about my story. For serious, I don't care if you write a review telling me what colour socks you are wearing or what flavour cookie you are eating. Or if you perfer tacos to lemon squares. I just want reviews. Okay, we all know I'm bad with the updating. You want to know how bad? I have NO idea whats going on in my story right now. I know, that's sad. But all of my current efforts to re-focus go out to the peeps who are tryin to get me re-motivated. Thanks guys! I love you!I <3 My READERS!!!!!

So what happens when Bella meets Edward again and after 105 years, all her sadness has had time to boil and turn into anger? I guess we'll find out! Okay, beloved readers and reviewers, this is what is called a FANfiction. Obviousally, besides the fact that I can't spell, that means that I am not the super amazing-a-licious, fantabulous, Stephenie Meyer. That means that I don't own Twilight or any Twilight related stuffs...sadly....I wish I owned Edward! Who doesn't? (Besides Team Jacob scum!!!!!)

8. Chapter 8

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Bella’s Point of View:

We waited for Jacob until the next morning, but we finally gave up.

“Hopefully he died.” Said Aiden.

“Thank-you Aiden. That was only my best friend.”

“Sorry, he tried to kill Victoria! You expect me to not want him dead?”

“Actually, no. I expected you to go after him when his back was turned and snap his neck.”

“Well, we might as well go to school. There is nothing else to do.”

“Rachel, you just want something to dress up for.”

“So?” That was so like Rachel and Angel. I swear, the two of them were going to go too far in their bickering and they were going to kill each other.

“No, Rachel is right. We should go to school. That way, we can at least keep you separated.”

“Alright, but Aiden and I get to stay home to look like parents, right?”

“Yeah, sure, but be ready to have to bring Dylan back, he’ll probably set the school on fire.”

“Will not!”

“Hmmmm.” Yeah he would.

Angel, Kaylee and I climbed into Angel’s light blue viper with white stripes, and Chi-chi and Dylan followed in Dylan’s orange viper it had black stripes. That boy was so weird. They loved their cars, we all had vipers, but they had recently totaled theirs by doing some stupid boy thing. So, we bought them new ones. I really worried about them sometimes. I can just see them forgetting the sun is out one day and going to the mall. That would be interesting.

Angel pulled up to the familiar school and we walked in to the too-green office. I still thought they had enough green outside that they didn’t need any inside, but, I don’t do the decorations, so I can’t say anything. I walked up to the front desk. I flashed her a dazzling smile.

“Hello, we are the Taylor’s and the Hall’s. We finished unpacking and we came early. May we please have our schedules?”

“Oh, yes, right away. Let me get those for you. They are right here.” She handed me our schedules.

“That could have taken longer.” Dylan murmured. We all had to stifle a laugh.

“Now, you need to have these signed by all of your teachers and return them here at the end of the day. Here are a few maps of the school.”

“Oh, yes because these schools aren’t all the same.”

“Shut-up, Dylan!” I said, just as quietly as he had.

“Good luck dears. Good bye now.” We walked out of the office and headed to class.

“Good luck dears. Good bye now.” Dylan mimicked.

“Dylan, you are so mean! Do not do anything I would have to beat you for you hear me? All of you boys.”

“Why aren’t you giving the girls the same lecture?”

“Because, Dylan, I find the female gender to be smarter, and therefore, not going to even consider doing something incredibly stupid, like making a teacher gnaw on her own flesh, which Aiden once did.”

“It was a one-time thing!”

“Dylan, no setting the school on fire. That was not easy to explain. The Italians tend to ask more questions than the Americans, but still, if anything weird happens, I blame one or all of you. Capisce?

“Yeah, sure. Do you have to take all the fun away?”

“No, just all the fun that could possibly have the Volturi come after us. Unless you want to be hunted down, ripped to pieces, and burned.”

“Ummm, I think I’ll pass on that one.”

“Then don’t set the school on fire.”

I walked into my Junior Italian class with Kaylee and Angel.

“Hello, my name is Angel Hall. This is my ‘sister’, Princess Taylor and her sister, Kaylee Taylor.” He put air quotes around the word “sister” the first time.

“Oh, we weren’t expecting you for another week.” I stepped in the conversation.

“We finished everything up early. Our parents had us come in early.”

“Well Angel and Kaylee, you can sit here. And, Princess, you can sit here.” She led them to a set of two desks that had nobody sitting there. She also led me to a group like that, except I was all alone. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind telling us a bit about yourselves. How about you start, Angel?”

“Ummm, okay, my name is Angel Hall. When I was six, my parents died in a car accident, but its okay, because they weren’t much of parents anyway. Then, the rest if my family and I were adopted by Kaylee and Princess’ parents. I have one adopted sister, Princess, and one real sister, Rachel. Kaylee doesn’t count because she is my girlfriend. I am going to be eighteen in April, and we moved just here from England.”

“Okay, Kaylee, how about you go next.”

“My name is Kaylee Taylor. Like angel said, we just moved here from England. My family consists of my parents, my real brother and sister, Dylan and Princess, and my adopter sister, Rachel. And I am going to be eighteen on August 2nd.”

“Okay, Princess, it’s your turn.”

“Alright, ummm….My real name is Isabella Taylor. But everybody calls me Princess, because when I first met Angel, I was five years old and in a Princess costume. So from there, he called me Princess and the name just stuck. My family life story, you probably don’t want to hear again so instead I’ll tell you all how weird I am because I read my collection of Jane Austen instead of other teen stuff like Twilight or Harry Potter. I also listen to Beethoven’s Für Elise instead of Soulja Boi, who makes me gag. And I have been eighteen since September.” I sat down just as the door opened to reveal a face I never wanted to see again. Edward Cullen was back at Forks.

“Oh, you must be Edward! I was expecting you. Now, why don’t you sit next to Princess Taylor? Princess, please raise your hand.” I raised my hand even though I knew he would recognize me. He came over and sat next to me.

“Joy.” I said, very sarcastically and so low that only Edward, Kaylee, Angel and I could hear it. They snickered at me. I shot them a glare. Nobody seemed to notice.

“Okay, Edward. I am Ms. Davis. Tell us a little about yourself.”

“My name is Edward Cullen. In my family are my parents, my sister, Alice, my brother Emmett, and my adopter brother and sister, Jasper and Rosalie Hale. They are twins. My family is really a nature group and so when it’s sunny, we usually go hiking or camping. We just moved to this charming town from L.A. My mother wanted a more small-town area to live in, so we moved here. My father is working at the local hospital while my mother is staying at home, for now, unpacking and touching up the house.”

He sat down and passed me a note as Mrs. Davis started the class. I didn’t have to pay attention, considering I was fluent in English, Italian, German, Russian, French, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, and Latin.

I don’t know why you hate me so, but I propose a truce. Could we at least try to be friends?I would appreciate it very much. I know you can’t possibly hate me as much as you say.Please? I am sure I would enjoy your friendship very much.

I was disgusted by him. And, yes, I did hate him as much as I said. Just not his family. I bet if he knew who I really was, he would be on his way out of here as fast as he could. He didn’t want me, and I didn’t want him. Apparently, his distractions didn’t want him either if he was still alone.

No. We can’t try to be friends. I want your friendship about as much as I want the Volturi to come after me.Why should I do anything for you?I don’t care how much you would appreciate it. The answer is still NO.Yes, I do hate you as much as I say. Not your family, you have me there, but you, I hate you MORE than I say.I don’t care if you would enjoy my friendship very much or not. You still can’t have it.I would enjoy it if you would stop stalking me, so if that happens, you still can’t have my friendship, because you’ll be on another continent, and I don’t believe in e-mail or phone calls to keep in contact with others.

I passed the note back and he read it quickly. He wrote a response and passed it back.

I am NOT stalking you!That would be a waste of my time.And, who says I have to move to another continent?Besides, my family was here first. So, that means you were stalking me.This also means that you DO want my friendship and are lying.And, if you really hated me that much, you WOULD say it, therefore, we are now friends.

How dare he! I refuse to be friends with him! You could not pay me enough money.

When did you move in? Obviously after us, because, not only did we leave before you, but we got here first. We are already unpacked and we have this beautiful mansion in the woods.That means you were stalking me. Besides, I told you we were leaving before you said you were. So you are the stalker. WE ARE NOT FRIENDS! Have you ever considered that maybe I am trying to be a nice person by not telling you why or how much I hate you? I think not. Therefore, we are NOT friends, and if you know what is good for you, you will never speak to me again, unless it is required.

I passed this back to him. He passed it back quickly.

We would have moved in sooner and already finished unpacking, but somebody had bought our house, you now I assume by your description of the house, and a werewolf attacked me, so I had to kill it. It was mentally unstable, it was waiting for a dead girl to come back and love him like she never did. You are being just as mean, possibly worse, by telling me you hate me, but not the reasons. I hope you know, I will keep trying to be your friend. If I have to transfer into all of your classes, I will. I am stubborn and I will win this. Good bye, my friend, ~ Edward

Just as I finished reading, the bell rang. We’ll see about that Edward, I am even more stubborn than you and I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I will win this, you’ll see. We will not be friends. Never.