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Never the Same

Bella is coming into Forks in her senior year of high school, for her mother. Her mother gets sick after a few weeks and Bella must return to her, but little does she know, somebody else is there. somebody she's seen before, but never talked to. somebody who gave her that deja vu feeling on her first day. someone with the strangest colors to their eyes. somebody who truly is a monster.

ok, this is gonna start out kinda like Twilight, but notice some differences. the deja vu thing will be explained in the next chapter. I refuse to copy any direct quotes from Twilight. everything I write is written by me and not anyone else. This chapter is the only one that will be this close to the book. all others will be FAR different. it started out as trying to add as many twists and turns as possible into Twilight. but, it turned into so much more. does anybody else know how boring the first few weeks of school are? well, I wrote this absolutely HUGE outline in Core over that time,(aka English and History) and it's developed into an absolutely amazing plot. I can't wait to write it all!=] Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Twilight, but.........it's just too irresistable to stop writing about!=]

1. Deja Vu

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Bella's POV

I stepped into my new room, or should I say my old room. I was back in Forks, my hometown, all the way from Phoenix. It was here that I was to spend the rest of my days, until I went to college. And since there were no good colleges around this tiny town within a decent driving distance, I was sure I would be going away to college.

I set down my old duffle bag on my bed and walked over to the small desk in the corner. I pressed the tiny power button on the ancient computer. It took quite a while, but eventually it was completely up and running. I opened up my email and skimmed through the messages. Most of it was spam, but there were a few from reliable sources. One was from a Mrs. Newton, who worked at a small sports store in town called Newton’s Outfitters. I had applied for a job there over the phone before I got here, in order to save up some money for a car, as well as college.

The other message was from Renee, also known as my mother. I was already missing her, but I did not think of going back. I had left so she could be with Phil, and be with Phil she would be.

The email was not surprising, since she had told me to email her as soon as I got here. Of course, with my luck, my plane happened to be delayed for threehours in Seattle, when I was waiting for the one to Port Angles. I found Charlie asleep in a chair right outside the gate when I got there with a cup of coffee in his right hand, tipping over a bit as it dripped onto the floor, and cell phone by his ear, which he was lying on.

I had woken him up then and then pulled him along as he groggily walked out of the small airport. I drove the cruiser instead, not wanting to die because he fell asleep. And he, being a police chief, agreed.

A few heads had turned as I drove the police car into town. I felt self-conscious but continued to drive until I got to the little house nestled up against the trees.

I had stared at the curb thinking That’s gonna be my car there.

I sighed, returning back to the present. Soon.

I quickly typed a message to Renee, telling her about my flight delay, and how I was doing so far; basically answering her questions.

As soon as that was done, I turned off the computer and flopped down on my bed, pulling the covers up and over my head. I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my copy of Wuthering Heights. I flipped through until I found my favorite part and began to read.

It was late in the night when I finally put the book down. I looked over to the digital clock on the table next to my book. The bright red numbers displayed 2:48.

“Crap,” I muttered under my breath. I had my first day of school tomorrow, and falling asleep in class would not make a good first impression, nor help me. I’d probably end up falling asleep at lunch and then missing my last two periods. Detention on the first day of school. Maybe I should find someone to wake me up. If I even meet anybody willing to do that tomorrow.

I put my head back to my pillow; too tired to change into my pajamas or brush my teeth. I’d be fine. What’s the point? Nobody’s going to be smelling my breath between now and tomorrow morning.

I woke up in the morning to an annoying buzzing. I searched around for the clock, but it was nowhere to be found. That’s when I felt something with the side of my hand; too late. I had been sweeping my hand across the top of the nightstand causing the clock to fall over onto the fuzzy carpet below.

I groaned and flipped my legs over the side of the bed. I picked the clock up, pressed the alarm button, and replaced it on the table. I walked up to my closet, picking out a completely random outfit, not even bothering to check what I would be wearing today because I was too sleepy. 7:00 was definitely not a good time to get up for school. But it’s better than riding to school in the police cruiser.

I bounded down the stairs to grab breakfast after I had brushed my teeth and gotten dressed. I was surprised to see Charlie already there, sifting through the fridge for some breakfast. I tried to make myself known by thumping my feet as I walked over to the spot beside him. Apparently he was lost in thought because he didn’t move an inch.

I peeked over the top of the refrigerator door. “What are you looking for?”

“Gah!” His head snapped up to look at me. “Don’t do that Bella! You scared me!”

“Sorry dad.”

He shut the door and grabbed a bag of bread from the counter instead, popping two slices in the toaster. I grabbed some orange juice and cereal, hoping that the food would wake me up.

I was a little more awake once I finished, but not much.

“Ok Kiddo! Time to go!” Charlie shouted, coming into the kitchen.

I pulled my eyebrows together and just stared confused at him. What was he talking about? I didn’t need to leave for school yet, and why would he be so happy about going to work? Oh no…he’s not…

“You don’t want to be late for school do you? Come on!”

I tried to withhold my groan as I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. Of course it was raining, I should’ve guessed. Unfortunately I had not paid attention to the way I dressed this morning.

Apparently my mind was still completely focused to Phoenix because I was now dressed in shorts and a tank top, mismatched I might add.

I turned on my heel to go at change and grab my jacket but it was just my luck that the ground would be slippery. I fell flat on my face, now tasting gravel in my mouth. I spit it out got up, inspecting my palms and knees for the scrapes I knew would be there.

I quickly went back in, carefully measuring each step before I took it. I couldn’t afford any more falls. I changed into some jeans and a long-sleeved shirt-one of the only three that I owned-threw my jacket on and went back outside. I grabbed my now wet bag off the ground of the driveway and reluctantly got into Charlie’s police cruiser.

Charlie drove slowly and carefully to the school. I did not like to go really fast, but this was agonizing. I just wanted to get this over with and he wasn’t helping. I couldn’t blame him though. After all, he was the police chief, even if it was only in a town with three cops.

Eventually he pulled up to a small collection of red-bricked buildings. I quickly pushed open the door and got out of the cruiser, hoping nobody had seen me. Sure, I was proud of my father, but driving to school in a police car is not going to get me to fit in.

Luckily there were only a few people here right now. There were a few groups of people walking into and through the halls, except for one group.

Well, they weren’t really a group, only two people. But it did give me a sense of déjà vu. I swear I had seen the boy before, but I may be mistaken. How many boys have bronze hair and gold eyes? Ok, this was definitely someone I had seen before. I’d never seen anyone with eyes that golden.

That weird sense was not what was freaking me out most though. The look he was giving me, all wide-eyed and shocked, was making me really insecure. I looked all over me. Did I still have some of those ridiculous, completely mismatching, definitely not for the weather in the northwest, clothes on?

I didn’t see any. Nor did I see anything else that he could be staring at. Or was he just being rude and staring at me because I was the new kid. Just as the thought crossed my mind, the rest of my body responded. My legs started walking towards the halls with the other people. I tripped, but luckily there was a pole next to me to steady myself on. You know the one. They hold up the overhangs in outdoor schools.

I sighed. I missed my old school. It was in one huge building even though it didn’t have to be. Who is the person that thought an outdoor school would be a good choice of design for a high school in Forks?

As I turned a corner I saw Charlie staring dumbfounded at me, probably wondering why I had suddenly decided to leave so quickly. I waved to him, and he waved goodbye back and stepped back into the car.

I was walking, heading nowhere in particular, when I heard the bell ring. That’s when I remembered that I had completely bypassed the sign for the office on my way in. I turned back around and headed back toward the front, not daring to run on the slippery cement.

I felt something cold brush past me, I looked back and it was the short, pretty girl that had been standing next to the starer.

Then I looked back ahead of me. He was right there. Standing there, obviously embarrassed. He gulped and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He swiftly decided to actually move, and brushed past me. He was just as cold as his little pixie friend. Well, who wouldn’t be cold in this place?

I finally got into the office and walked up to the front desk. I told her who I was and she got my schedule out for me, and showed me where they were on a small paper school map. I nodded and exited the office, headed off to first period, ready to face the doom of the first day of school.