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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!=]

4. Sick

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Bella’s POV

Wow, I’ve never seen someone get sick so fast. Maybe he has a bad immune system? I hope he gets better; I really do want to know why he seems so familiar. Actually, maybe not. After all, that was kind of creepy when he was leaning over my neck. I hadn’t even seen him move from his chair across the room. Sure, he was mysterious and intriguing but that’s not always a good thing.

I stood up and walked over to Ms. Cope’s desk.

“Do you mind if I leave for second period now, since he’s gone?”

She looked up from her book and realization flashed across her face. She dropped the novel and pulled out a slip of light pink paper before scribbling something onto it. She handed it to me with and said the three words I’d been waiting to hear. “You may go.”

I took the paper from her hand and walked out into the empty outdoor hallways, my feet clicking against the pavement as I shifted my backpack on my shoulders. These sounds as well as the leftover rain dripping onto the ground and the sloshing of the puddles as my feet became soaked were the only sounds in the gloomy, lonely hallway. I felt isolated in my current location.

I reached into my front pocket and grabbed my now folded up class schedule. I stopped walking and unfolded it. For all I knew I could be walking completely the wrong way.

I read the entire schedule over realizing that I had Math this period in a room behind where I had been walking away from. I groaned and turned around. It wasn’t that long a walk, but the slippery sidewalks were definitely not helping.

Eventually I got to the class, opening the door into dead silence. I was stared at by every pair of eyes in the room, including the teacher as I walked to the only desk in the room. Luckily it was nest to a window, but the gloomy weather wasn’t making me feel much better right now.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I walked from class to class-most of the time with a few people staring-never faltering in my near constant boredom that seemed to be prevalent through most of the high school population. What was the point of having the first day of school be so boring anyway? I know we’re supposed to get introduced and all that, but that shouldn’t take even an entire period. I sighed and continued to walk to my next class.

The final bell rang and I hopped up from my seat, somehow managing to be the first out the door among all the other eager people. I got to my truck safely and jumped right in to drive home.

I arrived home to an empty house with an almost eerie silence. It sounded like something big was just waiting to happen. Right on cue, the phone rang. I lunged for it, grabbing it on the first ring.


“Hi Bella,” a man’s grim voice sounded through the receiver.

“Phil? What’s wrong?”

“Your mother. She’s gotten a bit sick. Well, a lot sick. It was kind of an instantaneous thing. Anyway, do you mind coming down to Florida for a bit?”


He cut me off. “Don’t worry, I already called Charlie. He said he’ll be home in about ten minutes. He can drive you to the airport. He’s got enough for a ticket down here.”

“Can I talk to her?” I asked almost inaudibly.

“She’s asleep right now. But I’ll call you when she wakes up, ok?”

“Ok,” I said somberly. I put the phone back into its cradle and ran upstairs to grab my still unpacked duffel bag from beside my bed.

Charlie was home just as Phil said in about ten more minutes. He found me sitting on the old puffy couch. An arm was wrapped around me as he wordlessly guided me out of the house and into his cruiser.

I was beyond worried. How sick was a lot? It must really be something if I’ve got to come down to Florida. I wonder if she is in the hospital; or is she well enough to stay at home? Has she seen a doctor? It hadn’t been said, but it was apparent that this was no ordinary illness.