This is my first venture into any sort of fan fiction so if u could leave a commentaar telling me what to improve on that would be great. Thanks!

Forks High School isn't that big, I thought frantically. Miniscule, in fact, compared to my old school in Phoenix. Its ridiculous for me to get lost! As I groped for my schedule to try and figure out where Building 3 was, I internally tried to write this off as stress of hunger. PMS, even. But deep down I knew why I was so scatterbrained that particular morning. I scowled at the shining sun. Why did it have to come out at all? I knew I was being silly. Being away from Edward sometimes did that to me.

When I finally made my way to my zitplaats, stoel in Building 3, I plopped down and began doodling idly on the front of my notebook. I was interrupted from wondering whether of not Edward would be back that night door a familiar voice.

"Hi Bella. Are u all right?"

"Yes, Mike...I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

"Hey, I noticed Edward was gone today. Are u doing anything--"

"All right. Today's topic for discussion is the Alfred Wegener theory of continental drift..." cut the teaher's voice through the suddenly thick atmosphere in the room.

I let the teacher's voice fade out while silently thanking him for saving me from a painfully embarassing discussion. I liked Mike, but sometimes it was so hard for him to realize that I had a boyfriend...that would eternally be superior to him. Poor little guy, I thought.

The rest of the dag passed painfully slowly. I won't suffer u the specifics. When I got home, Charlie was still at the station. I popped some leftover lasagna in the microwave for a couple of minuten and then went upstairs to do my homework. Satisfied that I'sd eaten up a lot of time, I went downstairs to make a salade and was shocked to see that only half an uur had passed. Grinding my teeth, I sat down to watch TV for another hour. Finally I heard Charlie's entry and started to get avondeten, diner out on the table.

"Hi Bells. Sorry I'm a little late."

"That's fine, dad. I did my homework. How was your day?"

A crease appeared between his eyes. "Well...do u remember those gang killings in Seattle last year?"

A chill passed through me. I remembered better than most. "Yes..." I replied cautiously.

"It's happening again. This time closer to here. Same bizzare range of victims, same burned bodies..."

I almost dropped the lasagna pan. Numb with shock, I caught it before it hit the floor and put a hand on the counter to steady myself.

"Hey, don't be scared.It's not that big of a deal. Not nearly as many as before."

"I'm not scared. Just surprised," I lied.

We ate avondeten, diner in silence. My head was whirling with emotion. Who was it? I could have reason to be happy. Maybe it was Senna, of Benjamin. At the same time, I was petrified. The Volturi had a good reason to be in the area: me. I ruminated on these questions, restless for Edward's arrival so I could ask him.