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I walked into the cafeteria. Aren't they supposed to sell food here? The stuff in the lunch line doesn't look like food to me. Beef stew, is supposed to have something in it that resembles beef. Or at least some sort of meat. Or anything from the damn food pyramid! I don't think 'gray slop' is a real food product. I don't really like my food gray.

Oh, well.

I grabbed the 'beef stew' and something that was labeled fruit (the colorful sign doesn't fool me). And I walked into the table area and stopped frozen. Damn.

This school is more cliquey than my last school. And I was going private! (seriously anyone who tells you catholic girls can't be bitchy is lying to you) These kids must have know each other since they were born or something. This is way to 'small town' for me. My last school had 800 kids, and I thought that was too small town. (yet it was the second smallest school in the town) This place has like 200! They fit everyone in one lunch period. Damn. (is that going to be my new favorite word?)

I walked over to a table that had four girls sitting there. I looked right in the girls faces and made sure they knew I was standing there. I'm not going to wait an hour for you to stop talking, just so I can sit down. Hello, I'm a person, I get tired…and bored. What is she even talking about? Corn?

"Hey, my name's Ella. I'm new." I seriously doubt they need to be told. A new kid in town probably makes the front page in this town.

"Hey. I'm Natalie, welcome to Forks." Oh, did I mention I'm in Forks? As in Forks, Washington? (yes that really is a real town, so is Sandwich, Illinois. They have killer hot dogs.) This 'lovely' town is the sight of my favorite books. Twilight series! Obviously. I was excited at first when I got here. Then I saw the weather. It sucks worse then when we lived in Wisconsin. (no offence to people who love Wisconsin, you're just too cloudy for me)

They started to introduce themselves around the table. "I'm Jessica." "I'm Maggie." "I'm Abby." I smiled at all of them. Maybe I'll actually have friends here. Plus one for Forks! That's one pro Forks, five against. Not good odds.

"Can I sit here?" Got to stay polite, kiddies. They nodded. I didn't really expect them to say no. That would be very bitchy of them. (who says 'bitchy?!)I guess that with everyone knowing everyone else in this town, you have to have good manners. Sadly, that didn't apply in my old town. Being mortified by someone laughing in my face when I asked to sit down I one thing I wish I haven't done. Oh, well, too late to go back now.

I sat down on the only open chair (just kidding this table is like half empty). I looked around trying to remember the names they just told me. My brain works on hyper drive. I'm always thinking like ten things at once. I'm not all that happy about it, but what can you do? You take what the Lord gave you. Plastic surgery for the thought process is one thing yet to be discovered, and one thing I will most definitely do without. Unnecessary medical practices frighten me. Oh, kind of swerved off topic there. What was I thinking about? Names. Natalie, Jessica, Maggie, and Abby. Got it. They're not that hard. I can remember those. Strange…one is named Jessica, just like the Twilight series. And she looks just like the description in the book. But 'Jessica' is a popular name. I had four 'Jessica's' is one class. I know, insane!

I scoped out the room once the other girls got back into their discussion about….whatever. There was pretty much the normal high school set-up. Jock table, nerd table, cheerleader table, rebel table, loner table, genius table (different than nerds, nerds can be dumb), a sprinkle of plain-Jane tables, and…WHAT?!

HOLY MOTHER FUCKING GOD! Oops. That was my bad. Sorry God, surprise and shock makes me crazy. It was like a shot of espresso…or a sledge hammer to your skull. Whatever floats your boat.

Ok, back to surprise. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? I watched the boy sitting at the table I was currently staring at wince slightly. It was barely noticeable, but it was enough confirmation for me. The boy turned slightly in my direction, I could see his eyes flick just slightly towards my face (I'm hiding my shock from my features, but my eyes were no doubly burning with surprise) and away. No human would be able to register anything with that quick of a flick. But I'm positive he already mapped out my face, and could recognize me in the crowd in Time Square on New Years Eve.

Also, did I mention his eyes? They're gold. Honey gold. Unbelievably gorgeous gold. Make your heart melt gold. Damn, he's hot.

But he's taken. I know it, but I'm also positive no one else in this cafeteria knows it (not including his family, and the girl-obviously-). The fragile looking girl sitting beside him. With the long mahogany-brown hair, heart shaped face, and equally gold eyes. (and before you ask, no I am not crushing on a girl, I'm describing her. Be mature.)

Her guy has reddish bronze hair that's just messy enough to be sexy and is sheet pale, also so still he looks frozen. I will bet you a college tuition at Harvard that he would also feel ice cold if I touched him. And I'll bet you what the stock exchange lost when it crashed in June that his name starts with an E. Let's find out.

"Um…" I got the girls that was sitting next to me's attention, "Who's that?" I pointed over to the table (the table that I would love to be sitting at right now). She looked and then sadly shook her head.

"That's Edward and Renesmee Masen, Isabella and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." I must have missed when Alice left. Wait! Didn't Jessica say the exact same thing in Twilight?! (minus Renesmee, and Isabella but still!) I nodded slowly. Should I start quoting? I wonder if I'll get the same answers.

"They are…very nice-looking."

"Yes! They're all together though- Emmett and Rosalie, Jasper and Alice, and Edward and Isabella, I mean. And they live together." I could tell she felt the same resentment that Jessica in the book did. Weird.

Well I guess it's not that weird. Who wouldn't talk about that? Yet I knew they were married, so I didn't matter to me. Wait! What about Jacob? Not that I'm a big Jacob fan or anything, but he was living with them when everything ended. Oops, back to quoting. Well, while I can, I'm not crushing on Renesmee, so I don't think I really want to get into that.

"Which ones are the Cullens? They don't look related…."

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins -the blondes- and they're foster children. And the Masens are brother and sister too."

"They look a little old for foster children."

"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt of something like that."

Ok, is anyone else like getting a little scared how she says the exact same thing are Jessica Stanley?

"That's really kind of nice - for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."

"I guess so…I thing Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though." I'm officially freaked out. No more quoting. Maybe I can get a different answer.

"They been here awhile?" I'm curious, and it's not the exact quote, so I pass.

"No, they just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska." Or not. Wow, did they want to repeat their lives or something? This is just creepy. Moving off topic. I'll figure out the rest later.

"Um… what's your name again? I'm sorry, just I'm bad at remembering." She nodded and smiled, but I can bet she was chewing me out in her head for forgetting her name.

"Jessica." I smiled at her. Totally fake, but she doesn't need to know that.

"What's your last name?" She narrowed her eyes at me. What did I do? Isn't that like a normal question? What, does she think I'll try to buy drugs under her name or something? Do I look like someone who robs a store then tells the cops this random girl I met at my new school that's pretending to be my friend really did it, and they should book her? I really wasn't going for that when I wore I t-shirt and jeans this morning. I didn't know track t-shirts were offensive. Jeez.

"Why do you want to know?" Did she really just ask me that? Really does 'Olympia Track Meet 2006' scream ESCAPED CONVICT to you? I shrugged, the perfect display of nonchalance (Is she trying to make me sweat?)

"I was just wondering." She automatically straightened up and smiled at me.

"Oh, ok!" Multiple personality disorder much? "It's 'Stanley'." I did a double-take. Did she really just say 'Stanley'?

"Wait, did you just say 'Stanley'?" She nodded furiously. (Damn, wasn't she like angry-suspicious a second ago? Now she looks excited enough to pee her pants.) Ok, I got to check these other last names.

"Urm…what's everyone else's? Just curious." For some reason, now she had no problem telling me people's last names.

"That's Natalie Mallory, Maggie Webber, and Abby Crowley." Whoa. This is getting too Twilight Zone. "And this is Nate Newton." she was referring to the boy that looked suspiciously like Mike Newton that was taking a seat beside her.

A/N: I know Nate Newton is a little dry and repetitive, but I thought Nate was the perfect name, and that is nothing to the kid in my class named John John Johns. So this has nothing on repetitive names. (he has like 6 brothers though, so I think his parents ran out of names.)

"Hello. And you are?" I nodded curtly, a little freaked, and cautious because he is supposedly Mike Newton's descendent.

"Ella Grace." he smiled at me. I suppressed my shiver (of disgust).

Jessica looked up at Nate like he was her Edward. I couldn't suppress this shiver. Must be history repeating itself, but by how much?

"Uh, Jessica?" She whipped her head around to look at me.

"Yep?"

"I think I've head of someone named 'Jessica Stanley' from Forks before. I know it's like a really weird question, but did you have like a grandma or something named the same as you?" She was looking at me like I was crazy by the time I finished. Jeez, it was just a question.

"Um…yeah, I was named after my grandma."

"Ok." I nodded. Hm… I need to talk to them though. Can I go over there unnoticed? No, that's super conspicuous. And would they believe me? Edward reads minds. He should read mine, right?

I looked around the small table I was sitting at, then the table of my desire. I could….

No, I'm really bad at making myself known. I could just sit down though right? Yeah. Tomorrow. I got to get this planned out. I need to know what I'm doing.

I'll just walk over and…wait. Shouldn't Edward be like staring at me right now? I'm seriously like a threat right? I'm obviously not going to tell, but still, he's supposed to be watching out for his family. Shouldn't he be looking at me then? Maybe he already planned to kill me after school gets out. I'll bet.

What a way to go.

I looked back over at Jessica. I should maybe just ignore this all. But why? Isn't this the kind of adventure, or dream that I always wished for? A chance to jump into the books I love? A dream I actually want to come true? I've had a lot of dreams come true, but nightmare, just don't do it for me. I might actually belong in this town then. But how? As an extra, that is unwelcome, but somehow necessary bringer of poor news? I doubt they want to know that most of the world knows their lives and secrets. That most of the world goes with them into their bedrooms, their cars, their heads? I read Midnight Sun's beginning (even though it's horrible someone did that to Stephenie Meyer, I still wanted to read it) and I know Edward would hate that. He would probably run away or something. But there is no way for them to run away. There is no way for them to escape this.

And do they really want to know about what they've been missing? Who says they don't already know? If I read these books why haven't they? Couldn't they? Nothing's stopping them. Or anyone here in Forks…right?

There couldn't be some weird mumbo jumbo curse on Forks that doesn't let anyone in it know of it's significance. That is unless they leave for enough of time. Well I don't even know that, I had never been to Forks before this. Maybe I will loose this memory or something like that.

But wait that's not possible…right?

Oh, yeah and Edward is so-o-o-o much hotter than Robert Pattinson. Seriously British guy might be like super sexy as humans, but they have nothing on Bella's really David-look-a-like. I am so-o-o-o jealous. I don't care how screwed up I feel inside I feel right now. I got to be green on the inside because DAMN!

Urm…back to the cliffy: Gah! What shall the future bring?! (cue cheesy Japanese music) Next time on…. Unknowingly Knowing the Past!

(Does anyone else think that's a mouthful? I do! But that's all folks!)

Yea! I made lots of references! Random unnecessary references rox my sox!

I know the names of the girls don't make sense. Sorry. If they got married, they'd have their husband's name, but then you wouldn't know who I'm referring to, until I spell it out! That would be boring. So, just pretend they all got knocked up and none of them knew who the father was so they just went with their mom's name.

That isn't what happened though. Oh, well!

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