This will be my first Twilight fic. Until now, I've written exclusively for my other favorite vampires in the Moonlight TV series category. Sorry to all my dedicated readers over there, but I needed a break from my other stories and I need to get this idea out of my head and onto paper.

So, this is an idea I've been bumping around for a while. What if Edward didn't get to Bella that day in the parking lot? What if Tyler really did hit her? Now don't bail on me yet, this is not some private wish fulfillment story where I pair myself with Edward (I wish, but I'll leave my own daydreams to myself…)

This is story of how things might have been…

I do not own Twilight and I make no profit by my work here (Italics are direct quotes from the book). Enjoy!!!

Bad Day

It took every ounce of my concentration to make it down the icy brick driveway alive. I almost lost my balance when I finally got to the truck, but I managed to cling to the side mirror and save myself. Clearly, today was going to be nightmarish.

Driving to school, I distracted myself from my fear of falling and my unwanted speculations about Edward Cullen by thinking about Mike and Eric, and the obvious difference in how teenage boys respond to me here. I was sure I looked exactly the same as I had in Phoenix. Maybe it was just that the boys back home had watched me pass slowly through all the awkward phases of adolescents and still thought of me that way. Perhaps it was because I was a novelty here, where novelties were few and far between. Possibly my crippling clumsiness was seen as enduring rather than pathetic, casting me as a damsel in distress. Whatever the reason, Mike's puppy dog behavior and Eric's apparent rivalry with him were disconcerting. I wasn't sure if I didn't prefer being ignored.

My truck seemed to have no problem with the black ice that covered the roads. I drove very slowly, though, not wanting to carve a path of destruction through Main Street.

When I got out of my truck at school, I saw why I'd had so little trouble. Something silver caught my eye, and I walked to the back of my truck-carefully holding the side for support-to examine my tires. There were thin chains crisscrossed in diamond shapes around them. Charlie had gotten up who knows how early to put snow chains on my truck. My throat suddenly felt tight. I wasn't used to being taken care of, and Charlie's unspoken concern caught me by surprise.

I was standing by the back corner of the truck, struggling to fight back the sudden wave of emotion the snow chains had brought on, when I heard an odd sound.

It was a high-pitched screech, and it was fast becoming painfully loud. I looked up, startled.

I saw several things simultaneously. Nothing was moving in slow motion, the way it does in the movies. Instead the adrenaline rush seemed to make my brain work much faster, and I was able to absorb in clear detail several things at once.

Edward Cullen was standing four cars down from me, starring at me in horror. His face stood out from the sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock. But of more immediate importance was the dark blue van that was skidding, tires locked and squealing against the brakes, spinning wildly across the ice of the parking lot. It was going to hit the back corner of my truck, and I was standing between them. I didn't even have time to close my eyes.

I sucked in a deep breath and braced myself. The van skidded closer and suddenly my legs were on fire. Then my ears were filled with a metallic crunch and a high pitched scream. I realized the scream came from me only when the air in my lungs ran out and I coughed up something thick and warm.

After that moment of searing pain ripping through my lower body, I felt oddly numb…

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This is just the beginning. I plan to carry this out for a few more chapters depending upon the amount of response I get, so please tell me what you think or ask me questions!!