I'm right in the middle of finals week when this idea popped in my head. I tried to put off writing this unti I was done with finals, but I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

I'm not a writer. I've never written any story before in my life. I'm just a fan of Twilight, and thought I'd give a shot at putting my idea into some type of story format. Hope you enjoy. I actually really enjoyed writing it. I'll post Chapter 2 next week sometime. Okay back to studying....

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight. Just a fan of the amazing series.


Beep. Beep. Beep.

Was it 6:00 a.m. already? I groaned, and shifted in my bed to look at the clock on my desk. I pulled the warm covers off my body, shivering slightly as I crossed the chilly room to turn off my alarm. The continuous beeping was maddening.

I had come to hate the sound. It was the sign of a new day.

Another day.

Another day without Edward.

Five years had passed in a painful blur since he had left me broken in the forest.

I returned quickly to my bed, trying to rewrap the covers as they were before the alarm ripped me from a peaceful sleep.

Last night had been a good night.

Often my dreams were troubling. I would dream of Edward in those last days together.

Serious, cold…unloving…

But the Edward of my dreams last night held me in a strong, but gentle embrace. Love radiating from his smooth, topaz eyes as he gazed into mine. A crooked smile across his face, as we laughed together on my bed.

I sighed, and pulled the covers up over my head. He was not here now. I laid in my bed alone.

Whether the night brought dreams of pain or love, every night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.

And every morning, my heart ached when I realized he wasn't there. He didn't want to be. He didn't want…me.

I took a quick glance at the clock. 6:15 a.m. I had a little over an hour before the 79 would stop across the street from my apartment. I begrudgingly left my warm bed and walked to the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. Ugh, I was so ordinary looking. There was no color in face. My dark, brown hair lay flat, accenting my pale feautures. I swear I matched any vampire in color. Only my, chocolate colored eyes stood out.

How I deluded myself into thinking that someone as perfect as Edward Cullen could have fallen in love with someone as plain as me, I'll never know.

I tried to push Edward from my mind as I entered the shower. I stood there for a minute with my eyes closed, letting the hot water hit the top of my head and cascade down my body. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and went to pick out my clothes for the day.

I chose a shapely, grey, pencil skirt and a blue three quarter length shirt. I smiled to myself. Alice would have been proud. I still liked wearing simple clothing, but my fashion sense had definitely improved since high school. My outfit hugged the curves of my body, and this rich blue brought some color to my dull complexion.

I blew my hair dry, giving it some volume. Gentle waves, shaped my face and descended to my mid-back. I looked at the clock one last time. I had just enough time to make some coffee and eat a little something.

I walked to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. I packed up my things, and perused the cupboards for something to eat while I waited for my coffee to be ready. I wasn't very hungry this morning, so I settled on a strawberry nutri-grain bar.

I took my time eating my breakfast, if you could call it that. I tore off little pieces as I thought of what lay ahead in my day.

It was Friday.

Unlike most people, I didn't look forward to the weekends. Sometimes I would drive to Forks and visit Charlie, but most of the time I spent my weekends alone in my apartment.


If I recalled correctly, I was getting a new student in my 6th period English class today.

My thoughts turned back to my coffee as the sweet aroma filled the kitchen. I poured the beverage into a stylish coffee mug I bought at Starbucks last week. It was a bit expensive, but I couldn't help it. It was just so sleek.

I slipped on a pair of Mary Jane style pumps, put on a jacket, grabbed my bag and coffee and headed out the door.

Outside grey clouds hung in the air. Of course it was drizzling. The dreary Seattle weather was no different than Forks.

I wouldn't say that I had accepted Western Washington and its rain, but I had become accustomed to the bleak weather. It matched my monotonous life.

The heat of my coffee warmed my hands a bit. I clenched the mug harder as I waited anxiously for my bus to arrive.

My trusty truck had died my senior year in high school. I bought a cheap Honda when I moved to Seattle to attend the University of Washington, but I rarely used it. I found the bus was a much more efficient way to get around these hectic streets.

It was less than 10 minutes before I had reached the school.

Roosevelt High. It was a big, beautiful school. Remodeled just before I began teaching here in the fall.

I walked carefully up the stairs to the entrance, watching every step. I had only begun to wear shoes with any heel, and it took every ounce of control to not let my innate clumsiness overcome me.

I turned the corner to the 3rd wing and walked to classroom 312. My classroom. I taught sophomore English until lunch. The last two periods of the day, 5th and 6th were Advanced English for juniors.

The day passed rather quickly. The sophomores were studying one of my favorite novels, Pride and Prejudice. I became enveloped in our class discussions, and time seemed to fly by. I could talk about Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy for hours.

The day was coming to an end.

My Advanced English classes were beginning their Shakespeare unit. Yesterday I let both classes pick a play of their choosing to study.

My 5th period class chose Macbeth. An exceptional play. I was looking forward to analyzing the piece with the class.

6th period's choice of Romeo and Juliet however, left me feeling bitter. Once my favorite Shakespearean play, had been tarnished with painful thoughts of Edward.

"I've never had much patience for Romeo . . . First of all, he's in love with this Rosaline - Don't you think it makes him seem a little fickle?" Edwards words echoed in my head.

My heart ached a bit, as I remembered his parting words to me in the forest. He didn't want me. He didn't love me after all.....

Edward was right...... I didn't like Romeo.

"Good afternoon Ms. Swan," Amber Collin greeted me as she entered the room and took her seat up front.

Amber broke me from my memories, and I realized it was time to start class. I was a stickler for punctuality.

"Good afternoon class. Who's excited for the weekend?"

I saw a few smiles cross the student's faces and couple of nods in agreement.

"Let's get through this last hour together and then we're free to enjoy it."

Not likely… I thought to myself, my excited expression masking my negativity. Maybe I'd make the drive and visit Charlie this weekend. I was due for a visit.

I turned my back to the class and began writing on the blackboard. In that moment, I heard the door swing open. I continued writing.

"You're late." I sang out with smile. Then I heard it. A voice I had only heard in my dreams for so many years.

A smooth, velvet voice replied, "My apologies."

So...What do you think? I would love some reviews on my writing. And maybe some ideas about where you're hoping the story would go : ) Thanks for reading!