This is a new one... Hopefully its well received!

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you could enter your favorite book with the book itself? Would you show the characters their story? What would they think?

I thought this very same thing as I read my favorite book, Twilight, for what seemed to be the millionth time. I wanted to be Bella and be in love with Edward. I wanted that kind of love.

I was not what you would call noticeable in my high school. I had dark brown hair that hung straight as a board to my ribcage and hazel eyes. I blended in and I hated it. I wanted someone to notice me. I hated being the wall flower but I didn't have the courage to step up and say anything to anyone.

Everything changed for me the day my family went to our regular Friday night dinner at Red Lobster near our small town in Montana. Great Falls was the closest city to us and the snow was falling hard. My dad was driving slowly but I think he might have hit a patch of black ice because what started as a smooth ride turned into a swerving, tumbling, screaming terror. The last thing I remember I felt a sharp pain on the right side of my head and everything went black.

"Ma'am?" a female voice whispered next to me.

I blinked my eyes and slowly opened them. I was on a plane... a plane? How'd I get on a plane?

"Ma'am, you need to buckle your seat belt. We're descending into Seattle," the voice whispered again.

I whipped my head in the direction of the voice.

"Seattle? How'd I get here?" I asked.

"You boarded the plane in Phoenix, Ma'am. Are you okay?" she asked.

Phoenix? I was just in a car accident in Montana...

I nodded my head out of shear shock and let her buckle my seat belt as the captains voice came over the intercom.

"Good afternoon. We're making our descent into Seattle at 4:34PM on January 11th, 2006."

Wait, 2006! It was just 2010! I went back in time and in Seattle no less! What the hell happened to me!

I started running my hands over my head just to make sure that I didn't have any bumps or bleeding from the car accident and I was fine. I was wearing a green fleece sweater and a pair of dark wash flare jeans with a pair of black mary janes.

Once we'd taxied down the airstrip, everyone began to file off the plane except me. I had no idea what awaited me.

"Ma'am?"the female from before said from beside me.

"Yes?" I asked looking at her.

"Is there someone waiting for you?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered shaking my head.

She smiled and pulled my carry on bag from the over head.

"Let's go see," she said handing it to me.

I unbuckled my seat belt and stood up. I followed her from the plane and through the tunnel. Once we were through security there was a man in a police uniform with brown hair standing outside the gate.

"Whitney?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

"I'm Charlie Swan," he said putting his hand out for me to shake.

"You're shittin' me," I cried.

He looked at me then at the flight attendant beside me then back at me.

"No I'm not. I'm Charlie Swan, your Godfather," he said.

I began laughing hysterically at that point because it was hilarious. I was crazy. I had gotten in a car accident in Montana, blacked out, woke up on a plane headed for Seattle only to be met by none other than Charlie Swan.

"Is she okay?" the flight attendant asked.

"I think so. She's been through a lot in the last three weeks," Charlie said.

I snapped out of my laughing fit, "Like what?".

"You know, with your parents?" he said.

"What happened with my parents?" I asked with wide eyes.

"Whitney, let's talk about this later," he said putting a hand on my back.

I shook it off, "No, where are my parents?"

"Honey, they died in the car accident in Montana a month ago," he said.

My world came crashing down as my legs buckled from underneath me.

"Whoa, there," Charlie said catching me before I fell.

"Died?" I croaked, "How'd I get in Phoenix?"

"You don't remember?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"You went to stay with Bella after the accident but she decided to go on the road with Renee and Phil. You wanted to go back to school so you decided to come here," he said, "How come you can't remember all this?"

"Shock?" I lied. No way I'd tell him the truth he'd lock me up faster than I could count.

"I understand. Let's get out to the cruiser and hit the road," he said.

"I need to get my luggage," I replied pointing to the carousel.

We grabbed my duffel bag and I followed him outside. It was cold but not as cold as Montana in January and there was a mist in the air. He put my bag in the backseat of his cruiser and let me into the front.

"It's about a 3 hour drive to Forks so if you didn't sleep on the flight you can sleep on the trip home," Charlie said.

"Let me get some things straight here," I replied looking at him as he drove out of the airport parking lot.

"Shoot," he quipped.

"My parents died a month ago and I went and stayed with Renee, Phil, and Bella in Phoenix until Bella decided to be home schooled and follow them around the country? Does this mean shes not going to come live with you?" I asked.

He nodded, "Bella hates Forks just like Renee."

I nodded my head, "So I guess I'll start my junior year at Forks High?"

"Yep," he said popping the 'p'.

"Tell me about some of the people in Forks," I stated. Getting this information will give me some idea of what the hell is really happening.

"Who do you want to know about?" he asked confused.

"I don't know... the doctors." I said.

"Well the one the department works with closely would be Dr. Cullen," he said.

Shit! This is Twilight! I'm actually in Twilight!

"Does he have any kids?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Five. They are all adopted though, two girls and three boys. They'll be going to school with you," he said.

I nodded my head.

This means that I'll meet them. I wonder if Alice saw me coming or if Edward can hear my thoughts? Oh shit... if he can hear me then he'll know this is all... make believe? I don't even know.

It was giving me a headache so I decided to let it all go and rest. I must have fallen asleep because I opened my eyes to see a two story white house shrouded in darkness.

"We're home, Whitney," Charlie said.

I got out of the cruiser and followed Charlie, who had my duffel bag, into the house. The living room was homey, but definitely a bachelor pad and the kitchen was sparse. Charlie led me up the stairs into what I assumed would have been Bella's room. The walls were white and there was a purple comforter folded up on the end of the twin bed in the center of the room. Along the far wall was a desk with a decrepit looking desktop computer and a dial up connection on it along with an old printer.

"This was Bells' room. You'll be staying here," he said gruffly before stalking out of the room. He turned and looked at me from the doorway and said, "There's one bathroom, sorry."

Bella was right, Charlie doesn't hover.