I wipe the steam off part of the mirror. I look…well, better… but still not like I used to. It has been 84 days since he left and 56 days since my friend Jen moved to Forks. If it had not been for her I would still be a lifeless shell and completely alone. Oh well, I need to get ready for bed. I still dream about him, but I no longer wake myself up with my screaming or spend mornings curled up in my own misery nursing my crushed heart.

I get out of bed when my alarm goes off. It doesn't take me very long to get ready and head out the door. I wave at Charlie as I pass through the kitchen. Even though he is not here, I still do not have to take my truck to school. Jen is always waiting for me in the driveway.

I don't remember the exact day that Jen started school because I was still in a haze. What I do remember is her kind eyes as she persisted in trying to talk to me and her patience when I could not. She turned out to be a great friend, more like a sister really. That hurt at first because it was like she was replacing Alice. But later I realized that I could deal with more than one not blood sister, even if one turned out not to want me around her anymore and had never looked back.

The thing that made me realize this was the stark differences between the two girls, the way they treat me and their personalities. Alice always took the role of the much older sister. You know, play dress up Bella and always assumed that she knew what was best for me and I had no idea. With Jen, it was more like we were twins…equals. Sure, sometimes she will take charge when I am out of my league, but we actually talk through everything.

I am lost in my thoughts as I walk over to Jen's car. I have to shake myself out of my revere to exchange the usual greetings. Today seems different, like Jen is watching me while she drives.

Jen asks me tentatively, "Bella, if a tidal wave were coming at you, would you want to know in advance or would you rather be surprised?"

"Um… I guess I would like to know the wave exists, but I don't think I would want to know when it will hit me. Why?"

"There are more mythical beings than vampires," Jen seems like she wanted to say more than that, but she doesn't go on.

"Like what?" I prompt.

"Like witches, but not like what you think of when you hear the word. I am one, I probably should have told you sooner."

I absorb that fact. Witches exist. Well, if one mythical being exists, who's to say that more do not exist? Given that one mythical being had put me in the place I was in when Jen met me, I'm surprised that she was hesitant to tell me. Of course I feel bad for putting Jen in this position in the first place. Oh wait, she doesn't really think that I won't accept her, does she? The pause stretches out much longer than it should be. Jen is fidgeting.

"I understand why you didn't tell me before, really. I'm totally fine with whatever you are," I hastily explain, trying to ease the tension. Jen looks at me skeptically.

"It's okay if you need time. I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me..."

"You can tell me anything Jen," I quickly interrupt.

"The reason I moved to Forks was because you sort of called to me. I kind of have a gift in that area. You see, when a person is about to present magical ability, they send out a sort of signal. Then, witches like me get visions of a fashion. It's like we become you for a few seconds at a time. We see what you see; hear what you hear, feel what you are feeling…"

"Wait," I interrupt again,"are you telling me that I am a witch?"

"You are about to become one. Usually it doesn't take this long to present once the call goes out, but you have an unnatural ability to suppress things. Anyway, today's the day you will present."

"One more question."

"Just one?" Jen teases me.

"When you say that you felt what I felt, you mean…" I can not finish, but I know Jen understands the direction I am going in.

"Yeah, I felt your pain over Edward. I actually lived through the memory. That doesn't happen often, by the way, the whole reliving memories thing."

"What happens now? Do I have to go to some magical school?"

"You have read too many stories my friend. Since I am the one that discovered you, I will be your mentor and tutor. We can travel together for as long, or short, a time as you want. Oh, I should tell you that you will cease to age. Like vampires, witches are immortal."

"Does that mean that I have to make my family think that I have died?"

"Well, no. Whenever you are ready to leave Forks, we will have to make it to be like you never existed at all."

"How?" I am dying to know.

"Erase a few memories, alter a lot of other memories, and delete all records concerning you. A lot of detail work. Once we leave here, no mortal will be able to remember your name or face again."

I have to consider that. It will be much better for my parents to not remember me than for them to live through my death. Of course I would always remember them, and it will hurt a bit to know that they don't know me anymore, but it is hardly a sacrifice. It will be better not to be remembered. Besides I will still have Jen and maybe one day I might run across the Cullens again… I suddenly realize that I am ready to leave Forks and move on. I have caused my parents enough grief already.

"I want to leave Forks today," I announce confidently as we park at school.

Jen looks at me while she figures out how serious I am. She wants to make sure I have fully considered my choice. But then she knows how much trouble I have making decisions. She seems satisfied and yet she still gets out of the car and heads toward the office building. I have to hurry to catch up.

"We have a lot to do before we can leave," Jen explains when I catch up with her.

"Like take care of the paper trail of my life?"

"We have to completely erase your existence here. Then, we will backtrack until no human will ever be able to say that they knew you before you became a witch."

"How are we going to do that?"

"You will take care of any written record of your existence, and I do mean every single one not just the 'official' ones. I will take care of editing people's memories. After today, the human Bella will have never existed. Are you sure you are ready?"

"I'm sure. Why can't I work on memory editing?"

"You haven't presented yet, but it will happen today, and because it is delicate work, best saved for someone more in tune with their magic. Sorry."