Pluvial | twilight

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Helen was often bored at school. 

Not because she was so good at the subject, but because she never found herself passionate about what they were speaking about. She often turned History classes into an argument about the history of the world, and she was decent at French and mostly made an attempt to study.

But in other subjects, more often than not, she simply stared with glazed eyes at the board, but as she promised Charlie, she made an attempt to get good grades this time around.

"Good morning," Mr. Shepherd greeted. "Welcome to the new students, Alice and Edward, let's carry on with no introduction, I'm sure we'll all be cosy in no time. Helen, do you know what we're gonna be talking about this year?"

Helen sighed, straightening in her seat. A good year starts with a History class, in her mind, and there she was, with the ever confident Mr. Shepherd, the best History teacher to argue with.

"I assume we'll be talking civil war this year."

"Correct as ever, Ms. Swan," he grinned widely. "Now, I know you'd rather have us talk about Rasputin," the smirk the two exchanged was clear to all, "but alas, we're speaking about the history of our land."

"Well, technically--" Helen was about to start protesting about the New World and how the United States of America were colonized and explored by Europeans. 

"If you'll say the word occupation in our first class of the year I'm sending you to the Sheriff's office," Mr. Shepherd warned Helen, who raised her arms in surrender. "That's what I thought, no messing with the Chief."

"My father's a scary man."

"So, let us begin. First of all, what is the prime cause of the Civil War, according to... well, everyone, really? No, Helen, not you. Yes, Mr. Crowley."

Tyler Crowley sat directly behind Helen, and he had every reason to know the main cause for the civil war. "Slavery."

"That is... correct, though very short and to the point. Helen?"

"Am I getting paid for this?" He shook his head, but Helen sighed and spoke up anyway. "Slavery was a very important matter in the nineteenth century of America, free states had no slave trading, unlike slave states. The north, all in all, was growing rapidly in comparison to the south, and it made it into such a big difference between the political impact that the states had that Abraham Lincoln was actually elected without even being on the ballot of ten southern states. It made them feel threatened, and also, made it so they thought they might lose their voices in regards to many things, including pro-slavery. The south needed it as they relied heavily on physical work. Are we talking about the Compromise of 1850?" Helen paused.

"Uh, yeah, but let's stop here for a moment, and break it down further. Uhh, Newton, hop up, you're gonna help me today."

Edward and Alice Cullen exchanged a glance. 

"Jasper might have what to tell her," Edward mumbled, and Alice smirked.

"And you can't read her properly. She's fun."

"So, what Helen is saying is demographics, let's get into the thick of it. Newton, start writing on the board."

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"So," Helen stood in front of the five intimidating family members. Alice, the shortest one with the dark short hair, seemed nice. Edward, who was also in her History class, seemed like he was unsure what she was. Rosalie, the ego-crashing one, looked at her like she was a pest, and Jasper, the blond one, was looking like he might smack her. Above them all, towered Emmett Cullen. He was smirking, and seemed joyful at the occasion of simply being himself. "That's the school. We're a boring town with boring people, and a boring cafeteria. Bon Appetite, I guess. See you around."

The five family members looked at each other briefly, before all following Helen and grabbing trays. They loaded random stuff and walked over to a table that was still free, and noticed all eyes were on them.

"She's weird," Emmett said. "Are you sure about what you saw, Alice?"

"I did see it, I can't tell if it'll actually happen. It's one possibility of the future."

"Weird to think about it."

Rosalie glanced at her. "She's smart, she's not like the rest of the high schoolers here, drooling at us. She seems like she could do it."

"She's scary though," Emmett stated. "I mean, it's scary to think this little person is gonna--"

"Hey!" a brunette appeared by their side, reaching out to grab a chair, before a cold look from Rosalie stopped her. "Uh, I'm Jessica Stanley," she almost flinched under their matching gazes. All golden and all cold. "We're totally excited for new students, oh my God. Helen said you guys were so nice," she laughed awkwardly.

"Did she?" Emmett smirked. 

Jessica had to stop a chill, and then turned to look at Edward. "So, Mike said you're on History with them. Which means you're with Helen," she laughed again. "Gotta be awkward. She's a bit of a brainiac when it comes to those stuff. But she's just clueless in any other thing. So, you know-"

"She's actually very intelligent, as it sounds," Edward said slowly. "She knows a lot about history, and you can learn a lot from past mistakes."

Jessica laughed again, twirling a strand of hair as she looked at Edward up and down. "Yeah, but it's weird. She's like, obsessed. I don't know how she knows all these stuff, honest to God. Anyway, I'm like, into literature. I wanted to offer you," she turned away from Edward for a short moment out of an attempt to be polite, and look at the other four, "to join us in like a group study, we're meeting twice a week in the library, and you know. Study together."

"Uh, I think we're okay," Rosalie said. "And even if we weren't, we wouldn't be studying with you."

Jessica was sure she was about to start crying under the gaze of Rosalie. Tears already welled in her eyes when Helen walked up.

"Uh, guys, I forgot. You need to bring the slip back to the office at the end of the day. You don't me for it, right?"

"No, we know our way around already." Alice grinned brightly. "Thank you so much, Helen, you were a delight to be around."

"Sure. Anytime my dad puts me up to a task, I'm here to help." Helen turned on her heel, and Jessica followed right behind. 

"See you guys around," Jessica said with a shaking voice. "Bye."

"She could be," Jasper said simply, almost admiring her with his eyes. "She gives off that feeling."

"Only time will tell," Edward said simply, standing up and grabbing the tray, throwing it all in the trash, un-touched.

Every gaze in the room followed him, but only Helen kept looking at the tray. 

How odd.