under the mask (twilight x reader)

Chapter 1: New

info:
reader-15yrs old, freshman
class in which this is depicted- mixed grade art class (has sophmores, freshman, and juniors)

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i̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶f̶u̶n̶n̶y̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶o̶m̶e̶

̶̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶"̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶"̶ ̶k̶i̶n̶d̶a̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶̶

a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶l̶e̶f̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶h̶i̶n̶d̶̶

t̶i̶m̶e̶

a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶

t̶i̶m̶e̶.̶

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she stood next to the professors desk, nervously fiddling with the end of her f/c colored cardigan that went over her white t-shirt. the class was silently staring. she took it as judging.

maybe they were thinking about the way her cardigan had fallen off her shoulders, down over her fingers, and halfway down her thighs from how big it was on her. maybe they were thinking about her ripped jeans or her scuffed up sneakers.

maybe they thought about how all of it made her seem unnaturally grungy or that she wasn't dressed up enough to suit their ideals.

the professor had left the room to get papers from the copy machine and left the girl standing in front of the class.

y/n was currently running through all the worst case-scenarios in her head and the probability of them happening. she didn't dare look up to make eye-contact with anyone.

it had only been 3 minutes since the teacher left and already, y/n had come up with 58 epic-fail scenarios.

"sorry about that, class. i thought i had enough copies for everyone" the teacher suddenly entered the room.

"ah right, y/n l/n, correct?" he asked the girl. she simply nodded. "well welcome to our school. would you like to share something about yourself?" she shook her head to the question. "alrighty, have a seat next to.... alice cullen. alice raise your hand" he said, looking at the seating chart.

A girl with pale skin and a brown pixie cut raised her hand, grinning politely and gesturing the underclass-man over. The girl stepped over to Alice, her footsteps barely traceable to the ears of the student-body.

"Alright. Alice, show y/n what to do, everyone else get to work on your projects" the teacher told them. Alice whipped around to y/n, slightly startling her. "Hi! I'm Alice, as you know, so... tell me something about yourself" she excitedly said. "I don't like social environments" the girl told Alice barely above a whisper. "Oh..." Alice hummed, now noticing how the volume in the room had doubled. Alice took out an MP3 player and carefully place it on the table. She placed one earbud in her ear and offered the other to the new girl. She reluctantly grabbed it and put it in her own ear. Alice pressed play.

Alice was able to get her to loosen up and ignore the masses around her. Alice explained the assignment. A choice project were the artist got to pick the medium. "What's your favorite type of art?" Alice asked. The girl smiled timidly before lifting her head. "Photography" she told Alice. "Can I show you some of my pictures?" Y/n asked. "Sure" Alice encouraged. Y/n pulled a picture album. She flipped through some pages. Alice was peaking over y/n's shoulder, the pages dating back to when y/n was young. There was a brief gap between some years till y/n reached her most recent works. She slid the album to Alice. "Wow" Alice breathed.

Alice could tell that this girl had lived so much through her photos, capturing memories in her photos to forever remain purely as they were. By her photos, Alice could tell who this girl was. She was completely enthralled in these tiny memories of the girl next to her. She flipped the page. Alice didn't notice, but a smile had over taken her features. It wasn't unusual for her, but this one was a fond one. Like she was seeing years of a person through the lens of their camera. Someone who she was now curious about.