Seventeen-year-old Harper Thorne thought moving with her mother from her crowded hometown in California to a small, gloomy town in Washington called Forks would be a wonderful fresh start, and would help her move forward from her agonizing past.
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In the week that followed my first day, everything started to ease up for me.
I was catching up in all my new classes, the "new student" attention on me seemed to die down — slightly, but that was still progress to me — and I was finally beginning to feel more settled in my new home here in Forks.
Something I didn't expect to happen so quickly.
My mother was quickly settling into her new job at the local doctor's office and seemed to enjoy it already — everyone, according to her, was so friendly and welcoming to her there, in and outside of work, relieving me that she was being treated fairly here — she deserved it after all she's been through.
She, of course, was eager to hear about my first day as soon as I got home from school, asked me how the school was, if I made any friends, and all the questions she could think of to ask me.
I was honest and told her it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be — that most of the students were friendly and that I was fitting in well — the last part I wasn't so certain about, but I felt that would refresh her hope for me.
It was Monday — the beginning of a new week. My routine at school was more predictable now, making it easier.
I had spent the morning talking with Angela by my locker, whose company I genuinely enjoyed out of my other peers. Mike eventually joined in on our conversation, leading Jessica and chess club Eric to engage as well — a norm I was used to.
Eric walked me to English when the first bell rang, he was babbling to me about a topic having to do with something called "The Girl's Choice Dance" — an event that I assumed was being held at the school soon, though I hadn't paid much attention to the conversation.
I wasn't intending to be impolite by not fully listening to him on our way to class, I just couldn't get my mind off of something else that seemed to plague my mind ever since last week — Alice Cullen.
I had no idea why my mind favored thinking about her, our first interaction, and the few exchanges we had in art class — everything about her and the way her presence alone took over my mind confused me beyond comprehension.
I barely knew her, and we weren't even considered friends by any means — why was it so hard to not muse about her.
"And the school faculty wants me to be in charge of the music for the dance, to arrange a playlist and all that," Eric continued rambling, faster than I could keep up with. "I mean I think prom committee is more of a chick thing, but I have to cover it for the paper anyway, so I figured why not?"
That's when we finally reached English, stopping in front of the room to let other rushing students go in first as they hung their raincoats on the row of hooks next to the door.
