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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I still felt exhausted when I awoke in the morning, almost as if I barely got any sleep at all.
I blamed Bella and I, going to bed later than expected from talking endlessly about that Quileute legend, and the continuous dreams I had all night that contained red eyes, blood-stained fangs, and feeling as if my neck was bleeding out as Alice stood above me with red liquid dripping from her mouth.
I tried to shake my thoughts off and got up out of bed to get ready for school.
After brushing out my hair — which was thankfully still straight from using my flat iron the day before — I changed into a pair of clothes Bella let me borrow — a long sleeve, black and gray striped v-neck, along with some jeans, and slid on my favorite black sneakers I wore the day prior.
Despite the forecast claiming it would only be overcast today with no rain showers, I brought my warm parka with me that I had on me the day before in case it magically changed at some point in the day — it was Forks I was in after all.
I grabbed my school bag from the floor of Bella's bedroom and went down the staircase, turning left to where their kitchen was located. Bella was already awake, dressed out of her pajamas in fresh clothes for the day, and sitting at their round, wooden kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal.
We both gave each other an awkward nod to tell each other good morning, likely both thinking it would be too strange to discuss last night's debate again.
My appetite was low for once, and I ended up settling on a small granola bar instead of cereal to hopefully tide me over until lunch.
We quickly told Bella's Dad Charlie goodbye as he left for work in his police uniform that morning before we chose to leave for school.
We mostly drove in silence, and although the antique stereo in her truck still worked and was able to play some music, it was muffled and undeniably on the brink of dying out soon.
As soon as we both arrived at the school, Bella parked her truck in the same spot as she usually did as the engine creaked thunderously to a stop.
When we both got out and began walking towards the school, Bella abruptly paused her movement as she looked ahead at something.
I shouldn't have been surprised that it was Edward she was looking at — the potential vampire in her mind.
Edward was staring intensely at her as well, as he stood further away from her across the lot — his features were unreadable.
"Bella, are you okay?" I asked, snapping her out of her daze.
"Um, yeah," she nodded hastily. "Listen, I'll, um... see you later."
