Tsunami ᵉⁿᵍ | Alice Cullen & Jasper Hale

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She shouldn't have been at that school.

Days were flying by too fast, and she was certain she should be in her home country at this very moment, feeling the warm sun on her skin and forgetting the sorrows she was experiencing in this place. But that wasn't what had happened. Here she was, in this snow-covered, freezing city.

She didn't know what she hated more, the rain or the snow.

She sighed. Her shoulders slumped as she looked up at the sky, a look of defiance on her face. In her mind, she was on a plane, flying away, leaving her mother behind to deal with the ghosts she didn't want to face.

She was listening to summer music, she was in summer, not trudging through the snow to that strange school. She was walking to her house with its big windows, not to American torture.

She tried to think about it, to be positive, until her steps faltered, and she was neither walking in her mind nor in real life, but staring wide-eyed at her reflection. She was used to the snow, she had lived in this small town for two years already, but this was a difficult period when she forgot how the weather affected everything around her.

Her hair, usually in beautiful, dark curls, was full of frizz, and she looked like she had run straight from her bed to school without even remembering what a brush was. Milena couldn't believe it. And so she pulled the hood of her jacket over her head, covering her face and the mess of her hair as she walked heavily to her class.
As if it wasn't bad enough that her skin, usually tanned and making everyone assume she wasn't exactly from here, was three shades lighter – as if what had once been a tanned skin was now just faded – now she couldn't even have her hair. Nothing seemed to be working that week.

The whole morning had been spent in a bad mood, but not in silence as she would have liked. A week away from school and interesting things seemed to happen. Some people were magnets for trouble, Milena was a repellent for cool things. A new girl – the sheriff's daughter, cool, from Phoenix, apparently the land of the sun – and the disappearance of a Cullen after a class with the newcomer.

If it had been before the accident, Milena would have been bubbling with curiosity, murmuring and whispering for information. Now, she just really wanted to sleep .

The Cullens were always the topic, she was used to it. They had arrived a week after her, in this quiet, rainy town, and that had made everyone forget about the Latin wife and her teenage daughter, which was wonderful.

She had tried to approach one of the Cullens when she entered the school. The tall, blonde, and incredibly beautiful girl,  Milena smiled and waved at her when she realized they would be sharing a class, but nothing was returned. They seemed happy to keep to their family, and she had never been the type to push herself into places where she was clearly not welcome, so she always kept a polite distance. As polite as she could when sharing classes for two years. She still couldn't believe how everyone gossiped about them even when they were in the same room.

Lunchtime had been different, with all the movement of the tables, and well, the girl's eyes went straight to the Cullens' table, they were strange. They were laughing, playing in the snow, and apparently, Edward had returned to school. She always found it strange how when something happened to her, something also happened to the Cullens.

First, there had been the move, she had arrived, shivering from the cold, with a backpack on her back and a completely enamored mother, everyone's eyes on the two Latin women who had moved to the small town of Forks, with tanned skin, dark hair, and words that no one understood. Days later, no one talked about them anymore, no one looked at them, and all you heard about was the beautiful and incredibly distant family that had moved there.

Milena was grateful for that. She liked having attention when she was ready for it.

"She doesn't stop looking at them," someone whispered beside her, and she jumped high, the noise of her chair made some people look at her, including the girl who was beside her. "Wow, seems like you were too,"

"It's your fault, Whitney. You should walk around with a bell around your neck," the Latina said, running her hand over her face, shaking her head as she sighed. This was difficult. "And leave it, she's new in town, I remember everyone looked at them when they first got here too. It's new, and well, they're the prettiest..."

They both laughed. The laughter was loud and maybe that was the moment Milena didn't regret not leaving. She liked the friendship she had made, she liked to have fun as she could there, and well, at that moment, as she laughed, holding onto the girl, walking to the next class, Milena really didn't regret having decided to stay there.

And she also didn't notice a pair of golden eyes staring at her as she walked away.

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