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Kinsley glanced down at her schedule to see that she had English as her first subject. She sighed, but was glad that it wasn't Trigonometry— that was her first class after lunch.

"You must be Kinsley Fell."

Said girl jumped at the sudden intrusion, looking towards her right at the person who began talking to her. She blinked owlishly at the Asian teenager standing next to her. He stood with a smile on his dimpled face; his black hair stretching across his forehead in a straight fashion. Kinsley could have sworn that the skater-esque style was over by now— apparently she was wrong.

"You're new, right?" He continued, still sporting his dimples on each cheek.

"Uh— yeah." The brunette nodded her head.

"I'm Eric Yorkie— the eyes and ears of this school. If you need anything, I'm your guy."

"Thanks, but I'm sure I can handle whatever this small town throws at me." Kinsley gave him a small smile.

"What's your first class?" Eric asked, continuing to try and help as much as he could.

"English, with Mr. Mason," Kinsley reluctantly answered.

"I'm heading that exact way. I can show you."

Kinsley wanted to say no, she really did— but the hopeful grin on Eric's face had her sighing and saying yes.

They both walked quietly through the hallways, the girl of the group trying to ignore the curious stares falling after them. It was like Forks High School's never seen a human girl before.

"So, where did you move from?" Eric asked, bringing up easy conversation.

"Chicago, Illinois," the brunette answered shortly.

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