Alice was, most certainly, a morning person. Well, of course. Why wouldn’t she be? She didn’t sleep, anyway, so it would also be fair to say she was a morning, afternoon, and evening person. She was a generally upbeat personality, for the most part she chose to look at the brighter side of situations, it was a natural tendency. She rather enjoyed getting ready for school – especially choosing an outfit. Yes, perhaps she was a bit cliché, but she’d always had a head for fashion. In fact, she was certain that if she so wished, she could easily grab a career as a fashion designer. It would be all too easy. But the Cullens weren’t generally supposed to wade in the spotlight. It was dangerous; it made it so much easier for people to find out their dirty little secret. Most of them had no problem keeping a low profile (well, rather low – Carlisle was a remarkable doctor) and Alice didn’t mind it, per say, but part of her had always wanted fame and fortune, like any girl. Well, they did have quite a bit of money, so it wasn’t the fortune that bugged her. But didn’t everyone deserve their fifteen minutes of fame? Oh, she was being ridiculous. And selfish. After all, she had what most didn’t. Incredible beauty, speed, agility, strength, you name it. Only vampires could boast such attributes. And then, there was her little extra; her premonitions. They could certainly come in handy sometimes.
Forks High School was, she’d admit it, pathetically miniscule. The layout was inefficient and rather problematic – especially when you had to walk through constant precipitation. Really the only reason she and her family remained at Forks was because of the fact that they could stay outside during the day, and, well, Forks had a charming small town, friendly feel to it. Even if they weren’t exactly the most loved family in the community, they still enjoyed Forks. To an extent. When the rain matted her hair and dampened her jacket, Alice could always feel her fondness towards the town dwindle a bit.
Sticking her hood up and giving a slight pout to her ridiculously full lips, she crossed her arms across her torso, squinting through the rainfall towards her first class, History. The subject was both exceedingly boring and ultimately fascinating. Because, on one hand, she’d already lived through half of the curriculum. Why have to go through it again? And, on the other hand, she’d already lived through half of the curriculum. Hearing the teacher’s version compared to what actually happened was very, very interesting.
Nevertheless, there was a slightly tired drawl to her today – she was always unusually peppy, but today the gray outside seemed to sour her mood, just a tad. It was everlasting, unchanging, except on the rarest of occasions, but, then again, today she was thirsty. Ever so thirsty. And while she knew her self control was quite strong, it was still rather irresponsible to come to school like this, with all of these children with blood in their veins. She could vividly see her eyes, black as pitch.
She listened to his lecture with eyes glazed, though thankfully she could see all of those pop questions he would ask in class, and she had the answers already picked out in her mind – thus startling him a bit when, although, she appeared to be daydreaming for the entirety of class, she answered all of his inquiries perfectly.
Finally, class ended, and she fluidly rose, exiting the door quickly. Oh, finally. Alice, however, not watching her step, nimbly bumped into someone, spilling her’s and their belongings all over the wet sidewalk.
“I’m sorry,” she sighed, bending down to retrieve her things, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
She peered up at the unfortunate soul she’d just spilled on the ground. Ah, Angela Weber. She didn’t know her, but she knew of her.
“Why, hello. Angela, right? Alice Cullen,” she said, smiling and extending a palm. “Nice to bump into you – no pun intended.” At this she winked, still grinning brightly.
COMPLETE.
{{ Pain, Pleasure, and Propriety. }}, for angela <3
