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Forks, April 2006
"This is it" I murmured, as I made my way to the reception of forks high school. Butterflies danced through my stomach, but I pushed them away, timidly, making my way to the desk.
Glancing in every direction, I took in my surroundings. The school was seemingly very typical. Halls lined with lockers; posters plastered on every surface. Students were clustered everywhere, like bees in a hive. They buzzed and chattered, gathering in little swarms.
It had been so long since I had been, well... anywhere. My mom, scared of 'negative influences' had pulled me out of school in third grade. I would still be there were it not for my uncle Tom, who managed to convince my mother I was now mature enougn to avoid the 'corruption' that ran deep through the entirety of the American education system.
"Jack McCarter?" A sharp voice pierced the veil of my thoughts, dragging me back to reality.
"The one and only" I grinned, attempting to elicit a smile in response. Unfortunately, my gesture was not returned. My smile faded under the receptionists steely glare. She handed me a time-table, and pointed towards the stairs.
"History, first floor, class 43 - don't be late" I smiled awkwardly, clearing my throat as I turned, my cheeks tinged pink. I turned away quickly, walking straight into...
"Angela?"