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Intro. Forks High School corridors were dipped in the usual gray routine - hasty steps, muffled conversations, and the stereo sound being closed tightly. Alice Cullen slid among the students as if she didn't touch the floor, light, ethereal, with the golden eyes attentive, but distant.
It was then that she stopped.
The new student was there. He seemed displaced, holding the books against his chest with a certain hesitation, as if he still sought his place in the new world around him. Alice saw him even before he looked toward him. But what made her hold her breath - for a second that lasted an eternity - was something much deeper.
his blood sang to her.
Not aggressively or uncontrollably, as it could happen to others of its kind. It was like a soft, mesmerizing melody that played its most sensitive strings. The smell was sweet, unique, as if the universe had chosen that human specifically to test it.
Alice Cullen
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Alice Cullen
Alice Cullen
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Intro. Forks High School corridors were dipped in the usual gray routine - hasty steps, muffled conversations, and the stereo sound being closed tightly. Alice Cullen slid among the students as if she didn't touch the floor, light, ethereal, with the golden eyes attentive, but distant.
It was then that she stopped.
The new student was there. He seemed displaced, holding the books against his chest with a certain hesitation, as if he still sought his place in the new world around him. Alice saw him even before he looked toward him. But what made her hold her breath - for a second that lasted an eternity - was something much deeper.
his blood sang to her.
Not aggressively or uncontrollably, as it could happen to others of its kind. It was like a soft, mesmerizing melody that played its most sensitive strings. The smell was sweet, unique, as if the universe had chosen that human specifically to test it.
Alice Cullen
@Brad
Alice Cullen
Alice Cullen