Molly sat in the back of the classroom, tapping her nails against the desk impatiently. She stared at the clock on the front wall as she feathered her shoulder length brown hair. Her eyes looked blank. They were so dark blue, that they almost appeared violet.
A bell rang, and Molly dashed out of the room. She walked through the hallways with much speed, but she never even brushed against one of her peers once. Quickly, she made it to her yellow mustang in the back lot. It seemed to almost be waiting for her. Avoiding the glances from her "friends", she threw herself into the drivers seat.
To everyone in Forks, Molly was just considered another one of the Cullen kids. Another "freak."
Molly drove faster and faster, searching for the place she called home. She turned down a long driveway that eventually led to a house. Molly burst into the front door.
"Molly!" smiled Carlisle. "How was school?"
"Brutal." She curtly replied in her semi-husky voice. "At least when Alice and the others were in school they had each other. I'm just the lone freak, the weird kid. I mean, honestly, why must I go anyway? I know most of the stuff, at least enough to get by. I mean you're not even at work right now… why can't I have some time off?"
"Molly you know why. You look 16 and you can't parade around in public and expect not to go to school. You'll graduate soon enough."
"Technically, I'm 21 now. Don't I get some credit for that." Molly replied.
"Nonetheless, you are stuck in the body of a 16 year old, and you always will be." Carlisle frowned, although it did not taint his perfectly designed face. "Like I said, it's only a year anyway. You've only been with us a short while, it can't be all that bad."
"Oh yes it can be." Molly grumbled, wrinkling her forehead. Her facial features seemed to be almost flawless. Her skin glowed with a pale tint. Her lips were perfectly shaped, thinly, much like her nose.
Carlisle quickly appeared on the other side of the room, looking out of the glass wall. "You know," he started, "Edward and the others will be coming home any day. I need to go down to La Push to touch base."
Molly stared at Carlisle, her eyes an apparent purple now.
"You wouldn't want to come with me would you?" he inclined.
"To La Push?" Molly questioned, her voice unsure.
"Yes, I think you're ready. It's time that you met them, unless you are uncomfortable. I wont force you to do anything."
Molly looked shocked. Her eyes grew wide. "5 seconds." Molly said blankly.
She whipped upstairs in a blur. Within a few seconds, she returned, now wearing a tidy pair of blue jeans and a clean v-necked sweater- a completely new outfit.
"So… I'll take that as you're going," Carlisle chuckled.
The pair soon arrived in La Push and reported to a secluded spot in the forest. Molly swayed back and forth nervously. A few seconds later, several large boys appeared from the middle of the forest.
Sam stepped forward and shook hands with Carlisle. "Molly?" he questioned, shooting her a look.
"Oh yes." She murmured, shaking Sam's hand as well.
"I'm Sam." He stated simply. Sam stared at Molly's eyes, which were now turning a faint red. "You shouldn't have brought her." He looked at Carlisle and then back at Molly. "You need to go. It's not safe."
"Honestly," Carlisle objected, "it's not severe. We planned to hunt tomorrow, when the others returned."
Sam hesitated. "Go then, right now. 15 minutes. It's our land, but I will permit you to hunt. It's best to take precautions."
Molly promptly followed his orders and started into the forest. It was getting cold and dark, not as if this affected her. Molly spotted a few deer, and within a minute, she was feeding. When she had finished, her eyes returned to a blue color. Only five minutes had passed.
She decided to take her advantage of the extra time, and poke around. La Push was new to her, totally undiscovered territory. It was just a forest, like any other. There were leaves, trees, nothing special. Molly stood there, taking in the silence. A rustle came from about 50 ft. to the left of her. She quickly turned and was greeted with an unfamiliar face.
