I know! I know… I shouldn't be writing another story… but I've been playing around with this idea and I thought to myself "What the heck?" so… if you guys like it… you'll see. I'll post another chapter for this story. ^^

The new girl in town

I had been hearing tapping all day. I wondered what it was when I heard it just outside the classroom door, followed by a knock at the door. Mr. Ragens opened the door and there stood a girl of about 5'8 or so who looked around unblinking. Her chestnut waves fell down her back and her skin was naturally tan. She wore light jeans and a white t-shirt. Finally, her eyes were a deep brown, though had a glazed look to them. I noticed a white cane in her hand and concluded that she might be blind.

"Ms. Swan?" Mr. Ragens asked.

"Yes. This is Mr. Ragens's class, right?" her voice was… almost tenor, but not quite.

"Yes. You can sit next to Ms. Cullen. Here, I'll help you there."

"Ms. Swan" shook her head. "I can find the seat. Just have her call out. I can find her like that."

"I'm over here," I called. I was curious to see how she would find me. Her head turned in my direction and she carefully made her way to me. I was amazed that she only had me call out once more before finding her seat. She sat down gracefully held out her hand to me.

"Hi. I'm Bella," she whispered. I smiled for what felt like ages and took her hand.

"Alice."

"Nice to meet you." She paused, feeling my palm with her thumb. "Hmm… correct me if I'm wrong… 5'1… and into art?"

My jaw dropped. "How….?"

She smiled, letting my hand go. "You can tell a lot from someone's face and hands. You'd be surprised."

I giggled and said a soft "okay" as Mr. Ragens handed out some papers. We talked a lot during class and when the bell rang she closed her book. I had found myself fascinated that she could so quickly decipher the small bumps in the pages.

"Could you show me more of what you were talking about at lunch? You know, the…" I searched for the right word. "Face and palm reading?"

She chuckled, nodding. "Yeah. Sure. I'll find you at lunch."

"…How?"

She winked. "You'll see. Just trust me."

"Okay." I gathered my things as she left the room, her cane tapping away. Funny enough… I did trust her. Is that crazy?

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