"Hey, Sara, why don't you come over to my house tonight?" Maria's voice rang loudly and most certainly audible over the babble that was forks High School cafeteria.
I pushed a long strand of black hair out of my eyes and frowned. "I can't," I explained "Mom and Dad arent in Arizona visiting my grandmother, and I'm staying with my grandfather."
"Oh that stinks!" Maria pouted. I sighed and looked about the cafeteria. My eyes stopped at one corner of the large room, where four teenagers sat. The Cullens and the Hales had just moved to Forks. They never talked to anyone, but just kept to themselves...
Right as the thought was passing my mind, the smallest of the four turned to look at me. She was petite, with pale skin and black, spikey hair. Her expression was not unkind; on the contrary she looked curious and almost... sad. I looked down, a soft blush creeping into my light brown cheeks. I was abashed at being caught staring. I looked up discreetly, but Alice Cullen was not looking at me anymore. Was it just my imagination, or was she talking just a /little/ more animatedly than before? I looked away from the small group and jumped back into the conversation of my /own/ group.
The rest of the day went by slowly as always. When I got home to my grandfathers house, I called my mom.
"Hello?" My moms voice rang through the speaker.
"Hey, Mom."
"Sara, hi honey! How was school today?" I considered lying but decided against it.
"It was..." I struggled to find a word that described my day. "...strange," I ended lamely.
"Oh? How so?" Mom asked.
"There are some, er, new kids at school. And they keep looking at me strangely..." I was starting to wish I'd just lied.
"Strange compared to what, Sara?"
"Nevermind..." I mumbled.
"No really, tell me. What makes them so 'strange?'" She persisted.
"They keep to themselves," I started feeling rather immature. "And they don't talk to anyone except themselves, and the watch me strangely..."
"Now Sara," Mom began, sternly. "you shouldnt judge people like that! I know I have taught you better!" I sighed, annoyed.
"I know Mom, but... Fine." Now I really wished I'd never said anything and just lied about my day. "I got to go do my homework. Tell Dad I said hi."
And I hung up.
That night I dreamt about the Cullens. I didn't know why, but their faces stuck in my mind... I woke up suddenly, breathing deeper than usual. I remembered three main things about the dream: 1) I had realized that I had never quite seen them close up. In the dream, all four had been closer than usual and their faces, normal from far away, were far from normal. I wished it wasnt a dream, so that I could look at their faces forever... they were so beautiful...
The second thing I remembered were how close we were. Not physically, but emotionally. They /liked/ me. As a friend. The realization that in real life, we barely knew each other sent on odd wave of nostalgia through me.
The last thing, and most prominant, I remembered were the two faces. Two boys- for a lack of a better word. Their angelic faces had made me feel woozy in my dream. But now, lying awake, I could not remember what they looked like. I struggled with my mind to recover the knowledge. I longed to see the beautiful faces that had filled my dream.
It was hopeless. I sighed and rolled over on my side to look at the clock on the bedside table. 6:38, it read. Only 20 minutes from the time when I usually got up for school. I took a deep breath, and got out of bed.