The Art Of Deduction, a twilight fanfic

Act I : The Art Of Deduction

It's incredible what people fail to notice. The world is full of obvious things that which anyone by any chance ever observes. It was obvious that they were different, you'd have to be ignorant to deny it. I think a lot. I notice everything. But I never say a word.

I notice that when faced with the harsh winter weather, their faces do not colour. I notice how they sit at their lunch table, food untouched. I notice how she dazes off, as if dreaming, in class. Turns around and gives the correct answer to whatever question. I notice they never fall ill, only ever absent when the sun is out and about. I notice how murderous he looks least she calm him. How she looks down on us openly in disdain. I notice how flawless they look everyday. Every hair in place, smile frightfully white, faces without even one lock of facial hair.

It was then I notice how they look similar yet different. They are adopted yet they are all pale. They all have golden amber eyes, a colour I have never seen before. Perhaps they all wear contacts, I thought at first. Until I realised that they sometimes have black eyes yet see perfectly fine. Now beauty is in the eye of the beholder, in my eyes they are all beautiful in their own way. They look perfect. Too perfect. Even the most beautiful actresses in the world have their flaws. They don't seem to have any. They are graceful. Far too graceful to be teenagers in the middle of puberty. Their grace is unreal.

I remember one day I was at the grocery store when I saw her. She was buying food for the family it seemed. Chips, soda, meat, egg, all the like. Cart full to the brim, she leaves. A week later she donates food to a shelter. Now with the amount of food she bought-the type of food she bought- they seem like the normal family. However the high sodium diet they are seemingly on should encourage some form of growth...nothing happens.

I'm at the hospital for a check up. He is my doctor. His hands are ice cold and at this point I am not surprised because all their hands are. He instructs me to stand now that it is over. Unsurprisingly, my feet had fallen asleep and I trip and fall. He catches me and it feels like I fell on a stone bench. I thank him and leave.

It was when he stared at her, with such concentration, that I deduced. The Cullens were very peculiar. Suddenly he turns and looks at me out the corner of his eyes. I smiled. The Cullens were indeed strange, but that's none of my business, I think as I sip my green tea. I observe her get closer to them. I observe them break her and come back and pick up the pieces, putting her back together again. I observe her get married with a smile on my face. After all, I'm just her friend. I'm just Angela Weber and who am I to interfere.