Author's Note

The character's name is pronounced kuh-LAY-uh. :) Enjoy

KPOV

Forks highschool was the perfect transition for me into what my sisters described as the 'real world'. Unlike most like me, I yearned to venture beyond our shielding marble walls. For what I was, there wasn't much damage that anyone out there could do to me, it was the humans who should worry about what I was capable of doing to them. However, they were astoundingly oblivious to the truth. There was an entire world beyond they're incompetent eyes. As was there a whole world beyond my speculating eyes.

I decided grade eleven was an appropriate to start my new life in. My height would question my age were it not for my mature face. Being short was something my kind were pretty much stuck with. It seemed sort of a given if you really gave it some thought though. But I seemed to fit in quite well in forks. Aside from the occasional abnormally tall human, I didn't stand out.

Although there were few students in the Forks Highschool, it was still fairly crowded as I maneuverered my way towards my first class. Calculus was first, which was really unfortunate. I don't think anyone really wants to start off their day with math and numbers. There were a few kids scattered around the classroom when I sauntered in, and their eyes focussed on my unfamiliar face as I took my pick from the available seats. People around here really weren't used to new faces were they? A blonde boy walked towards me and sat casually in the desk next me.

"Hey, haven't seen you before." he stated with a welcoming smile.

I smiled to one side and spoke. "Nope, just moved here."

"Ah, cool cool. I'm Mike by the way." he introduced himself with a nod.

"Kalea" I stated.

He nodded with a smile. "So where'd you move from Kalea?" he questioned.

I was about to answer-I had my entire life story made up in case people like Mike had to enquire about my personal life so soon after meeting me- when other students began filing in.

"Ehey! New kid!" a voice boomed. I turned to see a large 'boy' -although he looked far too mature to be considered a boy- beaming at his new entertainment. I eyed him speculatively. "Kid?" I asked, not liking that name. He had no idea how much I was not a kid.

"You and me, same age buddy." I pointed out, but he shook his head. I raised one eyebrow.

"Not unless you're a twelfth-grader." Damn, I forgot I was in advanced math, meaning I'd be in a split class. I recovered quickly.

"What's one year?"

"Enough for me to-" he began but was quickly cut off. "Emmet," the teacher spoke firmly. "Take a seat please." he said eyeing him from above his glasses.

"Yes sir, Mr. Bradley." Emmet said teasingly and winked at me before sitting down. I just turned to face the front my expression unchanged. Perhaps with Characters like Emmet math wouldn't be such a bore. But something occurred to me as Emmet pranced unusually gracefully to his seat. There was a faint change in sent in the room, and it drafted towards me when his movement stirred the air. I couldn't quite put my finger around it though. I tugged at my mind all class as I struggled to remember through all my studies back home, why that scent was so strangely familiar.