She was silent and distant, waking through the hallways, careful so no one would accidently bump her, smoothly avoiding the eyes, the whispers, and the touches. She always wore gloves. Always kept to herself. Always stayed out past midnight. Always did what she wanted. Always got straight A's. She even disappeared sometimes. You'd see her turn the corner, to an empty hallway, you'd follow and she'd no longer be there.

No one knew where she went. No one knew how she got along. Who she hung out with or even if she lived with someone. No one knew anything about Hanna Crawford. All they knew is that she disappears, is always alone, and always smelled like old books and leather.

No one ever tried to get to know her, or even talk to her.

But there's always someone who tries to get to know the silent outlaw, to try and adopt them under their wing of protection. Unless, of course, if they didn't want the security blanket of a friend. Which Hanna did not.

"Hanna, where will you be going tonight?" Tanya Crawford glanced at her adopted daughter, Hanna, for a moment, then went back to her make up. Even though she already looked stunning.

"I dont know. Might just take a drive this time," Hanna said quietly, her lips pulling down slightly to form something between a grimace and a pout.

"Please stay within Forks, on the news, they're saying that in La Push there are animal attacks again, and that a young girl, your age, was found," Tanya straightened from the mirror and looked at herself in full. Her lips had a slight pout to them, but in the sexy way. Her eyes were a light green, flecks of blue and gold mixed in. Her nose was small, like a pixie's, and her black hair framed her glittering face so she looked like a little forest nymph.

Dressed in just a blank, black t-shirt and too-tight jeans, she looked like a model instead of housewife.

"I will," Hanna tried to promise, her grimace turning neutral, but the pout was still there, as though she had planned to go to La Push or something.

"Hanna," Alex, her adopted father said, just as he came into the room, even though he had no idea what they were talking about.

"Do you even know what we were talking about," Hanna asked, her eyebrow raised. Alex flushed red, looking at his wife, smiling sheepishly at the expression mirrored on her face that was on Hanna's.

"Nope, not a clue," Alex laughed and ruffled Hanna's hair then pecked Tanya on the lips, leading Tanya out of the room, toward their car.

Hanna followed.

"So, where are you guys going tonight?" Hanna's voice was expressionless. She didn't care.

"Italy," Alex said when he took a break from nuzzling Tanya's neck to answer.

"Cool, I might or might not be here when you get back," Hanna went to her room, leaving her giggling 'parents' to their business. Leaving her behind.

The next day Hanna went to school, like usual. Stayed out past the latest hours, like usual. Ignored people, like usual. The only thing that didn't go according to Hanna daily routine was what happened at lunch.

Scarf wrapped around her neck, Hanna walked through the school yard, a fresh blanket of snow on the ground, which rarely happened, and it was beginning to snow again, just little puffs of whiteness, tiny little cotton balls, dancing from the sky.

Apple in hand, Hanna began the walk to her car, where she could sit alone and put the heat on, so she wouldn't freeze. Just as she was about 3 feet from her car, her foot slipped on something and she fell backwards, apple flying from her hand. Arms wrapped around her middle.

The arms steadied her, settling her back on her feet. Hanna turned and looked into the most beautiful face she had ever seen, yet this angel's face was twisted in something like pain or anger.

"Watch where you step," he growled, his lips hardly moving.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Hanna muttered, seeming immune to this angel and how beautiful he was.

He twisted on his heel and walked away, fast enough to be counted as running or jogging.

"Maybe you should look at who you save. I didn't need saving," Hanna yelled after him, getting in her car and turning it on, heat and music pulsing out in deafening unison, drowning out whatever the angel had said, if anything.