(n) the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place

Jessica had never been depressed. She had been shy and isolated, but she was happy— so happy. Being alone for her had never meant being lonely. Books had been her companions.

She still believed in magic, in fairy tales, in love. She looked for the quiet moments when people would care.

Being a Bella was something new. She had people. She was part of a group— a group that claimed her as their own (even if they didn't know her name). It was something foreign, but welcomed.

She was a part of it all, but somehow still on the fringe.