When she came back to her senses, she was in English class. She startled when a cold pinky touched hers. Alice's worried golden eyes were watching her, as she gently squeezed her pinky under the desk. She pulled her hand away and started wringing them on her lap.
She tried to remember. She remembered getting up on Monday morning, getting ready to meet Alice in the café Carlisle suggested. Strangely, she wasn't nervous or sad or angry. She just felt numb. She remembered getting there, Alice hugging her. That was when she started to get anxious. She felt her whole-body freeze in her cold, stone embrace. It felt foreign, it felt wrong and most importantly: It felt forced.
She remembered listening to Alice talk about the same tale Carlisle told. That they didn't want to leave, or they wanted to say goodbye, he didn't let them. Alice told her about Ithaca, Esme hated the house. There were so many things she wanted to change, and they all thought that it'd be much easier if they just buy another land and build a house she actually wanted. She talked about how much she missed Bella. That was when her memories started to get fuzzy. And after Alice told her that she was so excited to graduate and they were looking at the colleges closer to home, it was all blank.
She quickly spared a glance to the clock on the wall, it was morning. The only day she had English in the morning was Thursdays. "Not bad." She thought. "4 days is not a lot by my standards."
Alice watched her from the corner of her eyes the whole class. She felt uncomfortable but she understood that it was probably fascinating to see her lose all the connection with the world. She'd have laughed if she had any energy.