Unlike Stephenie Meyer, I do not dream

of vampires in meadows seducing me

and wanting to eat me

There is not much to say about the town of Forks, Washington - besides that there is always a drop of rain sliding off the edge of every leaf in the heavily wooded scenery. You could say it's gloomy, gray, depressing, etc. It always rains and when it doesn't, the gray clouds always seem to make you think it's about to. It is completely logical as to why the creatures or people who do not seem to enjoy the sunlight would choose to live here.

Routine is not essential to life. Routine is mostly dismissed by others as proof that your life is boring. If you do the same things every day, in the same order, then your life is boring. Your life is routine.

Edward's life was routine. He got up every morning at the same time. He got ready at the same rhythm every day. Today, seeing as it was a Tuesday, he put on his 'Tuesday Jeans'. The same jeans he had worn last Tuesday, and the Tuesday before that but not the one before that because that Tuesday there had been no school. He would probably wear the same jeans the Tuesday of the coming week.

...That fact that this was the most important part of his life was pretty sad.

There was nothing out of the ordinary in his routine. Until he got in his brother's – Jasper - car. Before he got to the back door where he usually sat - to make way for Jasper's girlfriend Alice - , Jasper nudged him to sit in the front. Alice was sick. It wasn't life changing, but for the first time since his brother was rewarded the car for his birthday, he sat in the front. He much preferred the back because the awkwardness of the silence was not so obvious. His incompetence at socializing made Edward just as isolated from his brother than from the rest of the world. For anyone else, those fifteen minutes of pure silence would have made anyone uncomfortable, but it was familiar to Edward. He was used to being ignored and dismissed.

The moment the car was completely parked, he opened the car and walked to class without even saying a "thank you" or a "have a nice day" to his brother. He walked unusually fast. His legs moving faster than any one person's could. He walked as if he had a purpose, but he knew to him there wasn't one. He sped down the hallways in a graceful manner but no one paid him any attention. He knew what the other students thought of him. He heard it all around him but they didn't even have to say a word. He knew what they were thinking. "Freak" they'd call him or "weirdo", "loner". It didn't bother him because he knew they were right. He was a freak.

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