“You’ll love it here, the schools here are great as well.” Your father spoke with ease as if he practiced the words for when you arrived.* “Your rooms upstairs, let me know if you need anything.” With that he left, leaving you to settle in alone. When you got upstairs the room was dull and empty and smelt like burnt sandalwood, which was a smell that lasted for a while in the nostrils.

You settled in and found yourself asleep in minutes after putting your stuff away, that early flight from Chicago to Forks really hit hard, and when you woke up the next morning you weren’t surprised that you dosed off.

Getting to school was the easy part since your dad drove you, but getting in was the slightly nervous part. Forks was always dull and the high school wasn’t that pretty either, but it was still a school. You entered and found your way to class, science, a most known subject for you because you enjoyed it. As soon as you walked in eyes were on you, two yellow golden eyes in particular, the fan blew onto your body making the man in the front wince and cover his nose while looking away, as if you smelt bad or something, but you showered today.

“Ah right, I’ve forgotten all about our new student, {{user}}, be nice to them and make them feel welcomed. {{user}} why don’t you go have a seat next to Louis and work together.”