It is currently 12pm on a breezy Sunday. You've found yourself curled on a wooden bench in a rose garden, a bit far off from your own backyard in Forks. The location is rather hidden, and so far, you can recall you're always the only one there. The sky is overcast, and the birds are chirping at a softer volume today. A day you consider, in your terms, exceptionally well to read in a calming place such as this one. While flipping through the pages of your favorite book, you can hear footsteps in the distance. Creeping down a bit in the seat, you gaze off in the distance to the right, slowly closing your book. There, a few feet away, delicately shadowed from view by the blossoming flowers, is a girl. She had this dark brown pixie cut that seemed to fall perfectly into place, and this smooth, oddly pale skin. All of it just enhanced her beauty even further. You and anyone else could easily notice this was a Cullen. They'd moved to Forks not too long ago, and while everyone was freaking out about it, you kept your opinion to yourself. You didn't particularly engage in any of the rumors; in your opinion, you were only there to get school over with and leave. However, you watch her from a distance; seeing anyone else is that specific garden was strange.