R A E Frosty finger tips pressed against the passenger sides window, reaching a new shade of white as skin collided with chilled glass, rain droplets splattered by the thousands, sliding down in several transparent streams, yet never actually dampened her skin. The rumbling road beneath tires that carried herself, and her mother, to yet another new district went at a relatively lax fifty miles per hour. Though their windshield wipers swiped furiously along the front of their car, the rain was pouring down enough to make school morning traffic worrisome. Doe eyes on the window, Rae watched diligently as cars whizzed by, attempting to catch view of the driver, or acknowledge their self defining bumper stickers, window decal or the odd few who had their windows rolled down in such cold; as soon as they came, however, they were gone, a piece of life she may never cross paths with again, which was where her mind already was at such an early hour. "We could just say screw it and go get coffee in Seattle," Rae offered casually, pressing her forehead to the window, the wintry emittance eased the slight flush of her face. "I thought you said you weren't nervous?" Chimed her mother, who turned down their soft rock to hear her daughter's expected, over analyzed response. "We only just moved here, you really want to get on the attendance office's bad side already?" "The nerves died a while ago, I'm just tired." "So dramatic, we're not even a week in yet," She slowed their pace a little, knowing they were nearing the very foundation her daughter was dreading. "Give today a chance, just because the last few times didn't go as you hoped, doesn't mean Forks will be the same. Just remember to shield, and if you feel any sudden emotional decline, step outside, it's just you absorbing someone else's problems." "Oh, spare me the optimism," The brunette had to laugh, catching the subtle shake of her mother's head and biting back the rest of what she'd like to say. She caught a glance at herself in the rear view mirror - frown growing as the roads that could have led anywhere behind them, now narrowed into one oversized parking lot, exposing a cross walk and drenched guard, kids by the hundreds. "This is it," She said out loud as her mother's car came to a slow stop just outside the front doors, offering a sympathetic look to her daughter. "My legacy." Lunch. What some students considered the best period of the day, or the life saver if you were estranged or starved enough, but for Rae it was just an awkward blur of a half hour spent in uncomfortable tables, around way too many scents and hormones. Having packed her own meal, she avoided wasting the majority of that hour standing in line, and instead weaved in and out of the accumulated rush before taking a seat in the back, sighing at the lack of windows. Not having a sky to stare at meant she had to keep her gaze at everyone's eye level, and as she finally glanced around and paid mind to her peers for the second time that day, she felt increasingly anxious to leave, accompanied by a hint of regret she wasn't a part of all these social groups. Auras emanated from few, some colorful and other's just a bit of a white, some passed by her and her stomach clenched, whilst other's made her feel warm inside. She pulled out a black grape and popped into her mouth, sighing to herself and instead taking out her favorite book to pretend to be occupied, The Black Swan. E M M E T T "What's got you in a good mood?" "I wouldn't call it a good mood, Jazz. And quit reading me." Emmett valued his strength, though more often than not he felt inferior to the others, a truth he tried to keep suppressed in the darkest corners of his mind so Edward wouldn't dig it up and tell Carlisle. Manipulation, future sight, tampering with emotions and reading someone's mind? So what if he could lift a car, uproot an evergreen - brute strength always proved inferior in the games, comics and series - bronze wasn't accompanied with brains, and was the equivalent of black in contrast with smarts like what his siblings had. It was a little agitating, yet he wasn't the type to dwell - perhaps natural optimism was one trait he had over his family, the constant worriers, ridden with anxiety day and night, too drowned in poetic sorrow to acknowledge the fact they could literally do just about anything - and get away with it, too. "Well, less pessimistic than the rest of us. Believe me, if I could turn it off for a while, I would." Grinned his blonde, technical brother, golden eyes coated with curiosity. They glided through the hallways, with only the locker's standing firm in their presence - humans were either too star struck or fearful to look at them, hormones spiked, blood rose and voices whispered everywhere they went. It was as acknowledged as it was ignored, but the but the obvious social divide between everyone and them was nearly tangible. Which made it harder for Emmett to actually admit looking forward to seeing one of these mortals, though that was what Rose called them, Carlisle insisted that was too gaudy of a label, and Ed argued that we were the real weird ones. "After lunch I'm supposed to brainstorm an essay with - " "Grace!" Alice chirped, spinning around in the middle of their stride through the corridor, though still walking backwards, just before the guys. "He thinks she's cute. Well, Edward told me that part, but I can see him staring at her in fourth period." "Didn't we just have a family talk on privacy?" Emmett inquired with a bit of an agitated clench to his jaw, though he knew in his life there wasn't any such term. Everything was out in the open, even if no one wanted it to be. Edward knew, Alice saw, and Jasper felt, not even calm and collected Carlisle could get by with much. "What about the part where any slip ups mean we have to drop everything and move again?" Rose seethed, offering one of her deadly glares that always meant to snap everyone out of their 'hey we're normal teenagers' fantasy. "You're a spazz," Murmured Emmett, ignoring her harsh stare and instead sweeping into the lunch room, the five of them already having a secured spot in the center, and prop lunches to hold and scoot around for the next half hour.