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Deep Blue Eyes

Prologue: Beginnings

POV: Francoise

The first thing Francoise heard when she woke up that morning was the annoying beeping sound of her alarm.

The second was the rain hitting the panes of her window.

Groaning, she rolled over and hit the snooze button, dragging her eyelids open. She blinked a few times, and then glared at the small, glowing numbers.

It is way too early to be getting up, she thought as she shuffled out of her bed and went about her usual early-morning routine.

Francoise looked at herself in the mirror. Pale skin, blue eyes, golden-blonde hair that curled gently and fell just below her shoulders. There was nothing special or overly beautiful about her. She did admit that she could be beautiful. But it never really showed unless she was in the sun. The sun almost never shone on the cloudy little town of Forks, Washington. She had no color here – everything was either the depressing gray of the overcast sky or the dark green of the surrounding forest. Of all the places she could have moved to, she just had to choose this one.

Walking to her car, Francoise glanced back at the small house, feeling the depression settle into her again as she braced herself for another long day. A few drops of rain splatter onto her face, and she hurried toward the car, pulling her jacket closer to her body until she could turn on the heater. She’d been here for three weeks, and had yet to see one day without rain.

She climbed into the cab of the truck, a small, beat-up little red Chevy that had been her brother’s before – she cut that thought off before it could go any further. The last thing she needed was to go on yet another crying jag right before school started.

School.

Francoise couldn’t control the frown that crossed her face, or the feeling of dread that welled up in her stomach when she thought of school. She had actually been trying to avoid going back. Hence the reason why she had waited for three weeks to actually start going, despite the fact that she knew she would start falling behind. She was transferring in the middle of the year, and after the new semester had started. That would have made her stick out in any school. Forks High, however, had a grand total of about four hundred students. It was bound to be horrific. Especially since she didn’t really want to “socialize.”

Her brother had often teased her about her lack of social interaction, calling her his little, middle-aged sister. Francoise secretly suspected that there was something wrong with her somewhere. If she’d never been able to find a place in Phoenix, in a school with over a thousand students, how was she supposed to fit in here?

It was worse though.

Before, she had at least wanted to be a normal teenager. Before she had made the effort to try to fit in. Before, she had at least had people she said hello to when they passed each other in the hallways. Before, she had had her brother, her rock, to help her.

Now, she just wanted to be left alone.