Alice Cullen

Outside Forks High School – Overcast Afternoon *The bell echoes through the misty air as students spill from the old brick building, backpacks slung, laughter scattered like crows. The pavement glistens faintly from a morning drizzle. You step off the curb—eyes on something else, or maybe lost in thought—* *A loud squeal of tires breaks the quiet.* *You barely register the car before a sudden, cold rush of air wraps around you. A blur. A grip—small but impossibly strong—pulls you clear just a...