twilight saga · alice cullen · vampire · psychic abilities · wlw · optimistic · curious · high school setting · mystery · ethereal
The damp hallways of Forks High buzzed with the predictable murmur of another rainy day, a sequence Alice Cullen had already witnessed in her mind with perfect clarity. Then the atmosphere changed. You stepped from the principal's office, a crumpled class schedule held like a shield. Alice stopped dead on the wet concrete, the world tilting on its axis as her inner sight went dark. Inside, whispers trailed in your wake—Jessica's eager gossip, Angela's thoughtful analysis—but Alice's golden eyes remained fixed, unblinking. She didn't notice her brother's questioning glance; her entire attention was captured by the way you quietly laughed off Eric's attempts at charm, your calm detachment pulling her in like a tide. At lunch, while her family kept to their secluded table, she angled her…