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    Convince Me

    So I was headed off to Forks High School. As I pulled into the parking lot a little faster than I should have, I noticed that my car would most definitely stick out here. Everyone had varied boring shades of color to their cars, and they were mostly old Toyotas and Fords with a Chevy here and there. Nothing new. I chuckled to myself as I realized that I was the oldest person – or being rather – but I had the newest car. Ironic.

    I walked over to the building labeled ‘Office’ and strode through the doors with grace. I walked up to the counter, and the receptionist glanced up, realized she didn’t know me – there was a small populace of students here – and asked my name.

    “Isabella Swan,” I responded in a perfect, musical voice, and the receptionist blinked slowly before turning to a stack of papers. I smiled inwardly. We had that effect on people.

    “Here you are Miss Swan,” She handed me a small pile of papers. “I hope you find all of your classes alright, and that you find Forks to your liking.

    “Thank you so much,” I flashed her a brilliant smile and turned to walk out into the grey morning drizzle again.

    I looked down at my list of junior classes – I was bitten at about eighteen, but I don’t remember it at all – and smiled. Spanish, Trigonometry, English, PE and Biology… Nothing I couldn’t handle.

    My assumption turned out to be correct, and the six hours of monotony went by faster than I’d originally thought.

    Everyone seemed to love me, which was fine, but in cases such as Mike Newton, it was just highly annoying.

    The blonde surfer wannabe followed me around all day, and I almost lost it and used my full power of convincement on him to make him go away, but I abstained. Besides, I’d rather watch him try and be rejected publicly instead of seemingly ‘changing his mind.’

    That’s what I did. At the beginning, I could only persuade people to say the truth instead of lie, and I could do so completely undetected, albeit a bit messily. I discovered if I did it to one person over and over, their brain went slightly addled for a while.

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