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    The Decision to Live

    His face was composed but he had his jaw clenched, his posture was rigid and his golden eyes had the tiniest of black swimming in its center. Nevertheless, he was one of the few perfect personifications of beauty.

    His hair that was set in a casual dissaray, similar to Edward’s style, was the same shade as mine but it had streaks of a lighter brown where the faint sunlight hit it.

    His body was the same build as Edward’s; his skin gave of the same glow and whiteness as the Cullens’. And if I only saw him walk up to his chair, I was sure that he was as graceful as them, gliding, no, dancing along the floor.

    A chill went up my spine as I realized that he could pass of as Edward’s twin. The only difference was his hair. I forced myself to look away as a sudden anger boiled up from inside me.

    I knew it was wrong to be mad at someone you just met and don’t know anything about, but for me, this was different. I was mad at him for bringing back emotions I was desperately trying to lock up. I was mad at him for acting so familiar beside me. I was mad at him for bringing back memories I didn’t want to remember yet. But most of all, I was mad at him for coming to Forks and being… one of them.

     

    The cafeteria buzzed with excitement that afternoon during lunch. That was unusual since lunch was always somehow subdued— well, it was for me.

    One moment, I thought I had gone deaf– there was sudden silence. And then, like a domino effect, every eye was at the door.

    There were three people there. Actually, they weren’t people. They were far too gorgeous to be considered people, far too perfect to be even considered human. They were vampires. But of course, I was the only person in the room who knew that, thanks to my out of the ordinary past.

    The girl, hand in hand with the eldest looking boy had mahogany hair that curled, elaborately to her waist. She was only slightly taller than Alice but never mind her height– if Rosalie was here, she would be up for some healthy competition. I was also stunned by her movements. She was like a ballerina on air.

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