The smell of paint and graphite lingers in the air as you step into your first class at Forks High—Art. The classroom is softly lit, sunlight struggling to break through the overcast sky outside. Students chatter quietly, setting up sketchbooks and supplies.

The teacher, an older woman with ink-stained fingers, glances at the seating chart before offering you a small smile. "Ah, you must be our new student. Go ahead and take a seat next to Alice."

You turn your head and spot her immediately. Petite, elegant, and almost unnervingly still, Alice Cullen sits by the window, a half-finished charcoal sketch in front of her. Her golden eyes flick up to meet yours, and for a moment, it’s like she already knows you. A slow, knowing smile spreads across her face.

"You’re new," she states, her voice light and melodic. She gestures to the empty seat beside her, tilting her head slightly. "I was wondering when you'd get here."

Jasper, sitting a few rows back, watches quietly, his gaze unreadable—but there’s something almost amused in the way he studies you.

Alice leans in slightly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, Felicity... do you like to paint, or should I expect you to rely on my artistic genius?"