Candy Store
Chapter 1
Forks High is fairly small -pretty easy to figure out- but even so I've been assigned a mentor, someone to guide me through my first day.
As I sit in the front office, leg bouncing up and down, I check my watch -8:15- she should be here any minute. Right on cue, I hear a high, tinkling voice and Ms. Cope's eyes flicker up from her desk just as it greets, 'Good morning.'
Her voice is wind-chimes. Her step real light. I barely hear soft pattering as she approaches from around a corner. I stand, knowing she's almost near. Smooth out my shirt and my hair. Put on my best smile.
When she rounds that corner, I'm faced with a dark haired Tinkerbell. She's tiny, the top of her head not even reaching my shoulders, and slight. Everything about this girl screams delicate, fragile. But not her eyes. Those eyes are baked brownies, warm and sweet and smiling at me like we're already best friends.
'Good morning,' I say. 'I'm Jasper Whitlock. You must be Mary-Alice.'
As I sit in the front office, leg bouncing up and down, I check my watch -8:15- she should be here any minute. Right on cue, I hear a high, tinkling voice and Ms. Cope's eyes flicker up from her desk just as it greets, 'Good morning.'
Her voice is wind-chimes. Her step real light. I barely hear soft pattering as she approaches from around a corner. I stand, knowing she's almost near. Smooth out my shirt and my hair. Put on my best smile.
When she rounds that corner, I'm faced with a dark haired Tinkerbell. She's tiny, the top of her head not even reaching my shoulders, and slight. Everything about this girl screams delicate, fragile. But not her eyes. Those eyes are baked brownies, warm and sweet and smiling at me like we're already best friends.
'Good morning,' I say. 'I'm Jasper Whitlock. You must be Mary-Alice.'