Candy Store

Chapter 2

When she places her hand in mine, I notice it’s real warm. Soft too. Her fingers can’t even wrap around mine, they’re so small, but even so, I like the way they feel together, her hand in mine. By the time she’s pulling away, my palms feel a bit clammy.

She says her name is just Alice, that no one’s called her Mary-Alice in years. I wonder at that; wonder why not. I like Mary-Alice. It’s sweet and feminine and reminds me of home. But I guess it’s a little too ‘Bible Belt’ for a place like Forks. I want to ask her if she doesn't like it or if it’s just the kids here who want say it. So I ask.

“You don’t like MaryAlice?” I say.

She smiles a little brighter - I think maybe she’s laughing at me, but I can’t figure out why.

“It’s fine,” she says. “Just a bit of a mouthful.”

Before I can think of anything else, she’s asking for my schedule and I’m giving it to her.

Mary-Alice is a force, energy incarnate, but so sweet it makes my stomach ache.

A week after my first day and she’s still saying 'Hi' and asking me how I’m liking Forks so far. I look her in the eye and I tell her it’s been real nice, that I like it here. I don’t say it’s mostly because of her.