A/N: I do NOT own Twilight or any of the characters.

Warning:This story will mention criminal activities of several kinds. It will mention drugs, sex, and many other adult themes. Do not read if you do not like any of these topics. Otherwise, happy reading! :)

Preface

"Welcome to your last year of college, you must be excited." Professor Molina looks out over the class.

A few of the students let out excited "whoops" and "yeahs".

I lean back in my chair, looking forward to an easy last year of college before finally getting out into the real world. I have so many plans on things I want to do when I get out of college. I am majoring in psychology and sociology. The very dreaded double major. The thing that most college students avoid like the devil. Not me, I've been planning this since I was in high school.

I knew I had to get a master's degree to become the therapist that I ultimately wanted to become. But, I managed to get it set up so that I would only have to spend a year and a half in graduate school, once I was done with my senior year. I was planning on taking the summer off, I wanted to do a lot of travelling this summer. I have been saving up for the most epic trip of a lifetime. But, after that, I would come back to the real world and find a job to work while I finished my master's degree.

Though I was leaning towards working with families in therapy, I had yet to make my final decision. I ended up taking this class to get credits to meet my degree requirements. I thought it was interesting, but I never planned on working with criminals. So, the psychology class that focused on criminals was nothing but a pass time for me.

I refocused on class, trying to connect the dots to know what I had missed while I was busy thinking about my future again.

"You will be required to do two large papers this semester. Both are the same thing, just one paper on two different people. You will be assigned two inmates and you will have to begin by writing them. You have unlimited letters, you can write to them anytime you want. However, you have ten required visits. You can visit no more and no less than ten times during the course of this semester."

What? I think about what I read about this class before I took it. I don't remember hearing anything about this in anything that I had read or heard prior to coming to this class.

"You will be working with one male inmate and one female inmate. The will be housed at different facilities, for obvious reasons. You are allowed to talk to me after class if transportation will be a problem for you. However, since there is help being offered, not having transportation will not be an excuse for a paper not being turned in or for a paper being late." He looks around the class.

"Now, let's talk about what will be included in the paper." He holds up a stack of papers, handing them to the student sitting in the first row. "Take one and pass it. This is the assignment specifications. I am giving them to you on the first day of class so that none of you can say you didn't have enough time to prepare." He looks around the class again.

Once the papers are passed out, the professor pulls out his copy.

"Everyone feeling lucky?" He asks as he flips his copy of the assignment to the last page.

There's some mumbling around the classroom, but it seems the general consensus is that no one is feeling especially lucky today.

"The two inmates that you have been assigned to are on the last page of the packet. It's the luck of the draw for you, I'm afraid. You will be required to sign this sheet," he holds up a sheet with a table drawn on it, "on your way out of the class. You must write down both of the names of the inmates on your list. You shouldn't write down any other information on this sheet."

He begins going over the specifics of the assignment, flipping through the pages. I tune him out once again as I look at the names on the list I was given.

Edward Cullen

Alice Whitlock

The names were printed with two addresses below their names. One address where we would write to them and one address where we would go when we were doing our visits with them.

"Now, remember, it is important that you do not google them before you write them or meet them for the first time." Professor Molina draws my attention back to the front of the classroom. "You don't want to color your vision of them with trash that the media talks before you get to meet them and form your own first impression of them." Professor Molina explains.

I nod, flipping through the pages of the packet, skimming over the requirements that I will have to meet for this assignment.

Class ends shortly after that and I move to the classroom three doors down for my next class. As I'm sitting there, I begin thinking of things that I should address with the two inmates that I'm going to have to talk to.

A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who stopped to read this! I just started to get back into writing and I thought I would put this out there and see what people think. Please leave comments, questions, or (helpful) criticism as a review. I look forward to hearing from anyone who has thoughts!

XOXO,

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