Amethyst stared down Forks High School angrily from her car, not wanting to set foot into the insultingly small buildings. It had to be a joke – no high school should be allowed to operate with less than 400 students enrolled.

She sighed and dropped her head forward, smacking it on the steering wheel, before staring angrily at that as well. Driving to school every day was going to be the worst. The subway, on the other hand, was much more convenient.

Checking her watch, Amethyst contemplated glaring at that as well. She only had 20 minutes left before her first class, and she still had to find out what that class actually would be.

The rain didn't sound as if it would let up, so Amethyst reached over and grabbed her umbrella from the passenger's seat, shoved her bag onto her shoulder, took a deep breath and stepped out into the rain.

Her first thought: high heels were not going to work as well as she thought they would that morning. The shoes had almost no traction on the slightly flooded lot where she had parked, and she could feel the heel sinking into a random break in the asphalt. Trying to get it out of the crack with as much grace as possible, Amethyst slammed her car door shut and began to venture her way to the so-called high school.

The maroon bricks glared right back at her as Amethyst walked toward the first building, slightly grateful for the sign labeling it as the front office. The shrubs along the sidewalk scratched at her bare legs, making her readjust her pencil skirt in annoyance.

Amethyst closed her umbrella and stared around the office in disdain, noticing folding chairs and plants in plastic containers covering every corner. The typical bulletin board and annoyingly loud clock made the office seem overly cliché.

A large red-haired woman came up to the bar in the middle of the room, jumping slightly when she noticed Amethyst. The girl smirked as the woman adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat before actually addressing her.

"Good morning, dear. What can I help you with?"

The politeness made Amethyst twitch a bit internally. "I need my schedule. I'm Amethyst Ashford."

"Oh, of course!" The woman immediately began rifling through papers with a huge smile on her face. "You would be Amethyst, coming all the way to Forks from New York! We're excited to have you here." She brandished three pieces of paper, looking back up to Amethyst. The woman's smile faltered slightly at Amethyst's blank look.

Getting closer to the desk, Amethyst slid a hand over her hair to put any strays back in place. "Did my transcripts transfer correctly?"

"They did," the woman, Ms. Cope the nameplate on her desk read, replied. She seemed significantly less warm at Amethyst's cool response. "You have certain advanced placement classes due to your test scores, and we worked with your previous school to see if our curriculum differed enough that you would have to retake a class already on your transcript. We, unfortunately, do not have the same variety of classes to offer as your previous school."

Resisting the urge to snort, Amethyst looked over the paperwork Ms. Cope had laid out in front of her. There was a schedule, a map and a form which made her raise an eyebrow. "What do I do with the form?"

Ms. Cope gave a half-hearted chuckle. "Your teachers will have to sign off next to their classes on the other one just to ensure you're going to your classes and everything is going well. They know the drill. You'll bring the paper back at the end of the day."

"Thanks," Amethyst said, picking up her papers and turning to walk out.

"Wait, do you want help with finding your classes?"

Rolling her eyes, Amethyst glanced at the map. "I'll be fine." She walked halfway back to the door, pausing slightly and remembering this was not New York City. "Thank you, though."

The response was slightly surprised. "Of course, dear. We hope you like it here."

That one made her bite her tongue as she stepped back into the rain. Cursing herself for grabbing her coat without a hood, Amethyst reopened her umbrella and glanced at her schedule, noting she had to make her way to the fourth building.

Even though the November air was nipping at her legs, she didn't rush to the building. Instead, Amethyst paused to watch the student lot fill up and was surprised to see her 2002 Jetta was one of the nicer cars out there. It seemed as if most students were staying in the lot to gather into their typical groups.

Checking her watch again quickly, Amethyst knew she was still early and did not want to be the first person to class. She took a minute to find the bathroom on her map and headed that direction.

Finding the correct building with minimal difficulty, she walked into the thankfully empty bathroom. The rain had caused slight frizz in her stick straight sheets of brunette hair which she calmed with her hands. She quickly unbuttoned the black and white checkered pea cot she had donned so she could adjust her white t-shirt underneath, making sure it tucked smoothly into her skirt.

Amethyst glanced up into the mirror distrustfully, her electric blue eyes drawn to the makeup on the right side of her face. While her makeup was expensive and should have held, there was a very dark bruise around her eye and temple she did not want people to see her first day at school.

Although she wasn't happy with what she saw, it would have to suffice. Amethyst nodded to herself, fixed her hair one more time and closed up her jacket before turning on her heel.

A small crowd surprised her when she pushed the door open. Students were at their lockers in groups and people were just standing in the middle of the hallway talking. Rolling her eyes to herself, she looked straight forward as she left the building to head to her first class. Whispers echoed around her as her heels clacked loudly, but she refused to acknowledge any of them.

Not bothering with her umbrella outside, Amethyst took some quick steps to get back to the building for her class. She nodded when some guy held the door open for her, most likely staring at her ass. Amethyst stepped in and wanted to groan as everyone turned to stare at her but refused to break for these people.

She had spent too long living with people staring and talking about her in hushed voices for this tiny town to break her.