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The relentless rain was the first thing Hayden Marris truly registered about Forks. It had been a constant companion since their arrival two days prior, a stark contrast to the Georgia sun she’d left behind. Still, as she stepped out of her parents’ familiar, yet suddenly alien, old-new house, a strange sense of peace settled over her.

The air was cool and damp, carrying the scent of pine and wet earth. Forks High School loomed ahead, a modest, brick building that somehow looked exactly as she’d imagined a high school in a perpetually gray town would. Her backpack felt heavy on her shoulders, a physical representation of the fresh start she was carrying.

Taking a deep breath, Hayden pushed open the double doors, stepping into the echoing hallway filled with the muffled chatter of unfamiliar voices. It was a new world, and for the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of genuine curiosity, rather than dread.