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      High school. The official definition for high school was as followed: a school that typically comprises grades nine through twelve, attended after primary school or middle school. To different teenagers, the meaning of high school was very different. Some might think the definition of high school was "personal hell" or "Satan's headquarters" while other teenagers thought it was "the place where you really find yourself." All of these things weren't incorrect. High school might have been great for one person and absolutely awful for the next.

      Sloane Saunders defined high school as the perfect play. 

      Here, at Forks High School, it was her time to shine. The setting, a rainy town in Washington that she'd been living in for the past three months with her aunt Rachel and uncle Brandon. The plot, the first day at a new school with faces she hadn't seen since kindergarten. And the character, the new girl who was determined to not let anyone know about why she ended up living there. Sloane was determined to be happy. She'd been doing alright for the past three months, but being locked up in a house where she could be alone with her thoughts was an extremely different scenario than being thrown into a mix of kids her age, most of whom didn't care about anything substantial. Even though she'd been trying to, for the sake of the aunt and uncle that had taken her in, she didn't have to hide her grieving around them because they knew what was wrong. These new kids, at a new school, didn't know and probably didn't care.

      The morning of her first day, Sloane slipped into an outfit consisting of jeans, a plain black V-neck, and one of her grandmother's heavier jackets. She had experienced Forks's colder weather for the past three months (it mattered none that it was the middle of May when she had moved to the wet and rainy town) and knew better than to try and leave the house without it. She had also become accustomed to the fact that wearing makeup was pointless, considering it would rain halfway through the day, so she simply made her way down the hall, where her aunt was flipping a pancake on a skillet.

      If there were two people who were affected by Amy and Garrett Saunders's death more than Sloane, it was her aunt Rachel and uncle Brandon. For three months they'd had to put up with Sloane's bouts of sadness as well as become accustomed to taking care of a teenager that didn't belong to them. Sloane was proud to say that they were doing extremely well, save for a few moments in which they'd forgotten that it was a mandatory task was to take Sloane to a counselor to talk about the death of her parents, but the sessions were over now and they no longer had to worry about that. Rachel smiled and looked over at Sloane when she walked into the kitchen, holding up the skillet as a way of greeting.

      "Morning, kiddo," Rachel said happily, scooping out the pancake with a spatula and sliding it onto a plate. "We've got jam, jelly, butter, syrup, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, fruit. Anything you want." Sloane made a mental note to thank both her aunt and uncle at the end of the day, since she knew that before she had moved in, they had no reason to buy chocolate syrup, whipped cream, or the strawberries they knew Sloane liked (considering her uncle Brandon was allergic). "And then, we have orange juice and milk, the latter of which you can mix some chocolate syrup into to make chocolate milk. There's water as well, but water's boring."

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