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〃Bella;〃 she wrote… 



Why haven't you emailed me yet? What are you waiting for? Mom。 



The last was from this morning。 



Isabella; 

If I haven't heard from you by 5:30 p。m。 today I'm calling Charlie。 



I checked the clock。 I still had an hour; but my mom was well known for 

jumping the gun。 



Mom; 

Calm down。 I'm writing right now。 Don't do anything rash。 

Bella。 



I sent that; and began again。 



Mom; 

Everything is great。 Of course it's raining。 I was waiting for something 
to write about。 School isn't bad; just a little repetitive。 I met some 
nice kids who sit by me at lunch。 

Your blouse is at the dry cleaners  you were supposed to pick it up 
Friday。 

Charlie bought me a truck; can you believe it? I love it。 It's old; but 
really sturdy; which is good; you know; for me。 

I miss you; too。 I'll write again soon; but I'm not going to check my 
email every five minutes。 Relax; breathe。 I love you。 

Bella。 



I had decided to read Wuthering Heights — the novel we were currently 
studying in English — yet again for the fun of it; and that's what I was 
doing when Charlie came home。 I'd lost track of the time; and I hurried 
downstairs to take the potatoes out and put the steak in to broil。 

〃Bella?〃 my father called out when he heard me on the stairs。 

Who else? I thought to myself。 

〃Hey; Dad; wele home。〃 

〃Thanks。〃 He hung up his gun belt and stepped out of his boots as I 
bustled about the kitchen。 As far as I was aware; he'd never shot the gun 
on the job。 But he kept it ready。 When I came here as a child; he would 
always remove the bullets as soon as he walked in the door。 I guess he 
considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident; and not 
depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose。 

〃What's for dinner?〃 he asked warily。 My mother was an imaginative cook; 
and her experiments weren't always edible。 I was surprised; and sad; that 
he seemed to remember that far back。 

〃Steak and potatoes;〃 I answered; and he looked relieved。 

He seemed to feel awkward standing in the kitchen doing nothing; he 
lumbered into the living room to watch TV while I worked。 We were both 
more fortable that way。 I made a salad while the steaks cooked; and 
set the table。 

I called him in when dinner was ready; and he sniffed appreciatively as 
he walked into the room。 

〃Smells good; Bell。〃 

〃Thanks。〃 

We ate in silence for a few minutes。 It wasn't unfortable。 Neither of 

us was bothered by the quiet。 In some ways; we were well suited for 
living together。 

〃So; how did you like school? Have you made any friends?〃 he asked as he 
was taking seconds。 

〃Well; I have a few classes with a girl named Jessica。 I sit with her 
friends at lunch。 And there's this boy; Mike; who's very friendly。 
Everybody seems pretty nice。〃 With one outstanding exception。 

〃That must be Mike Newton。 Nice kid — nice family。 His dad owns the 
sporting goods store just outside of town。 He makes a good living off all 
the backpackers who e through here。〃 

〃Do you know the Cullen family?〃 I asked hesitantly。 

〃Dr。 Cullen's family? Sure。 Dr。 Cullen's a great man。〃 

〃They… the kids… are a little different。 They don't seem to fit in very 
well at school。〃 

Charlie surprised me by looking angry。 

〃People in this town;〃 he muttered。 〃Dr。 Cullen is a brilliant surgeon 
who could probably work in any hospital in the world; make ten times the 
salary he gets here;〃 he continued; getting louder。 〃We're lucky to have 
him — lucky that his wife wanted to live in a small town。 He's an asset 
to the munity; and all of those kids are well behaved and polite。 I 
had my doubts; when they first moved in; with all those adopted 
teenagers。 I thought we might have some problems with them。 But they're 
all very mature — I haven't had one speck of trouble from any of them。 
That's more than I can say for the children of some folks who have lived 
in this town for generations。 And they stick together the way a family 
should — camping trips every other weekend… Just because they're 
newers; people have to talk。〃 

It was the longest speech I'd ever heard Charlie make。 He must feel 
strongly about whatever people were saying。 

I backpedaled。 〃They seemed nice enough to me。 I just noticed they kept 
to themselves。 They're all very attractive;〃 I added; trying to be more 
plimentary。 

〃You should see the doctor;〃 Charlie said; laughing。 〃It's a good thing 
he's happily married。 A lot of the nurses at the hospital have a hard 
time concentrating on their work with him around。〃 

We lapsed back into silence as we finished eating。 He cleared the table 
while I started on the dishes。 He went back to the TV; and after I 
finished washing the dishes by hand — no dishwasher — I went upstairs 
unwillingly to work on my math homework。 I could feel a tradition in the 
making。 

That night it was finally quiet。 I fell asleep quickly; exhausted。 

The rest of the week was uneventful。 I got used to the routine of my 
classes。 By Friday I was able to recognize; if not name; almost all the 
students at school。 In Gym; the kids on my team learned not to pass me 
the ball and to step quickly in front of me if the other team tried to 
take advantage of my weakness。 I happily stayed out of their way。 

Edward Cullen didn't e back to school。 

Every day; I watched anxiously until the rest of the Cullens entered the 
cafeteria without him。 Then I could relax and join in the lunchtime 
conversation。 Mostly it centered around a trip to the La Push Ocean Park 
in two weeks that Mike was putting together。 I was invited; and I had 
agreed to go; more out of politeness than desire。 Beaches should be hot 
and dry。 

By Friday I was perfectly fortable entering my Biology class; no 
longer worried that Edward would be there。 For all I knew; he had dropped 

out of school。 I tried not to think about him; but I couldn't totally 
suppress the worry that I was responsible for his continued absence; 
ridiculous as it seemed。 

My first weekend in Forks passed without incident。 Charlie; unused to 
spending time in the usually empty house; worked most of the weekend。 I 
cleaned the house; got ahead on my homework; and wrote my mom more 
bogusly cheerful email。 I did drive to the library Saturday; but it was 
so poorly stocked that I didn't bother to get a card; I would have to 
make a date to visit Olympia or Seattle soon and find a good bookstore。 I 
wondered idly what kind of gas mileage the truck got… and shuddered at 
the thought。 

The rain stayed soft over the weekend; quiet; so I was able to sleep well。 

People greeted me in the parking lot Monday morning。 I didn't know all 
their names; but I waved back and smiled at everyone。 It was colder this 
morning; but happily not raining。 In English; Mike took his accustomed 
seat by my side。 We had a pop quiz on Wuthering Heights。 It was 
straightforward; very easy。 

All in all; I was feeling a lot more fortable than I had thought I 
would feel by this point。 More fortable than I had ever expected to 
feel here。 

When we walked out of class; the air was full of swirling bits of white。 
I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other。 The wind bit at my 
cheeks; my nose。 

〃Wow;〃 Mike said。 〃It's snowing。〃 

I looked at the little cotton fluffs that were building up along the 
sidewalk and swirling erratically past my face。 

〃Ew。〃 Snow。 There went my good day。 

He looked surprised。 〃Don't you like snow?〃 

〃No。 That means it's too cold for rain。〃 Obviously。 〃Besides; I thought 
it was supposed to e down in flakes — you know; each one unique and 
all that。 These just look like the ends of Qtips。〃 

〃Haven't you ever seen snow fall before?〃 he asked incredulously。 

〃Sure I have。〃 I paused。 〃On TV。〃 

Mike laughed。 And then a big; squishy ball of dripping snow smacked into 
the back of his head。 We both turned to see where it came from。 I had my 
suspicions about Eric; who was walking away; his back toward us — in the 
wrong direction for his next class。 Mike appatently had the same notion。 
He be

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