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When
the
school
day
was
finally
done
,
and
the
blush
was
fading
out
of
my
cheeks
from
the
volleyball
incident
,
I
changed
quickly
back
into
my
jeans
and
navy
blue
sweater
.
I
hurried
from
the
girls
’
locker
room
,
pleased
to
find
that
I
had
successfully
evaded
my
retriever
friend
for
the
moment
.
I
walked
swiftly
out
to
the
parking
lot
.
It
was
crowded
now
with
fleeing
students
.
I
got
in
my
truck
and
dug
through
my
bag
to
make
sure
I
had
what
I
needed
.
Last
night
I
’
d
discovered
that
Charlie
couldn
’
t
cook
much
besides
fried
eggs
and
bacon
.
So
I
requested
that
I
be
assigned
kitchen
detail
for
the
duration
of
my
stay
.
He
was
willing
enough
to
hand
over
the
keys
to
the
banquet
hall
.
I
also
found
out
that
he
had
no
food
in
the
house
.
So
I
had
my
shopping
list
and
the
cash
from
the
jar
in
the
cupboard
labeled
FOOD
,
MONEY
,
and
I
was
on
my
way
to
the
Thriftway
.
I
gunned
my
deafening
engine
to
life
,
ignoring
the
heads
that
turned
in
my
direction
,
and
backed
carefully
into
a
place
in
the
line
of
cars
that
were
waiting
to
exit
the
parking
lot
.
As
I
waited
,
trying
to
pretend
that
the
earsplitting
rumble
was
coming
from
someone
else
’
s
car
,
I
saw
the
two
Cullens
and
the
Hale
twins
getting
into
their
car
.
It
was
the
shiny
new
Volvo
.
Of
course
.
I
hadn
’
t
noticed
their
clothes
before
-
I
’
d
been
too
mesmerized
by
their
faces
.
Now
that
I
looked
,
it
was
obvious
that
they
were
all
dressed
exceptionally
well
;
simply
,
but
in
clothes
that
subtly
hinted
at
designer
origins
.
With
their
remarkable
good
looks
,
the
style
with
which
they
carried
themselves
,
they
could
have
worn
dishrags
and
pulled
it
off
.
It
seemed
excessive
for
them
to
have
both
looks
and
money
.
But
as
far
as
I
could
tell
,
life
worked
that
way
most
of
the
time
.
It
didn
’
t
look
as
if
it
bought
them
any
acceptance
here
.
No
,
I
didn
’
t
fully
believe
that
.
The
isolation
must
be
their
desire
;
I
couldn
’
t
imagine
any
door
that
wouldn
’
t
be
opened
by
that
degree
of
beauty
.
They
looked
at
my
noisy
truck
as
I
passed
them
,
just
like
everyone
else
.
I
kept
my
eyes
straight
forward
and
was
relieved
when
I
finally
was
free
of
the
school
grounds
.
The
Thriftway
was
not
far
from
the
school
,
just
a
few
streets
south
,
off
the
highway
.
It
was
nice
to
be
inside
the
supermarket
;
it
felt
normal
.
I
did
the
shopping
at
home
,
and
I
fell
into
the
pattern
of
the
familiar
task
gladly
.
The
store
was
big
enough
inside
that
I
couldn
’
t
hear
the
tapping
of
the
rain
on
the
roof
to
remind
me
where
I
was
.
When
I
got
home
,
I
unloaded
all
the
groceries
,
stuffing
them
in
wherever
I
could
find
an
open
space
.
I
hoped
Charlie
wouldn
’
t
mind
.
I
wrapped
potatoes
in
foil
and
stuck
them
in
the
oven
to
bake
,
covered
a
steak
in
marinade
and
balanced
it
on
top
of
a
carton
of
eggs
in
the
fridge
.
When
I
was
finished
with
that
,
I
took
my
book
bag
upstairs
.
Before
starting
my
homework
,
I
changed
into
a
pair
of
dry
sweats
,
pulled
my
damp
hair
up
into
a
pony
-
tail
,
and
checked
my
e
-
mail
for
the
first
time
.
I
had
three
messages
.
"
Bella
,
"
my
mom
wrote
.
.
.
