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  ay dumb.
  ”was that the boy i sat o in biology?” i asked artlessly.
  ”yes,” he said. ”he looked like he aihing.”
  ”i don't know,” i responded. ”i o him.”
  ”he's a weird guy.” mike lingered by me instead of heading to the
  dressing room. ”if i were luough to sit by you, i would have talked
  to you.”
  i smiled at him bef through the girls' lo door. he
  was friendly and clearly admiring. but it waso ease my
  irritation.
  the gym teacher, coach e a uniform but didn't make me dress
  down for today's class. at home, only two years of re. were required.
  here, p.e. was mandatory all four years. forks ersonal
  hell oh.
  i watched four volleyball games running simultaneously. remembering how
  many injuries i had sustained — and inflicted — playing volleyball, i
  felt faied.
  the final bell rang at last. i walked slowly to the offiy
  paperwork. the rain had drifted away, but the wind was strong, and
  colder. i ed my arms around myself.
  whehe warm office, i almost turned around and walked
  back out.
  edward stood at the desk in front hat
  tousled bronze hair. he didn't appear to he sourance.
  i stainst the back wall, waitiionist to be
  free.
  he was arguing with her in a low, attractive voice. i quickly picked up
  the gist umerying to trade from sixth-hy
  to aime — aime.
  i just 't believe that this was about me. it had to be something
  else, something that happeered the biology room. the look
  o have been about anravatio was
  impossible that this straake such a sudden, intense dislike
  to me.
  the door opened again, and the d suddehrough the
  r the papers on the desk, swirling my hair around my face.
  the girl who merely stepped to the desk, plaote in the
  wire basket, a again. but edward 's baed,
  aurned slowly to glare at me — his face was absurdly handsome —
  with pierg, hate-filled eyes. for an instahrill of
  genuine fear, raising the hair on my arms. the look only lasted a sed,
  but it chilled me more than the freezing wiuro the
  reist.
  ”hen,” he said hastily in a voice like velvet. ”i see
  that it's impossible. thank you so much for your help.” aurned on
  his heel without a me, a the door.
  i wehe desk, my face white for oead of red, and
  hahe signed slip.
  ”how did yo, dear?” the reist asked maternally.
  ”fine,” i lied, my voice weak. she didn't look ced.
  when i got to the truck, it was almost the last the lot. it seemed
  like a havehe closest thing to home i had in this damp green
  hole. i sat inside for a while, just staring out the windshield blankly.
  but soon i was ough to er, so i turhe key and
  the eo life. i headed back to charlie's house, fighting
  tears the whole way there.
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  2. open book
  the day was better… and worse.
  it was better because it wasn't raihough the clouds were dense
  a was easier beeey day. mike
  e in english, ao my class, with chess
  club erig at him all the while; that was nattering. people didn't
  look at me quite as much as they had yesterday. i sat with a big group at
  luncluded mike, eric, jessid several other people whose
  names and fabered. i began to feel like i was treading
  water, instead in it.
  it was worse because i was tired; i still 't sleep with the wind
  eg around the house. it was worse because mr. varner e in
  trig when my hand wasn't raised and i had the as
  miserable because i had to play volleyb