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People didnt
look at me quite as much as they had yesterday. I sat with a big group at
lunch that included Mike, Eric, Jessica, and several other people whose
names and faces I now remembered. I began to feel like I was treading
water, instead of drowning in it.
It was worse because I was tired; I still couldnt sleep with the wind
echoing around the house. It was worse because Mr. Varner called on me in
Trig when my hand wasnt raised and I had the wrong answer. It was
miserable because I had to play volleyball, and the one time I didnt
cringe out of the way of the ball, I hit my teammate in the head with it.
And it was worse because Edward Cullen wasnt in school at all.
All morning I was dreading lunch, fearing his bizarre glares. Part of me
wanted to confront him and demand to know what his problem was. While I
was lying sleepless in my bed, I even imagined what I would say. But I
knew myself too well to think I would really have the guts to do it. I
made the Cowardly Lion look like the terminator.
But when I walked into the cafeteria with Jessica trying to keep my
eyes from sweeping the place for him, and failing entirely I saw that
his four siblings of sorts were sitting together at the same table, and
he was not with them.
Mike intercepted us and steered us to his table. Jessica seemed elated by
the attention, and her friends quickly joined us. But as I tried to
listen to their easy chatter, I was terribly uncomfortable, waiting
nervously for the moment he would arrive. I hoped that he would simply
ignore me when he came, and prove my suspicions false.
He didnt come, and as time passed I grew more and more tense.
I walked to Biology with more confidence when, by the end of lunch, he
still hadnt showed. Mike, who was taking on the qualities of a golden
retriever, walked faithfully by my side to class. I held my breath at the
door, but Edward Cullen wasnt there, either. I exhaled and went to my
seat. Mike followed, talking about an upcoming trip to the beach. He
lingered by my desk till the bell rang. Then he smiled at me wistfully
and went to sit by a girl with braces and a bad perm. It looked like I
was going to have to do something about Mike, and it wouldnt be easy. In
a town like this, where everyone lived on top of everyone else, diplomacy
was essential. I had never been enormously tactful; I had no practice
dealing with overly friendly boys.
I was relieved that I had the desk to myself, that Edward was absent. I
told myself that repeatedly. But I couldnt get rid of the nagging
suspicion that I was the reason he wasnt there. It was ridiculous, and
egotistical, to think that I could affect anyone that strongly. It was
impossible. And yet I couldnt stop worrying that it was true.
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 Id discovered that Charlie couldnt 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 elses car, I saw the two
Cullens and the Hale twins getting into their car. It was the shiny new
Volvo. Of course. I hadnt noticed their clothes before Id 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
didnt look as if it bought them any acceptance here.
No, I didnt fully believe that. The isolation must be their desire; I
couldnt imagine any door that wouldnt 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 couldnt 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 wouldnt 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
Write me as soon as you get in. Tell me how your flight was. Is it
raining? I miss you already. Im almost finished packing for Florida, but
I cant find my pink blouse. Do you know where I put it? Phil says hi.
Mom.
I sighed and went to the next. It was sent eight hours after the first.
Bella, she wrote
Why havent you e-mailed me yet? What are you waiting for? Mom.
The last was from this morning.
Isabella,
If I havent heard from you by 5:30 p.m. today Im calling Charlie.
I checked the clock. I still had an hour, but my mom was well known for
jumping the gun.
Mom,
Calm down. Im writing right now. Dont do anything rash.
Bella.
I sent that, and began again.
Mom,
Everything is great. Of course its raining. I was waiting for something
to write about. School isnt 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. Its old, but
really sturdy, which is good, you know, for me.
I miss you, too. Ill write again soon, but Im not going to check my
e-mail 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 thats what I was
doing when Charlie came home. Id 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, welcome 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, hed 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.
Whats for dinner? he asked warily. My mother was an imaginative cook,
and her experiments werent 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 comfortable 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 wasnt uncomfortable. 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 theres this boy, Mike, whos 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 come through here.
Do you know the Cullen family? I asked hesitantly.
Dr. Cullens family? Sure. Dr. Cullens a great man.
They the kids are a little different. They dont 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. Were lucky to have
him lucky that his wife wanted to live in a small town. Hes an asset
to the community, 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 theyre
all very mature I havent had one speck of trouble from any of them.
Thats 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 theyre
newcomers, people have to talk.
It was the longest speech Id 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. Theyre all very attractive, I added, trying to be more
complimentary.
You should see the doctor, Charlie said, laughing. Its a good thing
hes 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 didnt come 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 comfortable 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 couldnt 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 e-mail. I did drive to the library Saturday, but it was
so poorly stocked that I didnt 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 didnt 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 comfortable than I had thought I
would feel by this point. More comfortable 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. Its 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. Dont you like snow?
No. That means its too cold for rain. Obviously. Besides, I thought
it was supposed to come down in flakes you know, each one unique and
all that. These just look like the ends of Q-tips.
Havent 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.
初中英语听力：《暮光之城》系列有声读物在线听，附听力内容：
注：每部分听力巡回播放三遍
以下为听力内容：
People didnt
look at me quite as much as they had yesterday. I sat with a big group at
lunch that included Mike, Eric, Jessica, and several other people whose
names and faces I now remembered. I began to feel like I was treading
water, instead of drowning in it.
It was worse because I was tired; I still couldnt sleep with the wind
echoing around the house. It was worse because Mr. Varner called on me in
Trig when my hand wasnt raised and I had the wrong answer. It was
miserable because I had to play volleyball, and the one time I didnt
cringe out of the way of the ball, I hit my teammate in the head with it.
And it was worse because Edward Cullen wasnt in school at all.
All morning I was dreading lunch, fearing his bizarre glares. Part of me
wanted to confront him and demand to know what his problem was. While I
was lying sleepless in my bed, I even imagined what I would say. But I
knew myself too well to think I would really have the guts to do it. I
made the Cowardly Lion look like the terminator.
But when I walked into the cafeteria with Jessica trying to keep my
eyes from sweeping the place for him, and failing entirely I saw that
his four siblings of sorts were sitting together at the same table, and
he was not with them.
Mike intercepted us and steered us to his table. Jessica seemed elated by
the attention, and her friends quickly joined us. But as I tried to
listen to their easy chatter, I was terribly uncomfortable, waiting
nervously for the moment he would arrive. I hoped that he would simply
ignore me when he came, and prove my suspicions false.
He didnt come, and as time passed I grew more and more tense.
I walked to Biology with more confidence when, by the end of lunch, he
still hadnt showed. Mike, who was taking on the qualities of a golden
retriever, walked faithfully by my side to class. I held my breath at the
door, but Edward Cullen wasnt there, either. I exhaled and went to my
seat. Mike followed, talking about an upcoming trip to the beach. He
lingered by my desk till the bell rang. Then he smiled at me wistfully
and went to sit by a girl with braces and a bad perm. It looked like I
was going to have to do something about Mike, and it wouldnt be easy. In
a town like this, where everyone lived on top of everyone else, diplomacy
was essential. I had never been enormously tactful; I had no practice
dealing with overly friendly boys.
I was relieved that I had the desk to myself, that Edward was absent. I
told myself that repeatedly. But I couldnt get rid of the nagging
suspicion that I was the reason he wasnt there. It was ridiculous, and
egotistical, to think that I could affect anyone that strongly. It was
impossible. And yet I couldnt stop worrying that it was true.
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 Id discovered that Charlie couldnt 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 elses car, I saw the two
Cullens and the Hale twins getting into their car. It was the shiny new
Volvo. Of course. I hadnt noticed their clothes before Id 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
didnt look as if it bought them any acceptance here.
No, I didnt fully believe that. The isolation must be their desire; I
couldnt imagine any door that wouldnt 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 couldnt 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 wouldnt 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
Write me as soon as you get in. Tell me how your flight was. Is it
raining? I miss you already. Im almost finished packing for Florida, but
I cant find my pink blouse. Do you know where I put it? Phil says hi.
Mom.
I sighed and went to the next. It was sent eight hours after the first.
Bella, she wrote
Why havent you e-mailed me yet? What are you waiting for? Mom.
The last was from this morning.
Isabella,
If I havent heard from you by 5:30 p.m. today Im calling Charlie.
I checked the clock. I still had an hour, but my mom was well known for
jumping the gun.
Mom,
Calm down. Im writing right now. Dont do anything rash.
Bella.
I sent that, and began again.
Mom,
Everything is great. Of course its raining. I was waiting for something
to write about. School isnt 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. Its old, but
really sturdy, which is good, you know, for me.
I miss you, too. Ill write again soon, but Im not going to check my
e-mail 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 thats what I was
doing when Charlie came home. Id 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, welcome 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, hed 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.
Whats for dinner? he asked warily. My mother was an imaginative cook,
and her experiments werent 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 comfortable 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 wasnt uncomfortable. 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 theres this boy, Mike, whos 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 come through here.
Do you know the Cullen family? I asked hesitantly.
Dr. Cullens family? Sure. Dr. Cullens a great man.
They the kids are a little different. They dont 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. Were lucky to have
him lucky that his wife wanted to live in a small town. Hes an asset
to the community, 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 theyre
all very mature I havent had one speck of trouble from any of them.
Thats 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 theyre
newcomers, people have to talk.
It was the longest speech Id 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. Theyre all very attractive, I added, trying to be more
complimentary.
You should see the doctor, Charlie said, laughing. Its a good thing
hes 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 didnt come 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 comfortable 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 couldnt 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 e-mail. I did drive to the library Saturday, but it was
so poorly stocked that I didnt 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 didnt 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 comfortable than I had thought I
would feel by this point. More comfortable 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. Its 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. Dont you like snow?
No. That means its too cold for rain. Obviously. Besides, I thought
it was supposed to come down in flakes you know, each one unique and
all that. These just look like the ends of Q-tips.
Havent 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.