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It was hard to decide
who was the most beautiful maybe the perfect blond girl, or the
bronze-haired boy.
They were all looking away away from each other, away from the other
students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I
watched, the small girl rose with her tray unopened soda, unbitten
apple and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a
runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancers step, till she dumped her
tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought
possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.
Who are they? I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name Id
forgotten.
As she looked up to see who I meant though already knowing, probably,
from my tone suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish
one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction
of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.
He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of
embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance,
his face held nothing of interest it was as if she had called his name,
and hed looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to
answer.
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.
Thats Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one
who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his
wife. She said this under her breath.
I glanced sideways at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now,
picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers. His mouth was moving
very quickly, his perfect lips barely opening. The other three still
looked away, and yet I felt he was speaking quietly to them.
Strange, unpopular names, I thought. The kinds of names grandparents had.
But maybe that was in vogue here small town names? I finally remembered
that my neighbor was called Jessica, a perfectly common name. There were
two girls named Jessica in my History class back home.
They are very nice-looking. I struggled with the conspicuous
understatement.
Yes! Jessica agreed with another giggle. Theyre all together though
Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live
together. Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small
town, I thought critically. But, if I was being honest, I had to admit
that even in Phoenix, it would cause gossip.
Which ones are the Cullens? I asked. They dont look related
Oh, theyre not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early
thirties. Theyre all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins
the blondes and theyre foster children.
They look a little old for foster children.
They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but theyve been
with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. Shes their aunt or something
like that.
Thats really kind of nice for them to take care of all those kids
like that, when theyre so young and everything.
I guess so, Jessica admitted reluctantly, and I got the impression that
she didnt like the doctor and his wife for some reason. With the glances
she was throwing at their adopted children, I would presume the reason
was jealousy. I think that Mrs. Cullen cant have any kids, though, she
added, as if that lessened their kindness.
Throughout all this conversation, my eyes flickered again and again to
the table where the strange family sat. They continued to look at the
walls and not eat.
Have they always lived in Forks? I asked. Surely I would have noticed
them on one of my summers here.
No, she said in a voice that implied it should be obvious, even to a
new arrival like me. They just moved down two years ago from somewhere
in Alaska.
I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they
were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I wasnt the
only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any
standard.
As I examined them, the youngest, one of the Cullens, looked up and met
my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in his expression. As I looked
swiftly away, it seemed to me that his glance held some kind of unmet
expectation.
Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair? I asked. I peeked at
him from the corner of my eye, and he was still staring at me, but not
gawking like the other students had today he had a slightly frustrated
expression. I looked down again.
Thats Edward. Hes gorgeous, of course, but dont waste your time. He
doesnt date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough
for him. She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when hed
turned her down.
I bit my lip to hide my smile. Then I glanced at him again. His face was
turned away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were
smiling, too.
After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. They
all were noticeably graceful even the big, brawny one. It was
unsettling to watch. The one named Edward didnt look at me again.
I sat at the table with Jessica and her friends longer than I would have
if Id been sitting alone. I was anxious not to be late for class on my
first day. One of my new acquaintances, who considerately reminded me
that her name was Angela, had Biology II with me the next hour. We walked
to class together in silence. She was shy, too.
When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped lab
table exactly like the ones I was used to. She already had a neighbor. In
fact, all the tables were filled but one. Next to the center aisle, I
recognized Edward Cullen by his unusual hair, sitting next to that single
open seat.
As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my
slip signed, I was watching him surreptitiously. Just as I passed, he
suddenly went rigid in his seat. He stared at me again, meeting my eyes
with the strangest expression on his face it was hostile, furious. I
looked away quickly, shocked, going red again. I stumbled over a book in
the walkway and had to catch myself on the edge of a table. The girl
sitting there giggled.
Id noticed that his eyes were black coal black.
Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book with no nonsense about
introductions. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course, he had
no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room.
I kept my eyes down as I went to sit by him, bewildered by the
antagonistic stare hed given me.
I didnt look up as I set my book on the table and took my seat, but I
saw his posture change from the corner of my eye. He was leaning away
from me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair and averting his face
like he smelled something bad. Inconspicuously, I sniffed my hair. It
smelled like strawberries, the scent of my favorite shampoo. It seemed an
innocent enough odor. I let my hair fall over my right shoulder, making a
dark curtain between us, and tried to pay attention to the teacher.
Unfortunately the lecture was on cellular anatomy, something Id already
studied. I took notes carefully anyway, always looking down.
I couldnt stop myself from peeking occasionally through the screen of my
hair at the strange boy next to me. During the whole class, he never
relaxed his stiff position on the edge of his chair, sitting as far from
me as possible. I could see his hand on his left leg was clenched into a
fist, tendons standing out under his pale skin. This, too, he never
relaxed. He had the long sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his
elbows, and his forearm was surprisingly hard and muscular beneath his
light skin. He wasnt nearly as slight as hed looked next to his burly
brother.
The class seemed to drag on longer than the others. Was it because the
day was finally coming to a close, or because I was waiting for his tight
fist to loosen? It never did; he continued to sit so still it looked like
he wasnt breathing. What was wrong with him? Was this his normal
behavior? I questioned my judgment on Jessicas bitterness at lunch
today. Maybe she was not as resentful as Id thought.
It couldnt have anything to do with me. He didnt know me from Eve.
I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down
at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from
him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly
ran through my mind.
At that moment, the bell rang loudly, making me jump, and Edward Cullen
was out of his seat. Fluidly he rose he was much taller than Id
thought his back to me, and he was out the door before anyone else was
out of their seat.
I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him. He was so mean. It
wasnt fair. I began gathering up my things slowly, trying to block the
anger that filled me, for fear my eyes would tear up. For some reason, my
temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry,
a humiliating tendency.
Arent you Isabella Swan? a male voice asked.
I looked up to see a cute, baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully
gelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way. He obviously
didnt think I smelled bad.
Bella, I corrected him, with a smile.
m Mike.
Hi, Mike.
Do you need any help finding your next class?
m headed to the gym, actually. I think I can find it.
Thats my next class, too. He seemed thrilled, though it wasnt that
big of a coincidence in a school this small.
We walked to class together; he was a chatterer he supplied most of the
conversation, which made it easy for me. Hed lived in California till he
was ten, so he knew how I felt about the sun. It turned out he was in my
English class also. He was the nicest person Id met today.
But as we were entering the gym, he asked, So, did you stab Edward
Cullen with a pencil or what? Ive never seen him act like that.
I cringed. So I wasnt the only one who had noticed. And, apparently,
that wasnt Edward Cullens usual behavior. I decided to play dumb.
Was that the boy I sat next to in Biology? I asked artlessly.
Yes, he said. He looked like he was in pain or something.
I dont know, I responded. I never spoke to him.
Hes a weird guy. Mike lingered by me instead of heading to the
dressing room. If I were lucky enough to sit by you, I would have talked
to you.
I smiled at him before walking through the girls locker room door. He
was friendly and clearly admiring. But it wasnt enough to ease my
irritation.
The Gym teacher, Coach Clapp, found me a uniform but didnt make me dress
down for todays class. At home, only two years of RE. were required.
Here, P.E. was mandatory all four years. Forks was literally my personal
hell on Earth.
I watched four volleyball games running simultaneously. Remembering how
many injuries I had sustained and inflicted playing volleyball, I
felt faintly nauseated.
The final bell rang at last. I walked slowly to the office to return my
paperwork. The rain had drifted away, but the wind was strong, and
colder. I wrapped my arms around myself.
When I walked into the warm office, I almost turned around and walked
back out.
Edward Cullen stood at the desk in front of me. I recognized again that
tousled bronze hair. He didnt appear to notice the sound of my entrance.
I stood pressed against the back wall, waiting for the receptionist to be
free.
He was arguing with her in a low, attractive voice. I quickly picked up
the gist of the argument. He was trying to trade from sixth-hour Biology
to another time any other time.
I just couldnt believe that this was about me. It had to be something
else, something that happened before I entered the Biology room. The look
on his face must have been about another aggravation entirely. It was
impossible that this stranger could take such a sudden, intense dislike
to me.
The door opened again, and the cold wind suddenly gusted through the
room, rustling the papers on the desk, swirling my hair around my face.
The girl who came in merely stepped to the desk, placed a note in the
wire basket, and walked out again. But Edward Cullens back stiffened,
and he turned slowly to glare at me his face was absurdly handsome
with piercing, hate-filled eyes. For an instant, I felt a thrill of
genuine fear, raising the hair on my arms. The look only lasted a second,
but it chilled me more than the freezing wind. He turned back to the
receptionist.
Never mind, then, he said hastily in a voice like velvet. I can see
that its impossible. Thank you so much for your help. And he turned on
his heel without another look at me, and disappeared out the door.
I went meekly to the desk, my face white for once instead of red, and
handed her the signed slip.
How did your first day go, dear? the receptionist asked maternally.
Fine, I lied, my voice weak. She didnt look convinced.
When I got to the truck, it was almost the last car in the lot. It seemed
like a haven, already the 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 cold enough to need the heater, so I turned the key and
the engine roared to life. I headed back to Charlies house, fighting
tears the whole way there.
===========================================================================
2. OPEN BOOK
The next day was better and worse.
It was better because it wasnt raining yet, though the clouds were dense
and opaque. It was easier because I knew what to expect of my day. Mike
came to sit by me in English, and walked me to my next class, with Chess
Club Eric glaring at him all the while; that was nattering.
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：
It was hard to decide
who was the most beautiful maybe the perfect blond girl, or the
bronze-haired boy.
They were all looking away away from each other, away from the other
students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I
watched, the small girl rose with her tray unopened soda, unbitten
apple and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a
runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancers step, till she dumped her
tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought
possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.
Who are they? I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name Id
forgotten.
As she looked up to see who I meant though already knowing, probably,
from my tone suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish
one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction
of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.
He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of
embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance,
his face held nothing of interest it was as if she had called his name,
and hed looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to
answer.
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.
Thats Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one
who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his
wife. She said this under her breath.
I glanced sideways at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now,
picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers. His mouth was moving
very quickly, his perfect lips barely opening. The other three still
looked away, and yet I felt he was speaking quietly to them.
Strange, unpopular names, I thought. The kinds of names grandparents had.
But maybe that was in vogue here small town names? I finally remembered
that my neighbor was called Jessica, a perfectly common name. There were
two girls named Jessica in my History class back home.
They are very nice-looking. I struggled with the conspicuous
understatement.
Yes! Jessica agreed with another giggle. Theyre all together though
Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live
together. Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small
town, I thought critically. But, if I was being honest, I had to admit
that even in Phoenix, it would cause gossip.
Which ones are the Cullens? I asked. They dont look related
Oh, theyre not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early
thirties. Theyre all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins
the blondes and theyre foster children.
They look a little old for foster children.
They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but theyve been
with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. Shes their aunt or something
like that.
Thats really kind of nice for them to take care of all those kids
like that, when theyre so young and everything.
I guess so, Jessica admitted reluctantly, and I got the impression that
she didnt like the doctor and his wife for some reason. With the glances
she was throwing at their adopted children, I would presume the reason
was jealousy. I think that Mrs. Cullen cant have any kids, though, she
added, as if that lessened their kindness.
Throughout all this conversation, my eyes flickered again and again to
the table where the strange family sat. They continued to look at the
walls and not eat.
Have they always lived in Forks? I asked. Surely I would have noticed
them on one of my summers here.
No, she said in a voice that implied it should be obvious, even to a
new arrival like me. They just moved down two years ago from somewhere
in Alaska.
I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they
were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I wasnt the
only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any
standard.
As I examined them, the youngest, one of the Cullens, looked up and met
my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in his expression. As I looked
swiftly away, it seemed to me that his glance held some kind of unmet
expectation.
Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair? I asked. I peeked at
him from the corner of my eye, and he was still staring at me, but not
gawking like the other students had today he had a slightly frustrated
expression. I looked down again.
Thats Edward. Hes gorgeous, of course, but dont waste your time. He
doesnt date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough
for him. She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when hed
turned her down.
I bit my lip to hide my smile. Then I glanced at him again. His face was
turned away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were
smiling, too.
After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. They
all were noticeably graceful even the big, brawny one. It was
unsettling to watch. The one named Edward didnt look at me again.
I sat at the table with Jessica and her friends longer than I would have
if Id been sitting alone. I was anxious not to be late for class on my
first day. One of my new acquaintances, who considerately reminded me
that her name was Angela, had Biology II with me the next hour. We walked
to class together in silence. She was shy, too.
When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped lab
table exactly like the ones I was used to. She already had a neighbor. In
fact, all the tables were filled but one. Next to the center aisle, I
recognized Edward Cullen by his unusual hair, sitting next to that single
open seat.
As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my
slip signed, I was watching him surreptitiously. Just as I passed, he
suddenly went rigid in his seat. He stared at me again, meeting my eyes
with the strangest expression on his face it was hostile, furious. I
looked away quickly, shocked, going red again. I stumbled over a book in
the walkway and had to catch myself on the edge of a table. The girl
sitting there giggled.
Id noticed that his eyes were black coal black.
Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book with no nonsense about
introductions. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course, he had
no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room.
I kept my eyes down as I went to sit by him, bewildered by the
antagonistic stare hed given me.
I didnt look up as I set my book on the table and took my seat, but I
saw his posture change from the corner of my eye. He was leaning away
from me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair and averting his face
like he smelled something bad. Inconspicuously, I sniffed my hair. It
smelled like strawberries, the scent of my favorite shampoo. It seemed an
innocent enough odor. I let my hair fall over my right shoulder, making a
dark curtain between us, and tried to pay attention to the teacher.
Unfortunately the lecture was on cellular anatomy, something Id already
studied. I took notes carefully anyway, always looking down.
I couldnt stop myself from peeking occasionally through the screen of my
hair at the strange boy next to me. During the whole class, he never
relaxed his stiff position on the edge of his chair, sitting as far from
me as possible. I could see his hand on his left leg was clenched into a
fist, tendons standing out under his pale skin. This, too, he never
relaxed. He had the long sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his
elbows, and his forearm was surprisingly hard and muscular beneath his
light skin. He wasnt nearly as slight as hed looked next to his burly
brother.
The class seemed to drag on longer than the others. Was it because the
day was finally coming to a close, or because I was waiting for his tight
fist to loosen? It never did; he continued to sit so still it looked like
he wasnt breathing. What was wrong with him? Was this his normal
behavior? I questioned my judgment on Jessicas bitterness at lunch
today. Maybe she was not as resentful as Id thought.
It couldnt have anything to do with me. He didnt know me from Eve.
I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down
at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from
him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly
ran through my mind.
At that moment, the bell rang loudly, making me jump, and Edward Cullen
was out of his seat. Fluidly he rose he was much taller than Id
thought his back to me, and he was out the door before anyone else was
out of their seat.
I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him. He was so mean. It
wasnt fair. I began gathering up my things slowly, trying to block the
anger that filled me, for fear my eyes would tear up. For some reason, my
temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry,
a humiliating tendency.
Arent you Isabella Swan? a male voice asked.
I looked up to see a cute, baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully
gelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way. He obviously
didnt think I smelled bad.
Bella, I corrected him, with a smile.
m Mike.
Hi, Mike.
Do you need any help finding your next class?
m headed to the gym, actually. I think I can find it.
Thats my next class, too. He seemed thrilled, though it wasnt that
big of a coincidence in a school this small.
We walked to class together; he was a chatterer he supplied most of the
conversation, which made it easy for me. Hed lived in California till he
was ten, so he knew how I felt about the sun. It turned out he was in my
English class also. He was the nicest person Id met today.
But as we were entering the gym, he asked, So, did you stab Edward
Cullen with a pencil or what? Ive never seen him act like that.
I cringed. So I wasnt the only one who had noticed. And, apparently,
that wasnt Edward Cullens usual behavior. I decided to play dumb.
Was that the boy I sat next to in Biology? I asked artlessly.
Yes, he said. He looked like he was in pain or something.
I dont know, I responded. I never spoke to him.
Hes a weird guy. Mike lingered by me instead of heading to the
dressing room. If I were lucky enough to sit by you, I would have talked
to you.
I smiled at him before walking through the girls locker room door. He
was friendly and clearly admiring. But it wasnt enough to ease my
irritation.
The Gym teacher, Coach Clapp, found me a uniform but didnt make me dress
down for todays class. At home, only two years of RE. were required.
Here, P.E. was mandatory all four years. Forks was literally my personal
hell on Earth.
I watched four volleyball games running simultaneously. Remembering how
many injuries I had sustained and inflicted playing volleyball, I
felt faintly nauseated.
The final bell rang at last. I walked slowly to the office to return my
paperwork. The rain had drifted away, but the wind was strong, and
colder. I wrapped my arms around myself.
When I walked into the warm office, I almost turned around and walked
back out.
Edward Cullen stood at the desk in front of me. I recognized again that
tousled bronze hair. He didnt appear to notice the sound of my entrance.
I stood pressed against the back wall, waiting for the receptionist to be
free.
He was arguing with her in a low, attractive voice. I quickly picked up
the gist of the argument. He was trying to trade from sixth-hour Biology
to another time any other time.
I just couldnt believe that this was about me. It had to be something
else, something that happened before I entered the Biology room. The look
on his face must have been about another aggravation entirely. It was
impossible that this stranger could take such a sudden, intense dislike
to me.
The door opened again, and the cold wind suddenly gusted through the
room, rustling the papers on the desk, swirling my hair around my face.
The girl who came in merely stepped to the desk, placed a note in the
wire basket, and walked out again. But Edward Cullens back stiffened,
and he turned slowly to glare at me his face was absurdly handsome
with piercing, hate-filled eyes. For an instant, I felt a thrill of
genuine fear, raising the hair on my arms. The look only lasted a second,
but it chilled me more than the freezing wind. He turned back to the
receptionist.
Never mind, then, he said hastily in a voice like velvet. I can see
that its impossible. Thank you so much for your help. And he turned on
his heel without another look at me, and disappeared out the door.
I went meekly to the desk, my face white for once instead of red, and
handed her the signed slip.
How did your first day go, dear? the receptionist asked maternally.
Fine, I lied, my voice weak. She didnt look convinced.
When I got to the truck, it was almost the last car in the lot. It seemed
like a haven, already the 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 cold enough to need the heater, so I turned the key and
the engine roared to life. I headed back to Charlies house, fighting
tears the whole way there.
===========================================================================
2. OPEN BOOK
The next day was better and worse.
It was better because it wasnt raining yet, though the clouds were dense
and opaque. It was easier because I knew what to expect of my day. Mike
came to sit by me in English, and walked me to my next class, with Chess
Club Eric glaring at him all the while; that was nattering.