several sheets to the counter to show roe。
She went through my classes for me； highlighting the best route to each
on the map； and gave me a slip to have each teacher sign； which I was to
bring back at the end of the day。 She smiled at me and hoped； like
Charlie； that I would like it here in Forks。 I smiled back as
convincingly as I could。
When I went back out to my truck； other students were starting to arrive。
I drove around the school； following the line of traffic。 I was glad to
see that most of the cars were older like mine； nothing flashy。 At home
I'd lived in one of the few lowerine neighborhoods that were included
in the Paradise Valley District。 It was a mon thing to see a new
Mercedes or Porsche in the student lot。 The nicest car here was a shiny
Volvo； and it stood out。 Still； I cut the engine as soon as I was in a
spot； so that the thunderous volume wouldn't draw attention to me。
I looked at the map in the truck； trying to memorize it now； hopefully I
wouldn't have to walk around with it stuck in front of my nose all day。 I
stuffed everything in my bag； slung the strap over my shoulder； and
sucked in a huge breath。 I can do this； I lied to myself feebly。 No one
was going to bite me。 I finally exhaled and stepped out of the truck。
I kept my face pulled back into my hood as I walked to the sidewalk；
crowded with teenagers。 My plain black jacket didn't stand out； I noticed
with relief。
Once I got around the cafeteria； building three was easy to spot。 A large
black 〃3〃 was painted on a white square on the east corner。 I felt my
breathing gradually creeping toward hyperventilation as I approached the
door。 I tried holding my breath as I followed two unisex raincoats
through the door。
The classroom was small。 The people in front of me stopped just inside
the door to hang up their coats on a long row of hooks。 I copied them。
They were two girls； one a porcelaincolored blonde； the other also pale；
with light brown hair。 At least my skin wouldn't be a standout here。
I took the slip up to the teacher； a tall； balding man whose desk had a
nameplate identifying him as Mr。 Mason。 He gawked at me when he saw my
name — not an encouraging response — and of course I flushed tomato red。
But at least he sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing
me to the class。 It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in
the back； but somehow； they managed。 I kept my eyes down on the reading
list the teacher had given me。 It was fairly basic： Bronte； Shakespeare；
Chaucer； Faulkner。 I'd already read everything。 That was forting… and
boring。 I wondered if my mom would send me my folder of old essays； or if
she would think that was cheating。 I went through different arguments
with her in my head while the teacher droned on。
When the bell rang； a nasal buzzing sound； a gangly boy with skin
problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk
to me。
〃You're Isabella Swan； aren't you？〃 He looked like the overly helpful；
chess club type。
〃Bella；〃 I corrected。 Everyone within a threeseat radius turned to look
at me。
〃Where's your next class？〃 he asked。
I had to check in my bag。 〃Um； Government； with Jefferson； in building
six。〃
There was nowhere to look without meeting curious eyes。
〃I'm headed toward building four； I could show you the way…〃 Definitely
overhelpful。 〃I'm Eric；〃 he added。
I smiled tentatively。 〃Thanks。〃
We got our jackets and headed out into the rain； which had picked up。 I
could have sworn several people behind us were walking close enough to
eavesdrop。 I hoped I wasn't getting paranoid。
〃So； this is a lot different than Phoenix； huh？〃 he asked。
〃Very。〃
〃It doesn't rain much there； does it？〃
〃Three or four times a year。〃
〃Wow； what must that be like？〃 he wondered。
〃Sunny；〃 I told him。
〃You don't look very tan。〃
〃My mother is part albino。〃
He studied my face apprehensively； and I sighed。 It looked like clouds
and a sense of humor didn't mix。 A few months of this and I'd forget how
to use sarcasm。
We walked back around the cafeteria； to the south buildings by the gym。
Eric walked me right to the door； though it was clearly marked。
〃Well； good luck；〃 he said as I touched the handle。 〃Maybe we'll have
some other classes together。〃 He sounded hopeful。
I smiled at him vaguely and went inside。
The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion。 My Trigonometry
teacher； Mr。 Varner； who I would have hated anyway just because of the
subject he taught； was the only one who made me stand in front of the
class and introduce myself。 I stammered； blushed； and tripped over my own
boots on the way to my seat。
After two classes； I started to recognize several of the faces in each
class。 There was always someone braver than the others who would
introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks。 I
tried to be diplomatic； but mostly I just lied a lot。 At least I never
needed the map。
One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish； and she walked with me
to the cafeteria for lunch。 She was tiny； several inches shorter than my
five feet four inches； but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of
the difference between our heights。 I couldn't remember her name； so I
smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes。 I didn't
try to keep up。
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends； who she
introduced to me。 I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them。
They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me。 The boy from
English； Eric； waved at me from across the room。
It was there； sitting in the lunchroom； trying to make conversation with
seven curious strangers； that I first saw them。
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria； as far away from where
I sat as possible in the long room。 There were five of them。 They weren't
talking； and they weren't eating； though they each had a tray of
untouched food in front of them。 They weren't gawking at me； unlike most
of the other students； so it was safe to stare at them without fear of
meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes。 But it was none of these
things that caught； and held； my attention。
They didn't look anything alike。 Of the three boys； one was big — muscled
like a serious weight lifter； with dark； curly hair。 Another was taller；
leaner； but still muscular； and honey blond。 The last was lanky； less
bulky； with untidy； bronzecolored hair。 He was more boyish than the
others； who looked like they could be in college； or even teachers here
rather than students。
The girls were opposites。 The tall one was statuesque。 She had a
beautiful figure； the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated
swimsuit issue； the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on
her selfesteem just by being in the same room。 Her hair was golden；
gently waving to the middle of her back。 The short girl was pixielike；
thin in the extreme； with small features。 Her hair was a deep black；
cropped short and pointing in every direction。
And yet； they were all exactly alike。 Every one of them was chalky pale；
the palest of all the students living in this sunless town。 Paler than
me； the albino。 They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair
tones。 They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish； bruiselike
shadows。 As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night； or almost
done recovering from a broken nose。 Though their noses； all their
features； were straight； perfect； angular。
But all this is not why I couldn't look away。
I stared because their faces； so different； so similar； were all
devastatingly； inhumanly beautiful。 They were faces you never expected to
see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine。 Or
painted by an old master as the face of an angel。 It was hard to decide
who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl； or the
bronzehaired 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 dancer's 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 I'd
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 he'd looked up in involuntary response； already having decided not to
answer。
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment； looking at the table like I did。
〃That's 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 mon name。 There were
two girls named Jessica in my History class back home。
〃They are… very nicelooking。〃 I struggled with the conspicuous
understatement。