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"And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."
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Billie dreaded moving to Forks, Washington. It was gloomy, it was depressing. But it turned out to be the best decision of her life.
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Based off of Stephanie Me...
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The rest of the week was uneventful. I got used to the schedule of my classes. By the end of the week I was able to recognize almost all the students at school.
In Gym, the players on my team learned not to pass me the ball and to step in front of me if the other team tried to take advantage of my weakness. I happily stayed out of the way, for the short periods I would be playing. I volunteered myself out as a substitute five times, at least.
Grayson Dolan didn't come back to school.
Every day, I watched apprehensively until the rest of the Dolans entered the cafeteria without him. Then I could finally sink in to my seat and join in on 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 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 Grayson would be there. For all I knew, he had dropped out of school. I tried not to think about him, but I couldn't totally suppress the worry that I was held accountable for his continued absence, ridiculous as it seemed.
My first weekend in Forks passed without incident. It was unusual for Patrick to have company at home, as to why he was working most of the weekend.
I cleaned the house, got ahead on my homework, and wrote my mom a more bogusly cheerful email.
I did drive to the library on Saturday, only to find it was poorly stocked. I didn't even bother to get a card; I would have to make a date to visit Seattle soon and find a good bookstore. I wondered idly what kind of gas mileage the truck got... and shuddered at the thought. The weather had softened over the weekend, finally letting me sleep.
People greeted me in the parking lot Monday morning. I didn't know all their names, but I waved back and smiled at them. 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 in this town.
When we walked out of class, the air was full of what looked like cotton buds. I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other. The wind bit at my cheeks, my nose.
