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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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I was lucky; Mr Banner wasn't in the room yet when I arrived.
I settled quickly into my seat, aware that both Mike and Angela were staring at me. Mike looked resentful; Angela looked surprised and slightly awed.
Mr Banner came in the room then, calling the class to order. He was juggling a few small cardboard boxes in his arms. He put them down on Mike's table, telling him to start passing them around the class.
"Okay, guys, I want you all to take one piece from each box," he said as he produced a pair of rubber gloves from the pocket of his lab jacket and pulled them on. The sharp sound as the gloves snapped into place against his wrists seemed ominous to me.
"The first should be an indicator card," he went on, grabbing a white card with four squares marked on it and displaying it.
"The second is a four-pronged applicator —" he held up something that looked like a nearly toothless hair pick "— and the third is a sterile micro lancet." He held up a small piece of blue plastic and split it open. The barb was invisible from this distance, but my stomach flipped.
"I'll be coming around with a dropper of water to prepare your cards, so please don't start until I get to you." He began at Mike's table again, carefully putting one drop of water in each of the four squares.
"Then I want you to carefully prick your finger with the lancet" He grabbed Mike's hand and poked the spike into the tip of Mike's middle finger.
Oh no. Clammy moisture broke out across my forehead.
"Put a small drop of blood on each of the prongs." He demonstrated, squeezing Mike's finger till the blood flowed. I swallowed convulsively, my stomach heaving.
"And then apply it to the card," he finished, holding up the dripping red card for us to see.
I closed my eyes, trying to hear through the ringing in my ears.
"The Red Cross is hosting a blood drive in Port Angeles next weekend, so I thought you should all know your blood type." He sounded proud of himself.
"Those of you who aren't eighteen yet will need a parent's permission- I have the slips at my desk."
He continued through the room with his water drops.
I put my cheek against the cold black tabletop and tried to hold on to my consciousness.
As my classmates skewed their fingers, all around me, I could hear squeals, complaints, and giggles. I breathed slowly in and out through my mouth.
