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"I am in awe. This man is a master. You definitely should pull up a chair and learn from him."

"Я благоговею. Этот человек - мастер. Вам определенно следует придвинуть стул ближе и поучиться у него."

"Life has thrown so many curve balls my way lately."

"Жизнь конкретно меня побросала в последнее время."

Knowing Marcus, he was probably going to teach her how to fight with a blade or something horrifying like that to give her a sense of independence, and I was going to sit back and let him and happily swallow my horror.

Зная Маркуса, могу предположить, что он, вероятно, собирался учить ее, как сражаться с помощью лезвия или чего-то такого же ужасающего, чтобы привить ей чувство самостоятельности, и я собирался расслабиться и отпустить его и охотно оставить мой ужас при себе.

Two weeks later, dressed in a white lace gown, Bella stood at the end of an aisle in a church in Forks, staring straight ahead with shaking hands, strangling an innocent bouquet of orchids.

Две недели спустя, одетая в белое кружевное платье, Белла стояла в конце прохода в церкви в Форкс, смотря прямо перед собой, и дрожащими руками сдавливала невинный букет орхидей.

I heard some shuffling behind them, out popped a pixie of a girl with short brown hair and a little flowing dress that bounced around like she did. Я услышал какое-то шарканье позади них, это была девочка с глазами по пять копеек и в костюме феи, с короткими каштановыми волосами и в маленьком струящемся платье, которое подпрыгивало в такт ее шагам.

"You're the one who left us in the first place, and now all of a sudden you move here to wiggle your way back into my life."

"Во-первых, ты - тот, кто нас бросил, и теперь внезапно ты переезжаешь сюда, чтобы снова появиться в моей жизни."

Her disappointed face was like my kryptonite. I would do anything to make it disappear, and be replaced with her smile that I loved so much.

Ее разочарованное лицо напоминало мой kryptonite. Я сделал бы что-угодно, чтобы заставить это выражение исчезнуть, и заменить его ее улыбкой, которую я так сильно любил.

They both froze, eyes wide like deer in headlights, not knowing exactly what to do. Они оба замерли, глаза расширились, как у оленя при свете фар, не знающего точно, что сделать.

Kids can be counted on to sniff out abnormal like a k-9 can find weed at a Phish concert. They just know weird when they see it.

I couldn't drive the streets we drove on without thinking about the unthinkable.

Проезжая по этим улицам я не мог не поразмыслить о немыслимом.

I was taking an inventory of other men I knew, my mind a little loose with wine and sleep wandering down, but then that train of thought stopped at a station I hadn't anticipated.

Я составила список других мужчин, которых я знала, мой ум был немного раскрепощен вином и беспокойным сном, но вдруг ход моих мыслей сделал остановку на мысли, которую я не ожидал.

"Get back here now!" I heard Red's last straw warning

"Вернись сюда немедленно!" услышал я последнее китайское предупреждение Рета.

I never let myself consider Jake as a serious potential hook up. He never really had time for me, and I knew I was destined to stay in the friend/fuck buddy category with him no matter how I tried to push it. And I didn't know how to feel about that. We'd had sex several times over the years, but whatever it was between us never seemed to get any lift. I could never tell if it was me, if it was him, or if it was just a non-stunning combination of things. Maybe someday when he got married I'd pull a Julia Roberts and go apeshit in front of a mass audience and confess my love.

Я никогда не позволяю себе рассматривать Джейка, как потенциального любовника с серьезными намерениями. У него на самом деле никогда не было на меня времени, и я знала, что мое предназначение было в том, чтобы остаться в другом, ну иногда спать вместе, независимо от того, как я пыталась продвинуть эти отношения на более высокий уровень. И я не знала, что мне чувствовать по этому поводу. Несколько раз за эти годы у нас был секс, но независимо от того, что это было, у нас никогда, казалось, не возникало более возвышенных отношений. Я никогда не могла сказать определенно, был ли это моя инициатива, или это было с его стороны, или это была лишь обычное стечение обстоятельств. Возможно, когда-нибудь, когда он будет женится, я последую примеру Джулии Робертс в «Лучшем друге» и, потеряв контроль, признаюсь в моей любви перед массовой аудиторией.

Cold, cold, cold was his skin. So cold it frightened me.

Его кожа была холодной. Настолько холодной, что это напугало меня.

"What's wrong?" he asked, I assume noticing the absentminded hair twirling that gave my thoughts away.

"Что случилось?" спросил он, я притворилась, что рассеянно занята своими вьющимися волосами, это позволило мне скрыть мои мысли.

It was beyond a normal teenager's mood swings. When he was feeling good he lit up the school like a flood light but when he was down, you had to scrape him off the pavement.

Это было больше, чем нормальные подростковые перепады настроения. Когда он чувствовал себя хорошо, в школе он весь светился, как прожектор, но когда он был не в духе, у него был вид, будто его отскребали от асфальта.

Two other students, Angela Weber, a straight-A student and ivy league hopeful, and Eric Yorkie, the school's social butterfly, also joined.

Два других студента, Анджела Вебер, круглая отличница и надежда Лиги плюща, и Эрик Йорки, пустая светская красавица школы, также присоединились.

Even my father was moving on into a future with someone he could build a life with. I was chasing a seventeen year old boy I could never be with. So soon, I'd be the last Swan on the lake without a mate.

Даже мой отец шел в будущее с тем, с кем он мог построить жизнь. Я бегала за семнадцатилетним мальчишкой, с которым я никогда не смогу быть вместе. С такими темпами, я стану последней Свон в семье без пары.

She just walked through the door and out of my life, even though everything inside me was screaming for her to stay.

Она только что ушла из моей жизни через эту дверь, хотя я молил ее остаться.

I do not condone violence on women. I have never hit or even raised my hand to one, nor have I ever wanted to. But at this moment, when her voice is this, nagging, nasal, nails on a chalk board sound, I couldn't help but react in the way I did.

Я не приемлю насилия над женщинами. Я никогда не бил и даже не замахивался на женщину, и никогда не испытывал желания это сделать. Но в этот момент, когда ее голос - ноющий, гнусавый, будто кто-то скрипнул ногтем по классной доске, я не мог отреагировать по-другому.

She's lost her mind. She's not coo-coo (петух) for cocoa puffs (кофейн. шарики). She's just plain out coo-coo. You know her lights are on, but no ones home. Her elevator doesn't go all the way up! She's got a hole in her bag of marbles. Her sister was an only child. Her wheel is spinning, but the hamster is dead. She's one taco short of a combo plate. A few beans short of a chalupa. One sandwich short of a picnic. A few beers short of a six-pack. She's a few fries short of a happy meal. Get the picture?

Она сошла с ума. Она не была буйно помешанной. Она скорее напоминала ежика в тумане. Вы знаете, у нее дома горит свет, но там никого нет. Ее лифт не идет вверх! У нее шарики за ролики зашли. Ее сестра была единственным ребенком в семье. Ее колесо вращается, но белка мертва. Она - маисовая лепёшка на тарелке с комбинированным блюдом. Несколько бобов за исключением chalupa. Один бутерброд за исключением пикника. Несколько пива за исключением с шестью пакетами. Она - несколько жаркого за исключением счастливой еды. Получите картину?

"Sweet dreams." "Mmhmm." I closed my eyes, willing sleep to kidnap me.

"Сладкие грезы." "Mmhmm." Я закрыл глаза, позволяя сну похитить меня.

I turned at once, finding myself almost face to face with an Adonis of a man.

I heard him clear his throat annoyingly then he spoke up, his voice like nails on a chalk board.

Я сразу обернулась, обнаружив, что стою почти лицом к лицу с Адонисом в человеческом обличье.

Я услышала, как он раздраженно откашлялся, затем он заговорил, его голос звучал так, будто кто-то царапает гвоздем классную доску.

Edward and Bella sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. first comes love then comes marriage then come Charlie with a gun to kill you for messing with his baby girl.

Эдвард и Белла, сидящие на дереве, ц-е-л-у-ю-щ-и-е-с-я. сначала приходит любовь, потом приходит брак, потом приходит Чарли с пистолетом, чтобы убить тебя за то, что ты приставал к его девочке.

Please…no. I cannot be having this talk with him…not now…not ever.

Пожалуйста, … нет. Я не могу вести с ним этот разговор … ни сейчас … ни потом.

... I poured her some juice, filling my own glass as well. "It all looks so good…I'm famished." I said with a forced smile. "Well, fill your boots, Edward my boy." As he handed me a tray of chicken.

... Я налил ей немного сока, налив и себе стакан. "Все это выглядит так хорошо …, я голоден." Я сказал с вымученной улыбкой. "Ну, можешь наесться до отвала, мой милый Эдвард." И он вручил мне поднос с цыпленком.

"Wow!" Charlie exclaimed. "You two boys sure can pack away the food. I told you Bells, nothing comes between teenage boys and their food."

"Ничего себе!" Чарли воскликнул. "Вы два уверенные мальчика можете убрать еду. Я сказал Вам Колокола, ничто не прибывает между подростками и их едой."

Now son, her room is the last one up the hall, but be mindful that she is sick, she needs her rest. And if I hear anything that sounds like hanky-panky, I will toss you out faster than you can say Monday Night Football.

Теперь сын, ее комната - последняя зал, но быть внимательной, что она больна, она нуждается в своем отдыхе. И если я услышу что-нибудь, что походит на мошенничество, то я выброшу Вас быстрее, чем Вы можете сказать в понедельник ночью Футбол.

"Seriously, could you be any more hokey, Edward?" He barked. "It is like watching a Hallmark movie.

"Серьезно, Вы могли больше быть неаппетитной едой, Эдвардом?" Он рявкнул. "Это походит на смотрение кино Hallmark.

She turned me away from the mirror and set to work swiftly, applying make up around my eyes and lips while she hummed here comes the bride under her breath.

Она отклонила меня от зеркала и принялась за работу стремительно, применение составляют вокруг моих глаз и губ, в то время как она жужжала, здесь прибывает невеста шепотом.

I was alone; utterly and completely alone. I hadn't made any friends in high school during the last month and a half of my Junior year, or the entirety of my Senior one. I wasn't one of the popular kids. I wasn't one of the "in crowd"; I wasn't even one of the "not-so-in-crowd, in crowds".

Я был одним; крайне и абсолютно один. Я не завел друзей в средней школе в течение прошлого месяца, с половиной из моего младшего года, или полноты моего Сеньора один. Я не был одним из популярных детей. Я не был одним из "в толпе"; я не был даже одним из ""не так в толпе" в толпах".

Emmett is a big bear of a boy, even when he was young he was big for his age, and he's open, kind, and without guile, making him easy to love.

Emmett - большой медведь мальчика, даже когда он был молод, он был крупным для своего возраста, и он открыт, добр, и без хитрости, делая его легкий любить.

… in our school you were considered the new kid until someone else took your place. Rose and Jazz have had to put up with being called newbies, noobs, new kids, and any other form of the words…

… в нашей школе Вас считали новым ребенком, пока кто-то еще не взял Ваше место. Повысился и Джаз должны были вынести то, чтобы быть названным новичками, новичками, новыми детьми, и любой другой формой слов …

If I didn't catch him before he left for the hospital I would be forced to try to convince Esme that I'm feeling sick, and she has a radar for stuff like that.

Если я не ловил его прежде, чем он уехал в больницу, я буду вынужден попытаться убедить Эсм, что я чувствую себя больным, и у нее есть радар для материала как этот.

"Edward, if your brothers or sisters ask please tell them you have a throat infection, I don't want them thinking you lot can start skipping school whenever you want. This isn't a regular occurrence ok?" She gave me her strictest mom look as she spoke.

"Эдвард, если Ваши братья или сестры просят по возможности говорить им, у Вас есть инфекция горла, я не хочу их думающий Вас, партия может начать пропускать школу всякий раз, когда Вы хотите. Это не регулярное возникновение хорошо?" Она дала мне свой самый строгий взгляд мамы, когда она говорила.

I don't know what's wrong with me really. I feel so static, like I will be stuck here in this life forever. As much as I love my family I just want to get away from this town. I feel like everything will change if I could just put Forks in my rearview mirror.

Я не знаю что случилось со мной действительно. Я чувствую себя настолько статичным, как я застряну здесь в этой жизни навсегда. Столько, сколько я люблю свою семью, я только хочу убежать от этого города. Я чувствую, что все изменится, если я мог бы только поместить, Подцепляет мое зеркало заднего обзора на вилку.

I couldn't wait for school. I was so excited to see the new girl again and to see Edward's reaction to her that I was practically bouncing off the walls, and I knewI was annoying everyone in my house but I just couldn't care.

Я не мог ждать школы. Я был столь взволнован, чтобы видеть новую девочку снова и видеть реакцию Эдварда на нее, что я был фактически жив от стен, и меня, knewI был раздражающим все в моем доме, но я только не мог заботиться.

"What?" I asked him, then tried to play it off like I was just annoyed at how long it was taking us to get out the damn door. "Come on people, let's get moving. You're slower than molasses today."

"Что?" Я спросил его, затем попытался играть это от подобного, я только раздражался в том, сколько времени это брало нас, чтобы вынуть проклятую дверь. "Приезжайте в людей, давайте получим перемещение. Вы медленнее чем патока сегодня."

Twilight Belongs to Stephenie Meyer. If you don't know that by now you must have been living under a rock.

Сумерки Принадлежат Стефани Майер. Если Вы не знаете, что к настоящему времени, должно быть, жили под скалой.

The next day Edward's car was stolen from the parking lot. The next day a cherry bomb was set-off in Edward's locker. It was obvious he had had no immediate plans to stop.

На следующий день автомобиль Эдварда был украден от автостоянки. На следующий день вишневая бомба была зачетом в шкафчике Эдварда. Было очевидно, что у него не было никаких непосредственных планов остановиться.

"Just talk to Alice today, she'll meet you after school," I said, and then turned and walked away before I gave myself another chance to shove my foot in my mouth.

"Только говорите с Элис сегодня, она встретит Вас после школы," я сказал, и затем повернулся и ушел прежде, чем я дал мне другой шанс пихнуть мою ногу в моем рту.

Whatever you want from me, you're not going to get it. Whatever you're looking for here? You need to look somewhere else for it, because I'm not interested in anything but friends, and not the friends with benefits kind either.

Независимо от того, что Вы хотите от меня, Вы не собираетесь получать это. Независимо от того, что Вы ищете здесь? Вы должны где-то в другом месте искать это, потому что я не интересуюсь ничем, но друзьями, а не друзьями с видом выгоды также.

I was a real idiot that's for sure, and I'm glad my dad shipped me away when he did, otherwise I'd probably be in jail by now, or at the very least juvey.

Я был настоящим идиотом, который это наверняка, и я рад, что мой папа отправил меня далеко, когда он сделал, иначе я, вероятно, буду в тюрьме к настоящему времени, или по крайней мере несовершеннолетнем правонарушителе.

We all hopped into the car the next morning to head off to school. As usual I ended up in the backseat with Jasper and Alice. Though I was the largest and could have easily claimed shotgun because of it, I always let Rose sit up front.

Все мы прыгали в автомобиль следующим утром, чтобы препятствовать школе. Как обычно я закончил месте сзади с Джаспером и Элис. Хотя я был крупнейшим и, возможно, легко требовал дробовика из-за этого, я всегда позволяю Роуз сидеть фронт.

I didn't want to be out of sight from her, even for a minute, but I didn't have a choice. She had asked me to trust her, so trust her I would.

Я не хотел быть вне поля зрения от нее, даже в течение минуты, но у меня не было выбора. Она попросила, чтобы я доверял ей, так доверяйте ей, я был бы.

Edward here got into a little fight and Jasper and I are just here as bystanders. Principal Dent just tried to send up back to class, but Chief Swan ordered that we remain here, so remain here we have," Emmett explained.

Эдвард здесь вошел в небольшое количество борьбы и Джаспера, и я только здесь как свидетели. Основная Вмятина только попыталась повысить назад к классу, но Главный Лебедь приказал, чтобы мы остались здесь, так останьтесь здесь, мы имеем," объяснил Эмметт.

I was happy for them both, now that it looked like they would find their happily ever after.

Я был счастлив за них обоих, теперь, когда это было похоже, что они найдут их счастливо с тех пор.

Rose and Bella were playing a game of foosball, which was kind of a family thing.

Повысился и Белла играли в игру foosball, который был видом семейной вещи.

Both Jasper and Emmett turned to give me dirty looks and I realized what I had just said. I had actually encouraged Rose to go faster. Oh. Dear lord. "Be happy to," she replied, giving me a little wink in the rearview mirror. I had just enough time to think oh shit before we tore out of the parking lot, all squeals and burnt rubber.

И Джаспер и Эмметт поворачивались, чтобы дать мне неодобрительные взгляды, и я понял то, что я только что сказал. Я фактически поощрил Роуз идти быстрее. О. Дорогой лорд. "Будьте счастливы к," она ответила, давая мне небольшое подмигивание в зеркале заднего обзора. У меня было как раз достаточно времени, чтобы думать о дерьмо прежде, чем мы порвались из автостоянки, всех визгов и сожгли резину.

I thought all three of my girls were beauties. Of course, I thought Bella and Alice were beautiful in a sisterly kinda way, while Rose was beautiful in a takes-my-breathe-away kind of way. But, no one could deny that all three of them had been blessed in the looks department. I was proud that they all seemed to be blessed in the personality departments as well. Beauty wasn't everything, after all.

Я думал, что все три мои девочки были красавицами. Конечно, я считал, что Белла и Элис были красивы в сестринском своего рода путь, в то время как красоту Роуз можно было охарактеризовать как «прям-дух-захватывает». Но нельзя было отрицать, что все три были одарены внешней привлекательностью. Я гордился тем, что все они, казалось, были одарены индивидуальность. Красота это еще не все, в конце концов.

We then spent the rest of the morning on the roller-coaster, tilt-a-whirl, bumper cars, and even the teacups. If someone had told me just a short while ago that I'd find myself sitting across from the big bear of a man-boy that is Emmett, spinning round and round in an over-sized pink teacup while he did his best to keep his breakfast down, I would have laughed at them, letting them know as politely as I could that they'd surely lost their mind.

Мы тогда потратили остальную часть утра на "американские горки", наклон водоворота, автомобили бампера, и даже чайные чашки. Если бы кто-то сказал мне только недавно, что я сидел бы напротив большого медведя человека-мальчика, который является Emmett, вертящимся волчком в негабаритной розовой чайной чашке, в то время как он приложил все усилия, чтобы подавить его завтрак, то я буду смеяться над ними, сообщая им так вежливо, как я мог, что они, конечно, сошли с ума.

My brother never threw up. When we'd all get sick with the flu, he was the only one who wouldn't end up praying to the porcelain god. I wasn't sure if he just had a stronger stomach that the rest of us, or if he actually willed himself to not lose the contents of his stomach; either way, I'd never known him to throw up.

How much do you know about football?" "Well…to tell you the truth…nothing. I just got into football a couple nights go. I know absolutely nothing. At all. Zip. Nadda. Nofink."

Вы много знаете о футболе?" "Ну …, по правде говоря … ничего. Я только увлекся им пару ночей назад. Я абсолютно ничего не знаю. Вообще. Ничегошеньки. Полный ноль. Профан."

They were heart stoppingly, jaw dropping, pulse accelerating beautiful. Они были сердце-замирающе, челюсте-отвисающе, пульсо-ускоряюще красивы.

Two step epitet

"Speaking of food, what will we be preparing for dinner tonight? Did you have anything in mind or did you want to just play it by ear?"

"Кстати о еде, что мы будем готовить на ужин сегодня вечером? Есть какие-то конкретные предложения, или поживем - увидим?" забацаем

She was a straight-A student who had taken mostly AP classes in her previous schools. Она была круглой отличницей, которая училась, в основном, в классах с углубленным изучением предметов в предыдущих школах.

Her feet carried her towards the house, her mind still whirl-winding around what had happened. Ноги сами несли ее к дому, в ее голове хаотично кружился рой мыслей о том, что произошло.

The breeze swept around her as she pushed the door, letting it swing open. It creaked as it went, slicing into the silence like a jagged razor blade.

Легкий ветерок, сквозняк пронзил ее, пронесся мимо нее, когда она подтолкнула дверь, позволяя ей распахнуться настежь. Открываясь, дверь заскрипела, разрезая тишину как зазубренное лезвие. Расстроенная скрипка.

Симиль (сравнение)

My girlfriend looked like she had lost eight pounds off her already skinny frame. I half expected Sally Struthers to walk out any second holding up Bella's picture and say, "For just sixty-five cents a day, you can see that orphans like Bella are fed."

Моя подруга выглядела так, будто потеряла 4 кг от своей и так уже тощей фигуры. Я почти ожидала, что Салли Стразерс выйдет в любую минуту с портретом Беллы в руках и скажет, "Всего за шестьдесят пять центов в день, Вы сможете увидеть, что сироты вроде Беллы обеспечены пищей."

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Bella's battered school books were sloppily stacked in a leaning tower on her desk by her decrepit gargoyle computer.

Потрепанные школьные книги Беллы были небрежно сложены в виде Пизанской башни на ее столе возле ее ветхого уродливого компьютера.

Freak looks like he ate an anabolic steroid factory.

Фрик выглядел так, будто съел фабрику по производству анаболических стероидов.

All her music CDs were missing. I checked beneath her bed because occasionally she'd stuff one under there, only to find that the dust bunnies lurking thereabout had reproduced at an alarming rate.

Все ее музыкальные компакт-диски пропали. Я искал под ее кроватью, потому что иногда она запихивала какой-нибудь диск туда, но нашел только комочки пыли, притаившиеся поблизости и размножающиеся с тревожной скоростью.

... her cell phone rang and vibrated on the bedside table crashing like a bumper car against the calculator.

... ее сотовый телефон звонил и вибрировал на ночном столике, грохочущем как электромобиль в парковых аттракционах против калькулятора. телефон грохотал

"What's the story with you and the bloodsucker? Is he dead yet?" What a moron. I was already dead. Walking among the ranks of the un-dead. Did he need a primer on Scary Vampires 101?

"Что это за история про тебя и кровопийцу? Он действительно умер?" Какой идиот. Я был уже мертвым до этого. Ходячим среди рядов живых. Ему что, нужно было пособие для начинающих 100 Самых Страшных Вампиров?

Bella seemed mortified, and covered her sunrise pink face with pale fingers.

Белла выглядела омертвевшей, и прикрывала свое порозовевшее как небо на заре лицо бледными пальцами.

Perhaps this had been the worst proposal ever? My ego shriveled up and died on the table between us.

Возможно, это было худшее когда-либо сделанное предложение руки и сердца? Мое самомнение скукожилось и умерло на столе между нами.

"I also don't want to spend eternity looking older than you and getting called a cougar." Why anyone would think she was feline due to her face was beyond me. Cougar? Really? Odd. Very odd.

"Я также не хочу провести вечность, выглядя старше чем ты и получив прозвище старая кляча." Почему кто-либо должен считать ее лошадью из-за ее лица, было мне не понятно. Кляча? Правда? Странно. Очень странно.

Бальзаковский возраст, хищница

"I also don't want to spend eternity looking older than you and getting called a cougar." Why anyone would think she was feline due to her face was beyond me. Cougar? Really? Odd. Very odd.

And each had his own personal mushroom cloud of odor that was so foul as to be almost indescribable.

И у каждого был его собственный личный атомный гриб с запахом, который был столь отвратителен, почти неописуемо.

"Man, I think he's out of his mind. I knew they were evil and all, but he worships Satan! Let me kill him now." "Shut up, Paul. I don't care if Edward worships Satan or Howdy Doody. We're not killing him."

"Чувак, я думаю, что он не в своём уме. Я знал, что они злые и причем абсолютно, но он поклоняется сатане! Позволь мне убить его сейчас." "Заткнись, Пол. Мне все равно, поклоняется ли Эдвард сатане или Телепузикам. Мы не собираемся его убивать."

I returned a minute later with wet hair, appropriate attire, and a tsunami blithely tip-toeing about in the pit of my stomach.

Я возвратился минуту спустя с влажными волосами, в соответствующим одеянием, и цунами, небрежно ходящим на цыпочках у меня в подложечной ямке. Легонько прокрался, Тихое рычание

Прием - оксимарон

Несовместимость подлежащего и определения

His voice was a mellifluous bass that James Earl Jones would have given his soul to own.

У него был ласкающий слух бас, за который Левитан/ Дарт Вейдер/Джеймс Эрл Джонс отдал бы свою душу.

For the first time, Rosalie seemed to feel actual emotion. Distress over the shredding of a gift of clothing. How cruel Bella was to such fashionable rags. That were now, well, rags.

Впервые, Розали, казалось, испытывала реальное чувство. Беспокойство по поводу порванной на клочки подаренной одежды. Как жестока Белла обошлась с такими модными тряпками. Ну, в общем, теперь, это было тряпками.

"I'm guessing that Bella is not in good shape after what she saw." She turned down my proposal which made her in my opinion barking-at-the-moon mad.

"Я предполагаю, что Белла не совсем в хорошем состоянии, после того, что она видела." Она отвергла мое предложение, которое сделало ее, по-моему, "лающей-на-луну" сумасшедшей.

I positively couldn't wait to sink my teeth into - I mean talk - to this noisome nuisance.

Я положительно не мог ждать, чтобы впиться зубами в эту отвратительную зануду - я имею в виду поговорить с ней.

"May the best man win." I didn't bother to dignify that with a reply. What an odious oddball.

"Пусть победит сильнейший." Я не потрудился удостоить это ответом. Какой неприятный тип.

God almighty, I had no idea how Bella could stand to be in the same zip code as that jabbering jackdaw.

Господь всемогущий, я понятия не имел, как Белла могла дойти до того, чтобы хаотично трещать как галка.

"I just got a phone call telling me that you jumped off the side of a cliff. Please tell me you weren't thinking of jumping over that Muppet-faced idiot Cullen." "He's not Muppet-faced." So that meant I was an idiot. Lovely.

"Мне только что сообщили по телефону, что ты спрыгнул с утеса. Пожалуйста, скажи мне, что ты и не думал перепрыгивать через этого идиота с кукольным лицом Каллена." "У него не кукольное лицо." Итак, это означало, что я был идиотом. Прекрасно.

When God had made Jacob Black he had bestowed brains upon him with the generosity of Ebenezer Scrooge.

Когда Бог создал Джейкоба Блэка, он даровал ему мозги со щедростью дядюшки Скруджа/ Гобсека.

I had barely left the room before Charlie all but fell through the doorway looking around suspiciously. Now I know where the Keystone Kops could find their newest member.

Я только успел покинуть комнату, как Чарли почти ввалился в дверной проем, подозрительно озираясь. Теперь я знаю, где Си Эс Ай может найти себе нового персонажа.

And of course I had to invite Marcus and the Volturi guard. Aro, too, despite him being a freaky little troll of a man.

И конечно я должен был пригласить Маркуса и охрану Volturi. Aro, также, несмотря на него являющийся причудливым маленьким троллем человека.

The chirping of her cell phone woke her two hours later. Bella rubbed at her eyes, saw she had a text from Jacob that said, "Wazzup?" I needed to add abuse of the English language to his list of crimes.

Щебетание ее сотового телефона разбудило ее два часа спустя. Белла протирала глаза, видел, что у нее был текст от Джейкоба, который сказал, "Как оно?" Я должен был добавить злоупотребление английским языком к его списку преступлений.

... Jess has her face pressed to the glass of her window watching us." I glanced and sure enough, she did. Jessica's nose was squashed in an excellent likeness of Miss Piggy.

... У Джес есть ее лицо, прижатое к стакану ее окна, наблюдая за нами." Я поглядел и конечно же, она сделала. Нос Джессики был раздавлен в превосходном сходстве мисс Свинка.

our approaching visitors, two young gentlemen who had been by the house before: Elder Thompson and Elder Weekes. Although who would name their sons Elder confused me. Why not Younger? Taller? Smarter? Regardless, Mother had a soft spot (слабость к ним, питала нежные чувства) for them. She always fed them cookies and lemonade.

Том – глава, раздел, газета… пол – потолок, стена…

"Jacob, Paul, you will not engage those women." Paul sniped, "I would never offer them a ring. Jesus would not approve." "That's not what he meant," Kate chuckled. "He meant don't try to fight us, little boy."

"Джейкоб, Пол, Вы не будете нанимать тех женщин." Пол стрелял из укрытия, "Я никогда не буду предлагать им кольцо. Иисус не одобрил бы." "Это не то, что он имел в виду," Кейт хихикала. "Он имел в виду, не пытаются бороться с нами, маленький мальчик."

Charlie was glad that the only thing he had ingested that morning was coffee, but even that small volume in his stomach was complaining about the sight.

Чарли был рад, что единственной вещью, которую он глотал тем утром, был кофе, но даже что небольшой объем в его животе жаловался на вид.

"With murders, patterns are really bad, Gwen. Serial killer bad. And missing blood? I hope to God the bodies were moved and there're two pools of blood sitting on the ground out there somewhere, and not in some psycho's fridge in a Tupperware container."

"С убийствами образцы действительно плохи, Гвен. Серийный убийца плохо. И недостающая кровь? Я надеюсь Богу, телами двигали и есть две лужи крови, сидящие на земле там где-нибудь, а не в холодильнике некоторого psycho в контейнере Tupperware."пластиковые контейнеры для еды

With considerable surprise, he felt within himself the annoying buzz of determination he thought lost with his younger years.

Со значительным удивлением он чувствовал в пределах себя раздражающий гул определения, он думал потерянный с его младшими годами.

Edward was silent for the first few minutes, driving at a speed much quicker than either the law or Bella's nerves allowed.

Эдвард был тих в течение первых нескольких минут, двигающихся на скорости, намного более быстрой или чем закон или чем позволенные нервы Беллы.

Anthony's wife had at last borne a child—a daughter. It wasn't anything as fortunate for the man as being gifted with a real son, and the ordeal had claimed his wife's life, but at least he had a pureblooded pocket – чистокровный карман? to fill with money when the time came for him to follow his wife to the grave.

Банковская ячейка?

The piano was easily visible from the entrance, stationed at the center of the parlor. With Rosalie still in his arms, Edward cautiously walked over to the instrument, feeling like a thief in Anthony Cullen's home. Every step he took stung as though he were walking on eggshells with bare feet.

Фортепьяно было легко видимо от входа, размещенного в центре комнаты. С Розали все еще в его руках, Эдвард осторожно шел к инструменту, чувствуя себя подобно вору в доме Энтони Каллена. Каждый шаг, который он сделал ужаленный, как если бы он шел на яичных скорлупах босиком.

По раскаленным углям

"Look, Edward, thanks for doing this… I really don't know what I would do otherwise." He smiled. "You'd probably find some other poor schmuck мудак шестерка to annoy into helping you." Заставить помочь. Задолбала, достала до такой степени чтобы он тебе помог

"But I do know the real reason you went to see Edward." Bella thought her heart must have stopped just then. "You do?" her voice came out with a crack. "The others don't see it… but I do a lot of watching… kind of a wallflower – стоят у стены ожидая приглашения, you know?" She smiled keenly.

She wanted to inform Angela that Edward got a kick out of throwing death threats her way, and that she had recently stabbed him outside the school parking lot—which was the kind of fodder основание причина for restraining orders, not a romance novel.

Maybe she smelled bad...like a cheap, overcooked hamburger… or dollar store Halloween candy. Низкого качества типа дешевых кроссовок воняет

She and her father shared an awkward dinner of reheated frozen-something-in-a-box.

Она и ее отец разделили неуклюжий обед перегорячих, "замороженных что-то в коробке".

"Privyet," he said in greeting. "You look miserable…" Хэлоу

"Feel better now?" "Getting there."

"I thought you were scandalized by my story… Edward the evil and all that." "I was. But I thought about it, after you left, and… I figure there needs to be light in someone in order to cast a shadow."

"Я думал, что Вы были шокированы моей историей … Эдвард зло и все это." "Я был. Но я думал об этом, после того, как Вы уехали, и …, я изображаю там потребности быть легким в ком-то, чтобы бросить тень."

Forks was small, rainy, cold, slow, and she had a fondness for none of the above.

Вилки были маленькими, дождливыми, холодными, медленными, и у нее была нежность ни к одному из вышеупомянутых.

"We're not putting anyone in my police department in danger. We're already tiptoeing around our lives wearing bulletproof vests to sleep and hiding our guns under our pillows. There ain't no way in hell you're gonna use me or anyone else as bait."

"Мы не помещаем никого в мое полицейское управление в опасности. Мы уже ходим на цыпочках вокруг наших жизней, носящих пуленепробиваемые жилеты, чтобы спать и скрывающий наше оружие под нашими подушками. Нет никакого пути в аду, Вы собираетесь использовать меня или кого-либо еще как приманка."

"We're not putting anyone in my police department in danger. We're already tiptoeing around our lives wearing bulletproof vests to sleep and hiding our guns under our pillows. There ain't no way in hell you're gonna use me or anyone else as bait."

"Tell me about Phoenix." "It's hot. Desert-y." Передать что жарко в непривычной для рус яз форме

"Intriguing theory. A little lacking in the evidence department, though."

Bella shook her head, as if expecting to shake free of her own thoughts.

At that moment, her voice sounded every bit as dead as her eyes looked.

"I'm scared. There's a man out there who wants to kill you… and, I'm just afraid of being alone." "Well, if the killer's interested in taking down the Forks police force, hanging out at the police station isn't exactly the best way to get yourself un-scared."

"Edward, look at yourself. You're completely dysfunctional. You need her—" "Don't talk to me." Edward would have to become un-dysfunctional all by himself, since there was no possibility of Bella returning to him after what he had said to her.

For a fleeting minute, they might have appeared as statues to a distant observer, so paralyzed was each by the sight of the other. They might have remained as such forever, if Edward hadn't, at that moment, let his self-control flutter away like a moth he had trapped between his hands.

But he said nothing; he could say nothing, for his words could not form in the thickness of the night any more than fire could burn without oxygen.

"Goodnight," she said. "Spokoinoi nochi," he answered.

That was just the sort of kiss the British liked to call 'snogging,' and her classmates liked to call 'get a room.'

What are you doing here in nowhere-ville America? Wasting time being a pitiful, brooding coward?

"Optimism has never been one of my strong points, Duck." "I have to admit that in the past few days, being a glass-is-half-full kind of person has been harder than usual"

"Take me away to Manchester, and show me where you grew up. We'll have a picnic. Scones and Earl Grey. Very British."

"Well, clearly someone wants you to think I was there when Joe died," explained Edward, forgoing sarcasm for the time being. "Anyway, don't you think it's a little odd that your only piece of evidence in this case happened to show up so easily, and point so obviously to a suspect? I'm sure you realize that the real world doesn't usually provide a ridiculous deus ex machina that will lead you to the real killer. This isn't Scooby Doo, officers."

"What are you up to?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and feeling that strange, wonderful energy of togetherness ripple through her.

Part of what I adored about him was how he was forever bouncing off the walls with the unbridled enthusiasm of a five-year-old building up a sugar rush on Christmas morning.

"Bells!" he exclaimed as he encircled me into one of his patented bone-crushing hugs.

I was in love with him, although it felt differently than I thought it would. It had come slowly, not the overwhelming struck-by-lightening sensation I had always thought love would be.

He was the only person I felt any connection to, the only person able to scratch under the surface to see who I really was.

He was the only person I felt any connection to, the only person able to scratch under the surface to see who I really was.

Leave it to Angela to sympathize with Jessica, the biggest gossip in Forks. Then again, Angela was always the one to avoid the name-calling and back stabbing that seemed even so prevalent in small towns.

As I rose, my gift for disaster reared its ugly head. My leg hit the table, sending my open can of Coke pouring into my lap. "Great. Karma."

The door swung shut behind me, resulting in a gust of wind that propelled me to my seat. Only in Forks could I get the chills in late August.

"I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen. What seems to be the problem?" I pointed begrudgingly to my ankle. He was already paging backward through the biblical tome that was my medical history.

"How's the macaroni, Mike?" "Awesome. More cheese than usual. This is the best day." He blissfully chewed on the noodles until Lauren felt the need to tell him he ate like a horse.

"My name is Edward Cullen." "I know." Apparently my brain on was autopilot, so my mouth defaulted to the stupidest statement possible. Barely recovering, I muttered, "Bella Swan." It was better than grunting "me Bella, you Edward," but not by much.

"Miss Swan, Mr. Cullen, since you two share such strong feelings for this play, why don't you read Romeo and Juliet's first scene for us?" Oh God. I didn't dare look at Edward, but I was almost certain we wore the same expression of horrified unwillingness.

This is the fluffiest thing I've ever written by a mile. Excuse me while I run off to murder a bunny so all is right in the universe…

"So Harry thinks that the Cullens drove to Seattle, kidnapped all six-foot-four inches of Sam from his dorm room, and are now keeping him tied up in the woods?"

I hated being the center of attention and would have successfully avoided any hoopla had it not been for the fact that Mike's birthday was just two days after mine, so, of course, he unfailingly remembered my birthday every year. Today was no exception. "Hey, birthday girl," he called to me from across the cafeteria at lunch.

"In the greatest stroke of luck ever, my parents are going out of town, so I'm throwing myself a birthday party. Saturday night. Possible keg. You can bring what's-his-name with you. It'll be fun."

I made a fruitless attempt to stand, but gravity had other plans.

I'd nearly died, yet I'd been down that road so many times that it didn't really faze me, especially now in my sudden euphoria.

"Lauren likes you and she's too self-involved to see that you are way out of her league."

"You must know that she is green with envy when it comes to you." I scoffed loudly. "She's the queen bee around here. I'm just some annoyingly weird girl she has to deal with at school."

"Good night, Michael! Nice party!" My voice was unnecessarily loud, telling me my blood-alcohol level was likely through the roof.

We both sulked toward my street in silence. When we were a block away, my guilty conscious reared its ugly head.

A bit of my drunken giddiness remained lodged in my chest waiting like a poltergeist to wreak havoc, but when my gaze fell upon Charlie's front porch, the poltergeist was officially exorcized.

"Bella?" Jacob's words cut through the damp evening air, hitting my face along with the chilly autumn breeze.

Quietly, I spoke nothing but the truth, as painful as it was. "I'm applying to Dartmouth. I have to. I need to feel like my own person." The tears fought their way out of his eyelids, but he nodded, urging me to continue.

"I can, Bells. I'll stick by you through anything. I can't live—no, I can't function without you."

"We don't have to plan our entire lives this second. Relax." He was so calm. This only worried me more. Despite what he said aloud, we were setting our future in stone.

This was the reason I had to know everything about him; I had to prove to myself that he wasn't perfect, that he had the emotional depth of a teaspoon, that we had nothing in common.

I had to kill every single butterfly that fluttered in my stomach whenever I was in Edward's presence; I had to see Edward just like every other male at Forks High School: immature, irritating, and irrelevant.

I had to kill every single butterfly that fluttered in my stomach whenever I was in Edward's presence; I had to see Edward just like every other male at Forks High School: immature, irritating, and irrelevant.

After Mike's party, Edward had begrudgingly admitted he found me interesting, so much so that he'd acquiesced to an "acquaintanceship" between the two of us.

I knew Edward kept his distance because he was worried that I was like all the other girls who swooned over his every word and fell completely in love with him within five seconds of first seeing his mind-numbingly dazzling face.

After school, Jacob's perky, cheerleader-like encouragements about my Dartmouth application brought a smile to my face, but my nerves were still on edge.

Anyone who saw my expression would know immediately I'd welcome a gunshot to the face rather than continue listening to the conversation around me.

For the most part, I was always in the driver's seat when it came to my emotions. With Jake, our love had blossomed slowly, so slowly that I never felt like I had fallen in love at all; rather, it was as if I'd taken baby steps until one day I arrived at the conclusion that we belonged together.

For the most part, I was always in the driver's seat when it came to my emotions. With Jake, our love had blossomed slowly, so slowly that I never felt like I had fallen in love at all; rather, it was as if I'd taken baby steps until one day I arrived at the conclusion that we belonged together.

I realized I had no idea where we were headed. "So," I asked, "what's the plan?" I was giddy, likely high from feeling like I was Bonnie to Edward's Clyde.

She's beautiful and you're, you know, perfect. You understandably have zero interest in anyone at school, and she's the only person I've ever seen who can even play in your league, so…

"That's…that's not possible." My jaw was suspended inches below my upper lip, so wide that I could feel the warm air from the heating vents of the car hit the back of my throat.

"Yes, you found someone." Edward's tone was resigned. "And you're happy." "Sure." My answer was identical to the one I gave dental hygienists who asked me if I flossed twice daily. For someone who claimed to be an expert at reading people, Edward didn't seem to notice the pain behind my voice.

"Do you want to explain why there's a pumpkin on your nightstand?" "Only if you'll clue me in on why you're sporting a purplish doughnut around your left eye."

He showed up on Charlie's doorstep looking like the end of Rocky and I wouldn't play the part of his Adrienne, refusing to coddle him and admire his machismo.

I never fought with Jake, not when I was his friend who was a girl and not now that I was his girlfriend.

It would be an obvious mistake, like confessing to drinking and driving when all you'd drank was two sips of an O'Doul's.

I headed off to the fire that struggled to burn under the light mist.

Edward led me through the main entrance, wisely ignoring the jesters in the ER who'd pepper me with an endless sampling of their "Bella Equals Hilarious Walking Disaster" routine.

"So you haven't told him how you feel, have you?" "No way. He'd stop talking to me…and I don't want—I can't lose him." "So you're sure he's not on the same page as you, then?" "He's not even reading the same book, Mom."

He shook his head once and then determination commandeered his tone.

Before I could speak, his head snapped up, his eyes open as far as they could go, casting a wide net from which I could not escape.

"When can I go back to school?" "As soon as you feel you're up to it, provided you take all the necessary precautions." "I will be the poster child for caution, I promise."

My voice met Charlie in the waiting room before my body did. From the corridor, I boomed, "Dad, take me to school."

we headed through the lunch line, Jessica prattling on about prom, me "yeahing" and "umming" to Jessica's questions about dress-shopping, Lauren scoffing under her breath in response to every sound I made, hating me even more than usual.

My vocal chords felt thick and scratchy against my throat. I spoke louder to compensate, but I didn't sound the least bit intimidating.

My vocal chords felt thick and scratchy against my throat. I spoke louder to compensate, but I didn't sound the least bit intimidating.

My vocal chords felt thick and scratchy against my throat. I spoke louder to compensate, but I didn't sound the least bit intimidating.

"This was never about friendship for me." Against me, he used my own stale words from a lifetime ago.

I couldn't look at Huntley, so my eyes befriended the floor.

Huntley kept an unnaturally tidy office, with plaques and framed certificates adorning every square inch of wall space. If I squinted, I was pretty sure some of them dated back to spelling bees he participated in during elementary school while others likely commiserated his third-place finish in the hot dog eating contest held in the town square every Fourth of July.

"I'll see you Monday, then." In a moment of complete unEdwardness, his voice cracked.

I worked hard to remind myself everything was different now. I couldn't go back to being a doormat by allowing Edward to walk all over me and steal my heart without permission. Stubbornness, bitterness, bitchiness…I welcomed illogical emotions because they barricaded out the pain.

"Have a good weekend, Bella." Mike's well wishes proved futile, as the following two and a half days consisted of my stomach, heart, and brain twisting themselves into knotted bewilderment.

"What the hell, Alice? The Greatest Hits of ABBA? Awesome," I choked out, mystified as to why this somehow earned me permanent access to a musical holocaust of tooth-rottingly saccharine lyrics and grating disco beats.

"Hey, Mom." "You still sound terrible, sweetheart. Are you sleeping?" Since Thanksgiving, even before last week's "accident," Renee began every call like this. Her voice was always too careful; I could practically hear eggshells crunch as her words poured through the receiver.

"Soon you're not going to need me anymore." I shook my head. "I'll still need you, Alice." Her smile could have easily swallowed her entire face. "Thanks."

he straightened himself out and headed the opposite direction down the hallway, the tornado of copper hair atop his head standing out against the dull haze of the faceless scurrying to their next class.

I loved the way that the detectives in the stories had flaws, dark pasts, made mistakes and tortured themselves for these mistakes. I loved the way they tried to do the right thing even while hovering in that grey area between the upright world and the seedy underbelly.

...most males think she's attractive. If they knew the toxicity of her personality they might think twice, but maybe not. Human males are pretty predictable.

"Why can't you ask Carlisle? He's working today, too." "Because Carlisle works as a doctor while you play Sam Spade all day."

Emmett keeps borrowing the cleaning supplies and then the windows in here are filthy and I don't even know I'm out of Windex. Maddening!

"She's been reading 'What to Expect When You're Expecting'? What the hell?" Emmett turns his face from Alice to me. "Edward, did you know you tried to kill a pregnant teenager?"

We encounter a bit of a diplomatic crisis, our own little "Bay of Pigs".

"I'm not going to tell anyone, like anyone in this town talks to me anyway." We look at her with surprise and she points to her pregnant belly again. "I'm kind of wearing a big scarlet "P" on my chest. I'm not really seen as a good influence on teenage girls."

We offered her the secretary job at our office. Not that there's a real need for one. I mean, our phone isn't exactly ringing off the hook.

"Well, I was thinking we could plan a really nice party at our place and only invite people we like and then everyone who had been trolls to you would be jealous."

I can tell she's embarrassed and I'm pretty ashamed of myself for talking to her so I make myself scarce in my office for the rest of the day.

"Hello, Mr. Cullen." "Edward, please," I say with a smile. He does something with his mouth that I think is supposed to be a smile.

...my new room doesn't have enough space so they've just moved my couch and desk in there, along with my journals, which contain the scintillating details of my 100 plus years of ennui. Emmett calls it "100 years of loserdom."

"You mean I still look like a teenager?" The chief laughs. "Sorry, maybe if you grew a mustache or something." He strokes his own cop-like facial hair. The girls coming downstairs interrupt this episode of "Chief's Makeover Show".

Renee's mind is the most interesting sort of non-linear place. She seems to think in pictures and sometimes her pictures are a little surreal. It's a little Fellini-esque (without the dwarves) and I am getting kind of disoriented. I figure that this must be what it's like to do hallucinogenic drugs.

Renee's eyes get big, and she has a flurry of wedding-related images flood into her brain/thought-blender/swirling vortex of crazy.

"I'm sorry," she says, reaching into what looks like a tiny bag and pulling out some clothes, which she tosses in my direction. I catch them and look at her curiously. She ignores my look and pulls out some more clothes which she tosses to Emmett. Jesus, her bag must have a wormhole in it or something.

"Remember the time in Denver when you insisted on going after that stewardess…" "Flight attendant." "What?" "Flight attendant. They don't call them stewardesses anymore. It's not politically correct. They call them flight attendants." My brother explains patiently.

I present her with all the reasons why she should marry me. 1) She told that she would. 2) Providing her baby with a stable home. (At which Emmett says,"You're going to live in a barn?) 3) We love each other and that's what people who love each other do. 4) Tax deduction (you wouldn't believe the taxes we pay!) 5) Because if I never saw the Cubs win the World Series again, it would lessen some of my despair.

Thomas was planning on getting drunk for the first time at his friend's house but we switched out all their alcohol with Kool-Aid and Thomas and his friend pretended to be drunk, because that's what teenagers do.

We caught a flight to Niagara, because I decided that a honeymoon at Niagara Falls was all cool and romantic. Well, I was right about the whole "cool" part since it was November in upstate New York.

Their guilt was tangible, a thick, suffocating fog.

"If I were you, I think I'd stop what you are doing," he purred in a voice that was a mixture of sensual velvet and promised death.

...her heart was pounding like a racehorse in her chest...

I didn't know what the company made or did, all I knew was that it packed in the money like there was no tomorrow. So obviously it was important.

I had been assigned to write an article about him, and there was no way I could say no. My boss was putting my next promotion on the line with this story, so it's a make or break type of deal.

"Daddy! Daddy, where are you? I don't wanta play hide g' seek an'mor'!" Little Bee Swan was pouting in despair after not being able to find her daddy.

"Daddy!" his daughter moaned. "Where are you! I wanta go ho'!"

"Why you do dat? She looked at her father with her tearful eyes and said, "Don' do dat again."

Upon finding the spreads I found NUTELLA! "My brother should so try this. He needs more nuts!" I said to myself.

... we're standing in the kitchen, and I see Edward's dad there. I think he's going through mail or something. Cullen clears his throat. "Dad?" I'm all fidgety! Chillax, Bella. I stop fidgeting, though, when Mr. Cullen looks up.

"Renee is right," Esme says with a firm nod. Great, she's BFF-ing my parents? Ugh. I hate it when parents team up.

But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die. Genesis 2:17

1. FIRST SIGHT

It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue.

I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace… My carry-on item was a parka.

My Dad seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car.

Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks.

Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I stumbled my way off the plane.

Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I stumbled my way off the plane.

I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington.

My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced. "What kind of car?" "Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

That would explain why I didn't remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

"Well, honey, I kind of already bought the car for you. As a homecoming gift."

We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for Conversation. We stared out the windows in silence.

Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.

He still lived in the small, two-bedroom house that he'd bought with my mother in the early days of their marriage. Those were the only kind of days their marriage had — the early ones.

One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover. He left me alone to unpack and get settled, a feat that would have been altogether impossible for my mother.

Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven — now fifty-eight — students; there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home.

All of the kids here had grown up together — their grandparents had been toddlers together.

I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak. Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I'd never fit in anywhere. I should be tan, sporty, blond — a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps — all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.

I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete; I didn't have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself — and harming both myself and anyone else who stood too close.

Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs.

Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background.

But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle.

Over the small fireplace in the adjoining handkerchief-sized family room was a row of pictures.

I donned my jacket — which had the feel of a biohazard suit — and headed out into the rain.

I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood.

The engine started quickly, to my relief, but loudly, roaring to life and then idling at top volume.

"Can I help you?" "I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the immediate awareness light her eyes.

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.

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.

He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.

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.

She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue

The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features.

He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second... — it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.

As I looked swiftly away, it seemed to me that his glance held some kind of unmet expectation.

One of my new acquaintances, who considerately reminded me that her name was Angela, had Biology II with me the next hour.

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

But Edward Cullen's back stiffened, and he turned slowly to glare at me — his face was absurdly handsome — with piercing, hate-filled eyes.

My car seemed like a haven, already the closest thing to home I had in this damp green hole of a city.

Part of me wanted to confront him and demand to know what his problem was.

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 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 — trying to keep my eyes from sweeping the place for him, and failing entirely — I saw that his four siblings were sitting together and he was not with them.

Last night I'd discovered that Charlie couldn't 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.

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 checked the clock. I still had an hour, but my mom was well known for jumping the gun.

I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.

When we walked out of class, the air was full of swirling bits of white. "Wow," Mike said. "It's snowing."

I thought snow was supposed to come down in flakes — you know, each one unique and all that. These just look like the ends of Q-tips.

It was raining, washing all traces of the snow away in clear, icy ribbons down the side of the walkway.

I would have written it myself, but his clear, elegant script intimidated me. I didn't want to spoil the page with my clumsy scrawl.

I tried to appear attentive as Mr. Banner illustrated, with transparencies on the overhead projector, what I had seen without difficulty through the microscope.

A fine layer of snow covered the yard, dusted the top of my truck, and whitened the road.

Charlie had left for work before I got downstairs. In a lot of ways, living with Charlie was like having my own place, and I found myself reveling in the aloneness instead of being lonely.

I felt excited to go to school, and that scared me. I knew it wasn't the stimulating learning environment I was anticipating, or seeing my new set of friends.

It took every ounce of my concentration to make it down the icy brick driveway alive.

They put me in the emergency room, a long room with a line of beds separated by pastel-patterned curtains... Since no one bothered pulling the curtain around to give me some privacy, I decided I wasn't obligated to wear the stupid-looking neck brace anymore, so I quickly unfastened the Velcro and threw it under the bed.

I turned my head sharply away from him, clenching my jaw against all the wild accusations I wanted to hurl at him.

We played basketball. My team never passed me the ball, so that was good, but I fell down a lot. Sometimes I took people with me.

I looked in my rearview mirror. A line was beginning to form. Directly behind me, Tyler was in his car, waving. I was too aggravated to acknowledge him.

"Um, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Seattle for the day a week from Saturday… if that's okay?" I didn't want to ask permission — it set a bad precedent — but I felt rude, so I tacked it on at the end.

I had more money than I was used to having, since, thanks to Charlie, I hadn't had to pay for a car. Not that the truck didn't cost me quite a bit in the gas department.

"That truck probably doesn't get very good gas mileage," he said, echoing my thoughts.

"Do you want me to come with you?" I tried to be crafty as I hid my horror. "That's all right, Dad, I'll probably just be in dressing rooms all day — very boring." "Oh, okay." The thought of sitting in women's clothing stores for any period of time immediately put him off.

"How do you do that?" I asked in amazed irritation.

"But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella." His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence.

I realized Mike wasn't sitting in his usual seat next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt. But he and Eric both met me at the door as usual, so I figured I wasn't totally unforgiven.

The rain was supposed to take a minor break, and so maybe his beach trip would be possible. I tried to sound eager, to make up for disappointing him yesterday. It was hard; rain or no rain, it would still only be in the high forties, if we were lucky.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked. "No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full — of butterflies.

"What if I'm not a superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?"

Edward had scooped me up in his arms, as easily as if I weighed ten pounds instead of a hundred and ten.

I was preparing to give him the silent treatment — my face in full pout mode — but then I recognized the music playing, and my curiosity got the better of my intentions.

Lauren shook out her cornsilk hair and eyed me scornfully.

The tide line was strewn with huge driftwood trees, bleached bone white in the salt waves.

The clouds still circled the sky, threatening to invade at any moment, but for now the sun shone bravely in its halo of blue sky.

It was relaxing to sit with Angela; she was a restful kind of person to be around — she didn't feel the need to fill every silence with chatter.

I had an unreasonable, unprofessional, unwork-related desire to be around her.

We were only a foot apart and every breath she exhaled kissed my skin. For a moment, I was living for each punctuated delivery.

"She asked about you, you know," Bella said, inclining her chin to gesture at the hallway where Claire was, twenty yards away at her station.

"I had no visitor that day. No one came." "What?" I spat out, as if the words had been lassoed from inside my gut and wrenched out of my mouth.

My jumbled thoughts began to leap about in my head in all different directions.

What is the first thing you think when you see an older man with a younger woman? Trophy wife. And I've heard you say it so don't even try to deny it. You can swap out the gender roles, but the motivation remains the same.

"Let me know if you, uh, need anything. There's a game on tonight I thought I'd watch." My dad and sports. He'd be camped out in front of the TV the rest of the night.

It was times like these I wished the Spanish Influenza had finished its devouring pilgrimage in my body, and had allowed me to pass on.

"Seriously though, what is it that you do these days? All the sulking and the preferred leave me alone speeches are really getting old Ed."

Rosalie severely infected my patience. She had always been somewhat vain, and cold hearted.

Who was she? What was her name? Where had she come from? Why did she interfere in our affairs? What did she warn us from? These were only few leaves that hung on a tree of questions with hundreds more.

The encounter became less and less important to everyone as they went on with their daily activities. At first the house was stirred with much confusion and curiosity but as the call of our regular lives shouted at us those emotions evaporated.

My entire being shook with anger. It was like an earthquake that erupted within me and released thousands of volcanoes screeching with rage, and ignited flares of madness.

My curiosity was overflowing. I needed cups of answers that could lessen the amount.

The fury within me was about ready to implode. I felt the pressure inside me building and squeezing all the rage up through the tunnel that was my throat.

His train of thought suddenly changed direction.

As the hours passed I listened to the clicking of the clock. I focused on the bombarding rain as it fired its drops all over the house.

"You're up early" he announced, as I entered the kitchen. I nodded, digging through the cupboards and producing all the necessary ingredients for a complicated bowl of cheerios. You seem," he began, eying my food. I sat down. "Cheery." He chuckled at his joke and ran his hand over the back of his neck.

"You're up early" he announced, as I entered the kitchen. I nodded, digging through the cupboards and producing all the necessary ingredients for a complicated bowl of cheerios. You seem," he began, eying my food. I sat down. "Cheery." He chuckled at his joke and ran his hand over the back of his neck.

I knew that stressing out over it would only make the situation worse, but Edward's story had rattled me. When I left the house that night, Carlisle had pulled me aside, all concerned eyes and tense shoulders.

The girl standing before me was a sight to behold. Her hair was windblown and tousled, her makeup AWOL, her clothes drenched. On their own, these would not ordinarily be a cause for panic. It happened, even to the prom queen.

The girl standing before me was a sight to behold. Her hair was windblown and tousled, her makeup AWOL, her clothes drenched. On their own, these would not ordinarily be a cause for panic. It happened, even to the prom queen.

He didn't sound excited at the prospect, and neither was I, and once again I considered pitching the run-away-and-never-look-back idea.

I thought briefly about running away screaming, finding a nice little hidey hole and eating bugs and drinking from the river until I died. That way I didn't have to face what I knew was coming.

It was that look that I dreaded most. That look that said 'I trusted you, and you let me down.' The one every parent comes fully equipped with but reserves for the most dire of circumstances. The one reserved for when your child has really shown themselves to be a bad egg.

The lack of answer told me one of two things: Either Dad was so infuriated that he could not yet respond, or he'd had a heart attack when I walked in the door alive. That was one coin I didn't want to flip.

I grabbed the bag of marshmallows the kids had been using to make s'mores... That gave me the perfect excuse for stealing his s'more, I told myself, and plucked the last bit of graham-cracker-and-chocolaty goodness from his hand.

I was looking at his tatoo. A music scale with a treble clef and three half notes on the measure. "What do they mean?" I asked. "They're notes. A, C, and E." "Oh," I said softly, still not understanding. He laughed. "For Alice, Carlisle, and Esme, my family. It's corny, but it helps me keep all the things I love close, you know?"

"These kids are driving me crazy!" Angela cried one day at lunch. I tried not to laugh at "cool, calm, and collected" Angela freaking out over a group of ankle-biters.

"I'm just so proud of you," my mother whispered into my hair. "I haven't even done anything to be proud of yet," I told her. "Yet," Mom said firmly. I sighed but dropped my argument. It was really no use when she got on her "Proud Mama" horse.

So, it turns out that skiing across flat snow really isn't that bad. In fact, it's really fun and not unlike the sock skating I used to do on my mom's old hardwood floors as a kid.

"I had to go buy her a new pair of shoes. I don't think I'll ever recover from having to walk into a store and ask for size eleven Uggs!" "Size eleven?" Alice asks. "Who'd you go on a date with? Big Foot?"

"I had to go buy her a new pair of shoes. I don't think I'll ever recover from having to walk into a store and ask for size eleven Uggs!" "Size eleven?" Alice asks. "Who'd you go on a date with? Big Foot?"

"Tanya! Hi!" I say, not unfriendly because she and I always got along—unlike that psycho Jane, who hated me with the passive aggressiveness of a dull knife. She jabbed at me all the time never really cutting too deep but poking enough to really annoy me.

"Tanya! Hi!" I say, not unfriendly because she and I always got along—unlike that psycho Jane, who hated me with the passive aggressiveness of a dull knife. She jabbed at me all the time never really cutting too deep but poking enough to really annoy me.

It didn't make me want to look at him any less; his expressions were a fusion cuisine of emotions. Irritation combined with distraction. Resignation and regret, but with a dash of amusement.

I could see how hard he was trying to hold onto the reticence and distance he had cultivated, and yet, something else fought to escape from behind the shields of his eyes.

But I do see a few dust bunnies and balls of yarn under the couch.

Now the masseur paused and began concentrating on an area between my shoulder blade and the base of my cervical spine. "Bingo."

When we finally made our way into the house some time later, the kitchen was crowded with bed-headed cooks and pajama-clad coffee drinkers.

There was a dull bitterness seething below the surface now. I could hear it in his voice. It didn't have the sharp and vinegary tones of fresh anger, but instead was sad and blunted, the way black licorice numbs the tongue.

"I really, really like you," he says. "Yeah?" I grin. "I'm very likable."

Only I could manage to slip and fall onto a dull knife, effectively slicing through my arm. Of course, my drama-queen of a mother refused to listen to the voice of reason. It was just an accident. What kind of idiot would commit suicide by both cutting her arm open and giving herself a concussion?

She hadn't used any punctuation, not even paragraph separation, nothing that showed the ebb and flow of her words. It made me tired just looking at it. Tanya Cullen: im puttin 2gthr a list of our thngs and want to now if u want teh stake knive set tht yr fathrs recptnst gave us, the cut glass bud vase that we hv duplicats of, the kitchenette set, and the teak chr year mothers bro got from kanye (also the salad tongs with the elefant & teh zebar). You can have the everday dinnerware, becuz Imkeeping the the crystal silver and ov cours the china since it was my grandmothers. I packd up yur office & left the boxes In the small br, let me kno wen u want to get them, but Tues nite wud B gud. ok. bye. t

The waitress took our plates and left the check. My brother dug in his pocket for his wallet. "Let me," I said and grabbed the check. He tried to grab it back and the paper made a pffft sound when it ripped in half. The waitress raised her eyebrows. Jasper looked at me in concern, and then flashed his sweetheart eyes at the waitress to ease the tension. "I guess we're splittin' it," he said with a laugh. She smirked at him, and we each threw some bills down on the table.

I had the dishwasher organized like the Dewey Decimal System in no time flat. This was my signature chore and I was its master.

"What's going on?" I couldn't help the growl. He said only one word. "Out-laws." When I caught a glimpse of the new arrivals, I automatically aligned my body behind my brother's. The first thing I heard was my future ex-mother-in-law's lockjaw tones.

"What's going on?" I couldn't help the growl. He said only one word. "Out-laws." When I caught a glimpse of the new arrivals, I automatically aligned my body behind my brother's. The first thing I heard was my future ex-mother-in-law's lockjaw tones. My father-in-law, in contrast to his wife, didn't look excited to be here in the slightest, but shook hands enthusiastically with my father.

The phone rang. It was my brother. "Yo, man! Just calling to make sure all is well." He sounded enthusiastically drunk. "So you're on your way back?" "I don't know. May be I'll drive to city." "No. Dude. Thas not a good idea. Wan me ta come and get you? I'm fine to droove." Clearly not. "I'll lose her if I don't go right now." "Aren't you being a little mellerdramatic."

I wonder at what point being alone will turn into loneliness.

I came up with absolutely nothing, nada, niente.

I was incontrovertibly, unconditionally, irrefutably, irrevocably in love.

My voice could have given him frostbite. "I'm not interested in talking anymore about it".

"I just finished your report. It's great. Your work is getting better all the time. It won't be long until you're in my seat." "I don't think I could even begin to hope to fill your seat, Buddy." "Are you calling me fat, girl?" His brown eyes twinkled as he let out a loud belly laugh. We both knew I was not talking about his size. "I call em like I see em," I told him with a mischievous grin.

"I like you, Bella. You keep my on my toes." "That must be difficult, all that weight on ten tiny toes." Who could joke with their boss the way I could?

"Hurry up, Bella!" Alice was a ball of energy, which was never a good thing when we were supposed to be stationary for a few hours.

He really loves and respects you, you know? He got so animated talking about you and I ate it up with a spoon. It's nice that there are other people out there that recognize what a fantastic, talented person you are.

"What? But I thought he was going to make me go back to my old job." "He was thinking about it and I made him unthink about it." "Unthink isn't a word." "It is if I want it to be."

"What's up with you all calling me beautiful anyway? Can't you use something more manly? Handsome? Studly? I'll even take gorgeous. Beautiful is for girls."

"So, the morning of the interview, I'm buzzed on energy. I'm on a sugar high minus the sugar. I was raring to go. I was going to make a name for myself, you know?"

There were few women that could go toe to toe with me, but Alice Brandon was definitely one of them.

"I brought a pie!" Alice proudly placed a pumpkin pie down on the table. It was clearly straight from a bakery, because Alice couldn't cook... "Alice, it's beautiful." Esme hugged her. "You did a great job on it." "You brought it or you bought it?" I asked quietly, not wanting to ruin the happy homemaker image she was clearly trying to project. "Both, of course," she replied with a smile.

"I brought a pie!" Alice proudly placed a pumpkin pie down on the table. It was clearly straight from a bakery, because Alice couldn't cook... "Alice, it's beautiful." Esme hugged her. "You did a great job on it." "You brought it or you bought it?" I asked quietly, not wanting to ruin the happy homemaker image she was clearly trying to project. "Both, of course," she replied with a smile.

"I love you, Ma. I'll love you even more when I have something yummy in my tummy."

"If you give me half-effort again, I'll be looking for the new quarterback. Locker, Luck, Newton? What do you think? Which one of them could be your replacement?" "Not one of them is fit to carry my jockstrap, Coach, and you know it."

Emmett was grinning and waving his arms like a madman while Rose tried unsuccessfully to cork his exuberance.

"Are you calling me a wuss, son? Why I'll have you know that in my day, I could outrun you, outgun you and outsmart you!"

I did not miss the days of the revolving door of boyfriends. Jasper was the right guy for her.

"Looking good, Cullen!" Jasper let out a wolf whistle and I rolled my eyes.

Our wedding is supposed to be fun, not stressful. If you want, we can run to Vegas and get married this weekend. No muss, no fuss.