Chapter 2
When I got home from school that day, I threw my bag down and started with Charlie's dinner. I wonder what I should cook today. I peeked in the fridge; there was nothing there but milk, eggs, cheese, and some beer. I looked in the pantry; there was cereal, crackers, and soup. Ugh, that meant I had to go to the grocery store. I hated getting out of the house, even if it meant there was a chance that I would see one of the Cullens somewhere in the outside world.
I drove to Wal-Mart and saw the angry and very tortured looking wires sticking out of the dashboard of my prehistoric Chevy. It was a gruesome sight. I found a towel in the glove compartment and covered it. That's better. I went down the aisles with a cart and got the groceries. I had made a list, but forgotten it at home. Oh well. I filled the cart and went to check out. The clerk kept checking me out. It was creepy. He looked about my age. What was so special about me? I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and my sandals. Nothing special. I had my hair up in a ponytail and that's it. What a creeper.
I got Charlie's dinner ready just in time. I made shrimp and chicken stir fry. Charlie seemed to love it. That was good. I made extra, so that there would be some leftover for tomorrow night, because nobody knows what condition I would be in.
"How was your day, Bells?" Charlie interrogated.
"It was good. I have some homework, so I'm going to go work on it upstairs," I lied.
"All right" He said.
I grabbed my bag and ran upstairs. I had no homework, in truth. It was just that when we were dating, Edward had given me his locker combination. I memorized it, and today, I felt brave enough to check it out and see if he had anything in there. I told my Spanish teacher that I wasn't feeling well, so she sent me to the nurse. Instead of going there, I checked out his locker. The hallways were deserted, so that was a good sign. I hesitantly had opened it and gasped.