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I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and slightly disoriented. I remembered having the strangest dream, but I couldn't quite seem to grasp what it had been about. Was it important? I shrugged it off. Belatedly, I realized that today was Saturday. No matter how interesting I found my tutoring sessions, they wouldn't be able to preoccupy me for long.

I looked out the window and gasped. It was a beautiful day, the clearest I'd seen since coming to Forks. The clouds were thin and didn't look like they'd last long. My wrist vibrated and I looked at the flashing monitor. The word PHONE seemed to scream at me in urgency. I wondered what I should do. It wasn't like I could answer it, and I wasn't sure if Charlie was still here.

I made my way downstairs, hoping my father had answered. Sure enough, he was holding the phone and writing something on the message pad. I must have made enough noise to get his attention; he looked up and smiled at me.
"Bells," his lips said, "It's for you. Mike called to ask if you want to go to the beach with him and some friends. They're taking advantage of the good weather. Do you want to go?"

I thought for a minute. I could go to the beach and do my studying with Edward later. That would guarantee me a full day of things to keep my mind busy. My other option would be to extend my tutoring session two or three hours. My debate lasted a second before I nodded and said, "I'd love to, Dad. When?"

He started talking on the phone again, nodding and laughing before finally hanging up and turning to me. "They'll be here around ten to pick you up."

"Thanks, Dad. Are you going fishing today?" I asked.

He looked hesitant, "Well, I'd thought about, it, since you have plans and all. If you want, though, I can stay."

"No, that's fine, Dad. I was just wondering. Hey, could you send a message to Edward? Let him know that I'll call him when I get home." I felt somewhat awkward making my dad talk to people for me. Actually, I felt bad for Edward- Charlie isn't exactly known for his way with words.

"Of course, Bells. Just write down what you want me to say and I'll tell his father," he said, handing me a pad of notes.

I took it and wrote the words neatly;

Edward,
I'm going to the beach today with some friends from school. I'm sorry about missing the tutoring lesson! Would it be all right to do it when I get back? I'll have my dad call when I get home.
bella

I read over it several times, feeling as if something was missing but not sure what to add. Eventually, I gave up and handed to Charlie.

I went upstairs to get ready for the beach. I decided on a pair of sturdy jeans and my favorite blouse. My wrist vibrated just as I was finishing and I headed downstairs to get the door. I debated with myself on bringing my jacket. It was beautiful outside, barely a trace of rain. However, knowing how fickle the weather could be here, I decided to be safe. I grabbed it on the way out the door. Mike and Jessica were waiting for me on the porch. I wasn't sure where Jess stood with my condition, and I didn't need her making snide comments all day.

I shook away those thoughts and tried to look as cheerful as possible. I was still unable to smile. We greeted each other and I climbed into the van full of people, miraculously managing to get a seat by the quiet and peaceful Angela.

Unfortunately, she seemed to be in a talkative mood, leaving me no time to dwell on my thoughts.
"How are you, Bella?" She asked. I noticed that she was trying hard to form her words perfectly to help me understand better.

"I'm okay. Considering what I've gone through, I could be worse, I suppose." I said, feeling a bitter edge creep into my voice.

I saw concern in her eyes. Suddenly, she smiled, and to my amazement, she began signing. Is there anything I can do to help?

Slowly and carefully I responded. Not really, I'm just being difficult with myself. Don't worry about it.

When did you start learning sign language? She asked.

Yesterday, I replied. Edward came over and began teaching me. Towards it's harder than it looks.

She gave a small nod of understanding, which thankfully ended the conversation. I was content to spend the rest of my time staring out of the window. I was enveloped in my own thoughts. If I was being truthful with myself, I would say that the majority of them were centered on Edward, replaying the scene from yesterday over and over. It made me feel happier than thinking about my predicament, which dominated the other part of my mind.

Sooner than I expected, the car stopped. I saw a bright beach and beautiful, gray-blue water. I blinked several times and slowly got out of the car. Smiling, I stretched my legs and looked around. There were several kids from the tribe hanging around a fire. Some people from our group were walking over to join them. Angela stood by my side loyally as Lauren and Jessica exited the van. They threw me mocking smiles before following their friends. I shook my head slightly and bitterness crept into my smile.

Sighing, I signed to Angela, Why do you think she's like that?

She smiled sympathetically. I never understood Jess. For now it's Lauren ruling her actions. Soon enough, she'll get bored of this drama and be friendly enough.

I scowled and headed towards the benches that surrounded the fire. Little did I know that the next few minutes would forever redefine my view on Edward and his family…

dun dun DUH!! so whats going to happen next??