AN: Good evening my friends. I hope you all have been staying safe. It's been a long time since I have felt this passionate about writing and it is much easier to publish chapters then. On a side note, none of my stories have been abandoned so if there is another story of mine you like do not lose hope on it being finished someday. Anyway, anything you recognize is Stephenie Myer's and anything you don't is mine. Today is Monday July 12th, 2021 and this is the third chapter today!
The rest of the week was uneventful. I got used to the routine of my classes. By Friday I was able to recognize, if not name, almost all the students at school. In Gym, the kids on my team learned not to pass me the ball and to step quickly in front of me if the other team tried to take advantage of my weakness. I happily stayed out of their way.
I slowly became closer to the people who I sat with at the cafeteria table. There was the occasional comment about homework and the teachers but mostly it centered around a trip to the La Push Ocean Park in two weeks that Mike was putting together. Jessica leaned forward in her seat her cheeks flushed as she watched Mike's every movement. Angela and I exchanged looks and tried not to laugh. I was invited, and I had agreed to go, more out of politeness than desire. Beaches should be hot and dry.
My first weekend in Forks passed without incident. Charlie, unused to spending time in the usually empty house, worked most of the weekend. I cleaned the house, got ahead on my homework, and wrote my mom more bogusly cheerful e-mails. It was hard to stay cheerful in a place that was constantly raining when I adored the heat and sunshine. I ended up driving to the library for want of something to do on Saturday, but it was so poorly stocked that I didn't bother to get a card; I would have to make a date to visit Olympia or Seattle soon and find a good bookstore. I wondered idly what kind of gas mileage the truck got… and shuddered at the thought.
Jessica called me on Sunday afternoon just to talk. I was flabbergasted. No one had ever wanted me to talk to them on the phone before. It didn't take me long to realize that she was bored since Angela was at church at a function and Lauren, a girl with long blonde hair who sat at our lunch table, was grounded for mouthing off to her mom.
The rain stayed soft over the weekend, quiet, so I was able to sleep well.
People greeted me in the parking lot Monday morning. I didn't know all their names, but I waved back and smiled at everyone. 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 here.
When we walked out of class, the air was full of swirling bits of white. I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other. The wind bit at my cheeks, my nose.
"Wow," Mike said. "It's snowing."
I looked at the little cotton fluffs that were building up along the sidewalk and swirling erratically past my face.
"Ew." Snow. There went my good day. I stuck my tongue out then blushed. That was rather childish.
He looked surprised. "Don't you like snow?"
"No. That means it's too cold for rain." Obviously. "Besides, I thought it was supposed to come down in flakes — you know, each one unique and all that. These just look like the ends of Q-tips."
"Haven't you ever seen snow fall before?" he asked incredulously.
"Sure I have." I paused for a moment. "On TV."
Mike laughed. And then a big, squishy ball of dripping snow smacked into the back of his head. We both turned to see where it came from. I had my suspicions about Eric, who was walking away, his back toward us — in the wrong direction for his next class. Mike apparently had the same notion. He bent over and began scraping together a pile of the white mush.
"I'll see you at lunch, okay?" I kept walking as I spoke. "Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside."
He just nodded, his eyes on Eric's retreating figure.
Throughout the morning, everyone chattered excitedly about the snow; apparently it was the first snowfall of the new year. I kept my mouth shut. Sure, it was drier than rain — until it melted in your socks.
I walked alertly to the cafeteria with Jessica after Spanish. Mush balls were flying everywhere. I kept a binder in my hands, ready to use it as a shield if necessary. Jessica thought I was hilarious, but something in my expression kept her from lobbing a snowball at me herself.
Mike caught up to us as we walked in the doors, laughing, with ice melting the spikes in his hair. He and Jessica were talking animatedly about the snow fight as we got in line to buy food.
Mike bought a huge burger and fries. Jessica bought a small side salad with no dressing and a lemonade. I bought I ham sandwich, a bag of chips, and a Coca-Cola.
We sat at our usual table in the corner and I sighed.
"Hey Jess, what did you do over the weekend?" Lauren asked, shaking her long pale hair over her shoulder.
"Not too much." She said with a shrug. "I did laundry and made sure to get all my homework done."
"What? You did?" Angela asked, surprised.
"Of course! I wanted to make sure there's nothing my parents can find to keep me from watching the mid-season premiere of One Tree Hill tomorrow." Jessica said, spearing a tomato and popping it in her mouth.
"What's that?" I asked after swallowing loudly. The girls all stopped and turned to me in varying degrees of shock. My cheeks flushed.
"It's the best tv show on right now!" Lauren said, giving me a dark look.
"Oh." I said, with a frown. Angela cringed and bit her lip.
"It's about -" Jessica started but Mike interrupted us just then. He was planning an epic battle of the blizzard in the parking lot after school and wanted us to join. Jessica agreed enthusiastically. The way she looked at Mike left little doubt that she would be up for anything he suggested. I kept silent. Angela and I exchanged a look, and she smiled in sympathy. I blushed and quickly took a bite of my sandwich. I would have to hide in the gym until the parking lot cleared.
I didn't really want to walk to class with Mike as usual — he seemed to be a popular target for the snowball snipers — but when we went to the door, everyone besides me groaned in unison. It was raining, washing all traces of the snow away in clear, icy ribbons down the side of the walkway. I pulled my hood up, secretly pleased. I would be free to go straight home after Gym.
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