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I stagger into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror in the grey morning light. I look like death. I look out the bathroom window and outside looks like some sort of ghostly afterlife. It's grey with fog and so damp that everything is covered in little beads of moisture even though it's not actually raining. I shower until the hot water runs out and then spend a painful twenty minutes trying to dry my hair with the hair dryer on maximum speed and heat but it is still no match for the ubiquitous moisture. My hair goes from feeling hot and mostly dry to cold and slightly wet five minutes later.
Disheartened, I give up and try to find some clothes to wear. My grey Henley only reflects back the grey outside, in both my room and my life but I don't seem to have any other (clean) options. I find a rich red bra and camisole (a present from my mother – not something I would buy myself) and I put them on but they don't show under the top and the hoodie and they completely fail to change my mood. I can't find any jeans either so I put on leggings and a skirt. I head out the door, almost slipping on the wet concrete steps. On my way to school, I stub my toe quite painfully on an uneven chunk of path, which causes me to hop in an ungainly fashion for a few blocks.
At school, I pass a knot of girls in the corridor on my way to my locker and realize as I pass that at the centre of the little huddle is Jessica and that she's fully made up including liquid eyeliner and lipstick and that she's wearing a push-up bra (either that or she had implants since yesterday). She's flicking her long hair and preening and the others are all making admiring noises. My foul temper increases exponentially. Not that I'm jealous, because that would be frankly stupid. I mean, Edward is nothing to me, nothing at all. As I am nothing to him.
I swallow down a big lump of self pity and frustration and take myself to my locker to get my books. I am going to have the worst day I've yet experienced in Forks. I can just tell.