"You need to go back to school, Bella."
I turned around, staring at Charlie blankly. School? Why would I go back to school? What was the purpose of going back?
"You've missed a week now, Bella. You need to go back. I don't know what to do with you. I'll have to send you with Renee—"
"NO!" I protested, my voice screechy and loud.
Charlie looked taken aback, surprised I had spoken. "I don't know what else to do with you, Bella."
"I'll go back to school," I said.
Charlie just stared at me at me again. "Fine."
