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disappear。 I couldn't。 My 
eyebrows stayed lodged in a worried line over my anxious brown eyes。 
It was just a dream; I reminded myself again。 Just a dream but also my worst 
nightmare。 
I skipped breakfast; in a hurry to get out of the house as quickly as 
possible。 I wasn't entirely able to 
avoid my dad; and so I had to spend a few minutes acting cheerful。 I honestly 
tried to be excited about 
the gifts I'd asked him not to get me; but every time I had to smile; it felt 
like I might start crying。 
I struggled to get a grip on myself as I drove to school。 The vision of Gran—
I would not think of it as 
me—was hard to get out of my head。 I couldn't feel anything but despair until 
I pulled into the familiar 
parking lot behind Forks High School and spotted Edward leaning motionlessly 
against his polished silver 
Volvo; like a marble tribute to some forgotten pagan god of beauty。 The dream 
had not done him justice。 
And he was waiting there for me; just the same as every other day。 
Despair momentarily vanished; wonder took its place。 Even after half a year 
with him; I still couldn't 
believe that I deserved this degree of good fortune。 
His sister Alice was standing by his side; waiting for me; too。 
Of course Edward and Alice weren't really related (in Forks the story was that 
all the Cullen siblings 
were adopted by Dr。 Carlisle Culler and his wife; Esme; both plainly too young 
to have teenage children); 
but their skin was precisely the same pale shade; their eyes had the same 
strange golden tint; with the 
same deep; bruise…like shadows beneath them。 Her face; like his; was also 
startlingly beautiful。 To 
someone in the know—someone like me—these similarities marked them for what 
they were。 
The sight of Alice waiting there—her tawny eyes brilliant with excitement; 
and a small silver…wrapped 
square in her hands—made me frown。 I'd told Alice I didn't want anything; 
anything; not gifts or even 
attention; for my birthday。 Obviously; my wishes were being ignored。 
I slammed the door of my '53 Chevy truck—a shower of rust specks fluttered 
down to the wet 
blacktop—and walked slowly toward where they waited。 Alice skipped forward to 
meet me; her pixie 
face glowing under her spiky black hair。 
〃Happy birthday; Bella!〃 
〃Shh!〃 I hissed; glancing around the lot to make sure no one had heard her。 
The last thing I wanted was 
some kind of celebration of the black event。 
She ignored me。 〃Do you want to open your present now or later?〃 she asked 
eagerly as we made our 
way to where Edward still waited。 
〃No presents;〃 I protested in a mumble。 
She finally seemed to process my mood。 〃Okay later; then。 Did you like the 
scrapbook your mom sent 
you? And the camera from Charlie?〃 
I sighed。 Of course she would know what my birthday presents were。 Edward 
wasn't the only member 
of his family with unusual skills。 Alice would have 〃seen〃 what my parents 
were planning as soon as they'd 
decided that themselves。 
〃Yeah。 They're great。〃 
〃I think it's a nice idea。 You're only a senior once。 Might as well document 
the experience。〃 
〃How many times have you been a senior?〃 
〃That's different。〃 
We reached Edward then; and he held out his hand for mine。 I took it eagerly; 
forgetting; for a moment; 
my glum mood。 His skin was; as always; smooth; hard; and very cold。 He gave my 
fingers a gentle 
squeeze。 I looked into his liquid topa2 eyes; and my heart gave a not…quite…
so…gentle squeeze of its own。 
Hearing the stutter in my heartbeats; he smiled again。 
He lifted his free hand and traced one cool fingertip around the outside of my 
lips as he spoke。 〃So; as 
discussed; I am not allowed to wish you a happy birthday; is that correct?〃 
〃Yes。 That is correct。〃 I could never quite mimic the flow of his perfect; 
formal articulation。 It was 
something that could only be picked up in an earlier century。 
〃Just checking。〃 He ran his hand through his tousled bronze hair。 〃You might 
have changed your mind。 
Most people seem to enjoy things like birthdays and gifts。〃 
Alice laughed; and the sound was all silver; a wind chime。 〃Of course you'll 
enjoy it。 Everyone is 
supposed to be nice to you today and give you your way; Bella。 What's the 
worst that could happen?〃 
She meant it as a rhetorical question。 
〃Getting older;〃 I answered anyway; and my voice was not as steady as I wanted 
it to be。 
Beside me; Edward's smile tightened into a hard line。 
〃Eighteen isn't very old;〃 Alice said。 〃Don't women usually wait till they're 
twenty…nine to get upset over 
birthdays?〃 
〃It's older than Edward;〃 I mumbled。 
He sighed。 
〃Technically;〃 she said; keeping her tone light。 〃Just by one little year; 
though。〃 
And I supposed if I could be sure of the future I wanted; sure that I would 
get to spend forever with 
Edward; and Alice and the rest of the Cullens (preferably not as a wrinkled 
little old lady) then a year 
or two one direction or the other wouldn't matter to me so much。 But Edward 
was dead set against any 
future that changed me。 Any future that made me like him—that made me 
immortal; too。 
An impasse; he called it。 
I couldn't really see Edward's point; to be honest。 What was so great about 
mortality? Being a vampire 
didn't look like such a terrible thing—not the way the Cullens did it; 
anyway。 
〃What time will you be at the house?〃 Alice continued; changing the subject。 
From her expression; she 
was up to exactly the kind of thing I'd been hoping to avoid。 
〃I didn't know I had plans to be there。〃 
〃Oh; be fair; Bella!〃 she plained。 〃You aren't going to ruin all our fun 
like that; are you?〃 
〃I thought my birthday was about what I want。〃 
〃I'll get her from Charlie's right after school;〃 Edward told her; ignoring me 
altogether。 
〃I have to work;〃 I protested。 
〃You don't; actually;〃 Alice told me smugly。 〃I already spoke to Mrs。 Newton 
about it。 She's trading your 
shifts。 She said to tell you 'Happy Birthday。'〃 
〃I—I still can't e over;〃 I stammered; scrambling for an excuse。 〃I; well; 
I haven't watched Romeo 
and Juliet yet for English。〃 
Alice snorted。 〃You have Romeo and Juliet memorized。〃 
〃But Mr。 Berty said we needed to see it performed to fully appreciate it—
that's how Shakespeare 
intended it to be presented。〃 
Edward rolled his eyes。 
〃You've already seen the movie;〃 Alice accused。 
〃But not the nineteen…sixties version。 Mr。 Berty said it was the best。〃 
Finally; Alice lost the smug smile and glared at me。 〃This can be easy; or 
this can be hard; Bella; but one 
way or the other—〃 
Edward interrupted her threat。 〃Relax; Alice。 If Bella wants to watch a movie; 
then she can。 It's her 
birthday。〃 
〃So there;〃 I added。 
〃I'll bring her over around seven;〃 he continued。 〃That will give you more 
time to set up。〃 
Alice's laughter chimed again。 〃Sounds good。 See you tonight; Bella! It'll be 
fun; you'll see。〃 She 
grinned—the wide smile exposed all her perfect; glistening teeth—then pecked 
me on the cheek and 
danced off toward her first class before I could respond。 
〃Edward; please—〃 I started to beg; but he pressed one cool finger to my 
lips。 
〃Let's discuss it later。 We're going to be late for class。〃 
No one bothered to stare at us as we took our usual seats in the back of the 
classroom (we had almost 
every class together now—it was amazing the favors Edward could get the 
female administrators to do 
for him)。 Edward and I had been together too long now to be an object of 
gossip anymore。 Even Mike 
Newton didn't bother to give me the glum stare that used to make me feel a 
little guilty。 He smiled now 
instead; and I was glad he seemed to have accepted that we could only be 
friends。 Mike had changed 
over the summer—his face had lost some of the roundness; making his 
cheekbones more prominent; and 
he was wearing his pale blond hair a new way; instead of bristly; it was 
longer and gelled into a carefully 
casual disarray。 It was easy to see where his inspiration came from—but 
Edward's look wasn't 
something that could be achieved through imitation。 
As the day progressed; I considered ways to get out of whatever was goin

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