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           Iknewexactlywhatcausedthedifference,anditdisturbedme.

           Duringlunchthecloudsstartedtoadvance,slinkingacrossthebluesky,dartinginfrontofthesunmomentarily,castinglongshadowsacrossthebeach,andblackeningthewaves.Astheyfinishedeating,peoplestartedtodriftawayintwosandthrees.Somewalkeddowntotheedgeofthewaves,tryingtoskiprocksacrossthechoppysurface.Othersweregatheringasecondexpeditiontothetidepools.Mike-withJessicashadowinghim-headeduptotheoneshopinthevillage.Someofthelocalkidswentwiththem;otherswentalongonthehike.Bythetimetheyallhadscattered,Iwassittingaloneonmydriftwoodlog,withLaurenandTyleroccupyingthemselvesbytheCDplayersomeonehadthoughttobring,andthreeteenagersfromthereservationperchedaroundthecircle,includingtheboynamedJacobandtheoldestboywhohadactedasspokesperson.

           AfewminutesafterAngelaleftwiththehikers,Jacobsaunteredovertotakeherplacebymyside.Helookedfourteen,maybefifteen,andhadlong,glossyblackhairpulledbackwitharubberbandatthenapeofhisneck.Hisskinwasbeautiful,silkyandrusset-colored;hiseyesweredark,setdeepabovethehighplanesofhischeekbones.Hestillhadjustahintofchildishroundnessleftaroundhischin.Altogether,averyprettyface.However,mypositiveopinionofhislookswasdamagedbythefirstwordsoutofhismouth.

           "You’reIsabellaSwan,aren’tyou?"

           Itwaslikethefirstdayofschoolalloveragain.

           "Bella,"Isighed.

           "I’mJacobBlack.