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           Ihadn’tdoneanythingwrong.

           "What’swithBella?"MikeaskedJessica.

           "Nothing,"Ianswered."I’lljustgetasodatoday."Icaughtuptotheendoftheline.

           "Aren’tyouhungry?"Jessicaasked.

           "Actually,Ifeelalittlesick,"Isaid,myeyesstillonthefloor.

           Iwaitedforthemtogettheirfood,andthenfollowedthemtoatable,myeyesonmyfeet.

           Isippedmysodaslowly,mystomachchurning.TwiceMikeasked,withunnecessaryconcern,howIwasfeeling.Itoldhimitwasnothing,butIwaswonderingifIshouldplayitupandescapetothenurse’sofficeforthenexthour.Ridiculous.Ishouldn’thavetorunaway.IdecidedtopermitmyselfoneglanceattheCullenfamily’stable.Ifhewasglaringatme,IwouldskipBiology,likethecowardIwas.

           Ikeptmyheaddownandglancedupundermylashes.Noneofthemwerelookingthisway.Iliftedmyheadalittle.Theywerelaughing.Edward,Jasper,andEmmettallhadtheirhairentirelysaturatedwithmeltingsnow.AliceandRosaliewereleaningawayasEmmettshookhisdrippinghairtowardthem.Theywereenjoyingthesnowyday,justlikeeveryoneelse-onlytheylookedmorelikeascenefromamoviethantherestofus.

           But,asidefromthelaughterandplayfulness,therewassomethingdifferent,andIcouldn’tquitepinpointwhatthatdifferencewas.IexaminedEdwardthemostcarefully.Hisskinwaslesspale,Idecided-flushedfromthesnowfightmaybe-thecirclesunderhiseyesmuchlessnoticeable.Buttherewassomethingmore.Ipondered,staring,tryingtoisolatethechange.