hadn't been following the conversation—actually； I hadn't been aware that we were having a
conversation—and I wasn't sure what he meant。
〃I am home；〃 I mumbled； confused。
〃I'm sending you to Renee； to Jacksonville；〃 he clarified。
Charlie watched with exasperation as I slowly grasped the meaning of his words。
〃What did I do？〃 I felt my face crumple。 It was so unfair。 My behavior had been above reproach for the
past four months。 After that first week； which neither of us ever mentioned； I hadn't missed a day of
school or work。 My grades were perfect。 I never broke curfew—I never went anywhere from which to
break curfew in the first place。 I only very rarely served leftovers。
Charlie was scowling。
〃You didn't do anything。 That's the problem。 You never do anything。〃
〃You want me to get into trouble？〃 I wondered； my eyebrows pulling together in mystification。 I made an
effort to pay attention。 It wasn't easy。 I was so used to tuning everything out； my ears felt stopped up。
〃Trouble would be better than this… this moping around all the time！〃
That stung a bit。 I'd been careful to avoid all forms of moroseness； moping included。
〃I am not moping around。〃
〃Wrong word；〃 he grudgingly conceded。 〃Moping would be better—that would be doing something。
You're just… lifeless； Bella。 I think that's the word I want。〃
This accusation struck home。 I sighed and tried to put some animation into my response。
〃I'm sorry； Dad。〃 My apology sounded a little flat； even to me。 I'd thought I'd been fooling him。 Keeping
Charlie from suffering was the whole point of all this effort。 How depressing to think that the effort had
been wasted。
〃I don't want you to apologize。〃
I sighed。 〃Then tell me what you do want me to do。〃
〃Bella；〃 he hesitated； scrutinizing my reaction to his next words。 〃Honey； you're not the first person to go
through this kind of thing； you know。〃
〃I know that。〃 My acpanying grimace was limp and unimpressive。
〃Listen； honey。 I think that—that maybe you need some help。〃
〃Help？〃
He paused； searching for the words again。 〃When your mother left；〃 he began； frowning； 〃and took you
with her。〃 He inhaled deeply。 〃Well； that was a really bad time for me。〃
〃I know； Dad；〃 I mumbled。
〃But I handled it；〃 he pointed out。 〃Honey； you're not handling it。 I waited； I hoped it would get better。〃
He stared at me and I looked down quickly。 〃I think we both know it's not getting better。〃
〃I'mfine。〃
He ignored me。 〃Maybe； well； maybe if you talked to someone about it。 A professional。〃
〃You want me to see a shrink？〃 My voice was a shade sharper as I realized what he was getting at。
〃Maybe it would help。〃
〃And maybe it wouldn't help one little bit。〃
I didn't know much about psychoanalysis； but I was pretty sure that it didn't work unless the subject was
relatively honest。 Sure； I could tell the truth—if I wanted to spend the rest of my life in a padded cell。
He examined my obstinate expression； and switched to another line of attack。
〃It's beyond me； Bella。 Maybe your mother—〃
〃Look；〃 I said in a flat voice。 〃I'll go out tonight； if you want。 I'll call Jess or Angela。〃
〃That's not what I want；〃 he argued； frustrated。 〃I don't think I can live through seeing you try harder。
I've never seen anyone trying so hard。 It hurts to watch。〃
I pretended to be dense； looking down at the table。 〃I don't understand； Dad。 First you're mad because
I'm not doing anything； and then you say you don't want me to go out。〃
〃I want you to be happy—no； not even that much。 I just want you not to be miserable。 I think you'll have
a better chance if you get out of Forks。〃
My eyes flashed up with the first small spark of feeling I'd had in too long to contemplate。
〃I'm not leaving；〃 I said。
〃Why not？〃 he demanded。
〃I'm in my last semester of school—it would screw everything up。〃
〃You're a good student—you'll figure it out。〃
〃I don't want to crowd Mom and Phil。〃
〃Your mother's been dying to have you back。〃
〃Florida is too hot。〃
His fist came down on the table again。 〃We both know what's really going on here； Bella； and it's not
good for you。〃 He took a deep breath。 〃It's been months。 No calls； no letters； no contact。 You can't keep
waitingforhim。〃
I glowered at him。 The heat almost； but not quite； reached my face。 It had been a long time since I'd
blushed with any emotion。
This whole subject was utterly forbidden； as he was well aware。
〃I'm not waiting for anything。 I don't expect anything；〃 I said in a low monotone。
〃Bella—；〃 Charlie began； his voice thick。
〃I have to get to school；〃 I interrupted； standing up and yanking my untouched breakfast from the table。 I
dumped my bowl in the sink without pausing to wash it out。 I couldn't deal with any more conversation。
〃I'll make plans with Jessica；〃 I called over my shoulder as I strapped on my school bag； not meeting his
eyes。 〃Maybe I won't be home for dinner。 We'll go to Port Angeles and watch a movie。〃
I was out the front door before he could react。
In my haste to get away from Charlie； I ended up being one of the first ones to school。 The plus side was
that I got a really good parking spot。 The downside was that I had free time on my hands； and I tried to
avoid free time at all costs。
Quickly； before I could start thinking about Charlie's accusations； I pulled out my Calculus book。 I
flipped it open to the section we should be starting today； and tried to make sense of it。 Reading math
was even worse than listening to it； but I was getting better at it。 In the last several months； I'd spent ten
times the amount of time on Calculus than I'd ever spent on math before。 As a result； I was managing to
keep in the range of a low A。 I knew Mr。 Varner felt my improvement was all due to his superior
teaching methods。 And if that made him happy； I wasn't going to burst his bubble。
I forced myself to keep at it until the parking lot was full； and I ended up rushing to English。 We were
working on Animal Farm； an easy subject matter。 I didn't mind munism； it was a wele change
from the exhausting romances that made up most of the curriculum。 I settled into my seat； pleased by the
distraction of Mr。 Berty's lecture。
Time moved easily while I was in school。 The bell rang all too soon。 I started repacking my bag。
〃Bella？〃
I recognized Mike's voice； and I knew what his next words would be before he said them。
〃Are you working tomorrow？〃
I looked up。 He was leaning across the aisle with an anxious expression。 Every Friday he asked me the
same question。 Never mind that I hadn't taken so much as a sick day。 Well； with one exception； months
ago。 But he had no reason to look at me with such concern。 I was a model employee。
〃Tomorrow is Saturday； isn't it？〃 I said。 Having just had it pointed out to me by Charlie； I realized how
lifeless my voice really sounded。
〃Yeah； it is；〃 he agreed。 〃See you in Spanish。〃 He waved once before turning his back。 He didn't bother
walking me to class anymore。
I trudged off to Calculus with a grim expression。 This was the class where I sat next to Jessica。
It had been weeks； maybe months； since Jess had even greeted me when I passed her in the hall。 I knew
I had offended her with my antisocial behavior； and she was sulking。 It wasn't going to be easy to talk to
her now—especially to ask her to do me a favor。 I weighed my options carefully as I loitered outside the
classroom； procrastinating。
I wasn't about to face Charlie again without some kind of social interaction to report。 I knew I couldn't
lie； though the thought of driving to Port Angeles and back alone—being sure my odometer reflected the
correct mileage； just in case he checked—was very tempting。 Jessica's mom was the biggest gossip in
town； and Charlie was bound to run into Mrs。 Stanley sooner rather than later。 When he did； he would
no doubt mention the trip。 Lying was out。
With a sigh； I shoved the door open。
Mr。 Varner gave me a dark look—he'd already started the lecture。 I hurried to my seat。 Jessica didn't
look up as I sat next to her。 I was glad that I had fifty minutes to mentally prepare myself。
This class flew by even faster than English。 A small part of that speed was due to my goodygoody
preparation this morning in the truck—but mostly it stemmed from the fact that time always sped up when
I was looking forward to something unpleasant。
I grimaced when Mr。 Varner dismissed the class five minutes early。 He smiled like he was being nice。
〃Jess？〃 My nose wrinkled as I cringed； waiting for her to turn on me。
She twisted in her seat to face me； eyeing me incredulously。 〃Are you talking to me； Bella？〃
〃Of course。〃 I widened my eyes to suggest innocence。
〃What？ Do you need help with Calculus？〃 Her tone was a tad sour。
〃No。〃 I shook my head。 〃Actually； I wanted to know if you would… go to the movies with me tonight？ I
really need a girls' night out。〃 The words sounded stiff； like badly delivered lines； and she looked
suspicious。
〃Why are you asking me？〃 she asked； still unfriendly