The rest of my first week at school is really boring, with pages and pages of smalltalk and me complaining about the weather. By the way, I'm really popular already and everyone knows my name even though I don't know all of theirs.
Then--can you believe this--Edward Cullen came back to school and actually talked to me in Biology. We're both brilliant and can identify phases of mitosis, which might sound interesting to read about but really actually isn't. Then I told Edward my life story, and he actually seemed fascinated by it even though it really just makes me seem like a whiner. He immediately understood how difficult my life is, though, which is incredibly validating for an angsty adolescent like me.