TwilightStephenie Meyer2005PrefaceI'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason enough inthe last few months — but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and helooked pleasantly back at me.Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble,even. That ought to count for something.I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as Iwas, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so farbeyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.1. First SightMy mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-fivedegrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt —sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item wasa parka.In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forksexists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town morethan any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and itsgloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a fewmonths old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summeruntil I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past threesummers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. Idetested Forks.I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawlingcity."Bella," my mom said to me — the last of a thousand times — before I got on theplane. "You don't have to do this."My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panicas I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrainedmother to fend for herself ? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably getpaid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when shegot lost, but still…"I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie sofrequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now."Tell Charlie I said hi.""I will.""I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want — I'll comeright back as soon as you need me."But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise."Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone.It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to PortAngeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hourin the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.Charlie had re
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