暮光之城2英文版

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aterproof boots was unnerving. I missed the normal crunch of gravel as I walked. I couldn39。 t pause and admire my truck again as I wanted。 I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood. Inside the truck, it was nice and dry. Either Billy or Charlie had obviously cleaned it up, but the tan upholstered seats still smelled faintly of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint. The engine started quickly, to my relief, but loudly, roaring to life and then idling at top volume. Well, a truck this old was bound to have a flaw. The antique radio worked, a plus that I hadn39。 t expected. Finding the school wasn39。 t difficult, though I39。 d never been there before. The school was, like most other things, just off the highway. It was not obvious that it was a school。 only the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop. It looked like a collection of matching houses, built with marooncolored bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs I couldn39。 t see its size at first. Where was the feel of the institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where were the chainlink fences, the metal detectors? I parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the door reading front office. No one else was parked there, so I was sure it was off limits, but I decided I would get directions inside instead of circling around in the rain like an idiot. I stepped unwillingly out of the toasty truck cab and walked down a little stone path lined with dark hedges. I took a deep breath before opening the door. Inside, it was brightly lit, and warmer than I39。 d hoped. The office was small。 a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orangeflecked mercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots, as if there wasn39。 t enough greenery outside. The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was manned by a large, redhaired woman wearing glasses. She was wearing a purple tshirt, which immediately made me feel overdressed. The redhaired woman looked up. Can I help you? I39。 m Isabella Swan, I informed her, and saw the immediate awareness light her eyes. I was expected, a topic。