e　his　help。

Charlie　stared　at　me　during　breakfast；　and　I　tried　to　ignore　him。　I　supposed　I

deserved　it。　I　couldn't

expect　him　not　to　worry。　It　would　probably　be　weeks　before　he　stopped　watching

for　the　return　of　the

zombie；　and　I　would　just　have　to　try　to　not　let　it　bother　me。　After　all；　I

would　be　watching　for　the　return

of　the　zombie；　too。　Two　days　was　hardly　long　enough　to　call　me　cured。

School　was　the　opposite。　Now　that　I　was　paying　attention；　it　was　clear　that　no

one　was　watching　here。

I　remembered　the　first　day　I'd　e　to　Forks　High　School—how　desperately　I'd

wished　that　I　could　turn

gray；　fade　into　the　wet　concrete　of　the　sidewalk　like　an　oversized　chameleon。

It　seemed　I　was　getting　that

wish　answered；　a　year　late。

It　was　like　I　wasn't　there。　Even　my　teachers'　eyes　slid　past　my　seat　as　if　it

were　empty。

I　listened　all　through　the　morning；　hearing　once　again　the　voices　of　the

people　around　me。　I　tried　to　catch

up　on　what　was　going　on；　but　the　conversations　were　so　disjointed　that　I　gave

up。

Jessica　didn't　look　up　when　I　sat　down　next　to　her　in　Calculus。

〃Hey；　Jess；〃　I　said　with　put…on　nonchalance。　〃How　was　the　rest　of　your

weekend？〃

She　looked　at　me　with　suspicious　eyes。　Could　she　still　be　angry？　Or　was　she

just　too　impatient　to　deal

with　a　crazy　person？

〃Super；〃　she　said；　turning　back　to　her　book。

〃That's　good；〃　I　mumbled。

The　figure　of　speech　cold　shoulder　seemed　to　have　some　literal　truth　to　it。　I

could　feel　the　warm　air

blowing　from　the　floor　vents；　but　I　was　still　too　cold。　I　took　the　jacket　off

the　back　of　my　chair　and　put　it

on　agai