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Jessica glowering at us now。
The numbers worked out in my favor; though。 Lee brought two extra people;
and suddenly every seat was necessary。 I managed to wedge Jess in between
Mike and me in the front seat of the Suburban。 Mike could have been more
graceful about it; but at least Jess seemed appeased。
It was only fifteen miles to La Push from Forks; with gorgeous; dense
green forests edging the road most of the way and the wide Quillayute
River snaking beneath it twice。 I was glad I had the window seat。 We'd
rolled the windows down — the Suburban was a bit claustrophobic with nine
people in it — and I tried to absorb as much sunlight as possible。
I'd been to the beaches around La Push many times during my Forks summers
with Charlie; so the milelong crescent of First Beach was familiar to
me。 It was still breathtaking。 The water was dark gray; even in the
sunlight; whitecapped and heaving to the gray; rocky shore。 Islands rose
out of the steel harbor waters with sheer cliff sides; reaching to uneven
summits; and crowned with austere; soaring firs。 The beach had only a
thin border of actual sand at the water's edge; after which it grew into
millions of large; smooth stones that looked uniformly gray from a
distance; but close up were every shade a stone could be: terracotta;
sea green; lavender; blue gray; dull gold。 The tide line was strewn with
huge driftwood trees; bleached bone white in the salt waves; some piled
together against the edge of the forest fringe; some lying solitary; just
out of reach of the waves。
There was a brisk wind ing off the waves; cool and briny。 Pelicans
floated on the swells while seagulls and a lone eagle wheeled above them。
The clouds still circled the sky; threatening to invade at any moment;
but for now the sun shone bravely in its halo of blue sky。
We picked our way down to the beach; Mike leading the way to a ring of
driftwood logs that had obviously been used for parties like ours before。
There was a fire circle already in place; filled with black ashes。 Eric
and the boy I thought was named Ben gathered broken branches of driftwood
from the drier piles against the forest edge; and soon had a
teepeeshaped construction built atop the old cinders。
〃Have you ever seen a driftwood fire?〃 Mike asked me。 I was sitting on
one of the bonecolored benches; the other girls clustered; gossiping
excitedly; on either side of me。 Mike kneeled by the fire; lighting one
of the smaller sticks with a cigarette lighter。
〃No;〃 I said as he placed the blazing twig carefully against the teepee。
〃You'll like this then — watch the colors。〃 He lit another small branch
and laid it alongside the first。 The flames started to lick quickly up
the dry wood。
〃It's blue;〃 I said in surprise。
〃The salt does it。 Pretty; isn't it?〃 He lit one more piece; placed it
where the fire hadn't yet caught; and then came to sit by me。 Thankfully;
Jess was on his other side。 She turned to him and claimed his attention。
I watched the strange blue and green flames crackle toward the sky。
After a half hour of chatter; some of the boys wanted to hike to the
nearby tidal pools。 It was a dilemma。 On the one hand; I loved the tide
pools。 They had fascinated me since I was a child; they were one of the
only things I ever looked forward to when I had to e to Forks。 On the
other hand; I'd also fallen into them a lot。 Not a big deal when you're
seven and with your dad。 It reminded me of Edward's request — that I not
fall into the ocean。
Lauren was the one who made my decision for me。 She didn't want to hike;
and she was definitely wearing the wrong shoes for it。 Most of the other
girls besides Angela and Jessica decided to stay on the beach as well。 I
waited until Tyler and Eric had mitted to remaining with them before I
got up quietly to join the prohiking group。 Mike gave me a huge smile
when he saw that I was ing。
The hike wasn't too long; though I hated to lose the sky in the woods。
The green light of the forest was strangely at odds with the adolescent
laughter; too murky and ominous to be in harmony with the light banter
around me。 I had to watch each step I took very carefully; avoiding roots
below and branches above; and I soon fell behind。 Eventually I broke
through the emerald confines of the forest and found the rocky shore
again。 It was low tide; and a tidal river flowed past us on its way to
the sea。 Along its pebbled banks; shallow pools that never pletely
drained were teeming with life。
I was very cautious not to lean too far over the little ocean ponds。 The
others were fearless; leaping over the rocks; perching precariously on
the edges。 I found a very stablelooking rock on the fringe of one of the
largest pools and sat there cautiously; spellbound by the natural
aquarium below me。 The bouquets of brilliant anemones undulated
ceaselessly in the invisible current; twisted shells scurried about the
edges; obscuring the crabs within them; starfish stuck motionless to the
rocks and each other; while one small black eel with white racing stripes
wove through the bright green weeds; waiting for the sea to return。 I was
pletely absorbed; except for one small part of my mind that wondered
what Edward was doing now; and trying to imagine what he would be saying
if he were here with me。
Finally the boys were hungry; and I got up stiffly to follow them back。 I
tried to keep up better this time through the woods; so naturally I fell
a few times。 I got some shallow scrapes on my palms; and the knees of my
jeans were stained green; but it could have been worse。
When we got back to First Beach; the group we'd left behind had
multiplied。 As we got closer we could see the shining; straight black
hair and copper skin of the newers; teenagers from the reservation
e to socialize。
The food was already being passed around; and the boys hurried to claim a
share while Eric introduced us as we each entered the driftwood circle。
Angela and I were the last to arrive; and; as Eric said our names; I
noticed a younger boy sitting on the stones n