The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

What's so funny?" Bella mumbled. "I got food in her hair," I told her, chortling again. "I'm not going to forget this, dog," Rosalie hissed. "S'not so hard to erase a blond's memory," I countered. "Just blow in her ear." Get some new jokes, "Rosalie snapped.

The kiss began much the same as usual--Edward was as careful as ever, and my heart began to overreact like it always did. And then something seemed to change. Suddenly his lips became much more urgent, his free hand twisted into my hair and held my face securely to his. And though I was clearly beginning to cross his cautious lines, for once he didn't stop me. His body was cold through the thin quilt, but I crushed myself against him eagerly.

no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)

Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine." -Edward

I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.