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 I'd hoped. The office was
small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked
commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock
ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots, as if there
wasn'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, red-haired woman wearing glasses. She was
wearing a purple t-shirt, which immediately made me feel overdressed.

The red-haired woman looked up. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the immediate awareness
light her eyes. I was expected, a topic of gossip no doubt. Daughter of
the Chief's flighty ex-wife, come home at last.

"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of
documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I
have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought
several sheets to the counter to show roe.

She went through my classes for me, highlighting the best route to each
on the map, and gave me a slip to have each teacher sign, which I was to
bring back at the end of the day. She smiled at me and hoped, like
Charlie, that I would like it here in Forks. I smiled back as
convincingly as I could.

When I went back out to my truck, other students were starting to arrive.
I drove around the school, following the line of traffic. I was glad to
see that most of the cars were older like mine, nothing flashy. At home
I'd lived in one of the few lower-income neighborhoods that were included
in the Paradise Valley District. It was a common thing to see a new
Mercedes or Porsche in the student lot. The nicest car here was a shiny
Volvo, and it stood out. Still, I cut the engine as soon as I was in a
spot, so that the thunderous volume wouldn't draw attention to me.

初见（6）

    我把车停在了第一栋楼前，楼上挂着一块小牌子，上面写有"行政办公室"字样。不见有别人把车停在这里，所以我断定这里肯定是不让停车的，不过我还是决定去问问路，而不要像个白痴似地在雨中绕圈子。我不情愿地从舒适温暖的驾驶室出来，上了一条有深色栅栏的小石路。开门之前，我深吸了一口气。

    里面灯火通明，而且比我想象得要暖和。办公室很小；有一个小小的接待区，放置着一些带衬垫的可折叠椅子，地上铺着橘色斑点的商务地毯，布告和奖彰混乱地贴在墙上，一个大立钟发出清晰而响亮的滴答声，在大塑料罐子里的盆景生长得异常茂盛，好像这里户外缺乏植被似的所以它们才在这里长得到处都是。这个房间被一个长柜台分割成两部分，柜台前凌乱地放着装满了纸张的金属网篓，台子的前面板上用胶带胡乱地贴着色彩明亮的广告传单。台子后面有三张办公桌，其中一张被一个大个子的，红发戴眼镜的女性所占据。她穿着一件紫色的体恤衫），这件体恤衫让我立刻觉得自己穿得太多了。

    她抬头看着我："你有事吗？"

    "我是伊萨贝拉·斯旺，"我通报了姓名，看见她的眼中立即闪过明白了的眼神，我料想,无疑我已经成为了这个小镇上闲聊时的话题，警长轻浮的前妻的闺女，终于回家来了。

    "当然，"她说道，她在自己办公桌上一堆早就有所准备的文件中翻了半天，才翻到了要找的那几份，"我这就把你的课程表给你，还有一张校园的地图。"她把好几张纸拿到台子上给我看。

    她帮我仔细检查了一下我的课程，在校园地图上把上每一节课的最佳路线都一一标了出来，然后给了我一张纸片让每个老师签字，要我在放学前再把签过字的纸片交回来。就像查理一样，她冲我笑了笑并希望我喜欢福克斯。我也冲她笑了笑，而且尽了最大的努力，让她相信我的微笑不是装出来的。

    我出来朝车边走去时，别的学生开始到校了。我开车沿交通线绕学校转了一圈。我高兴地看到大多数的车都跟我的车一样破，一点儿不浮华。在凤凰城，我住在为数不多的几个低收入的居民区中的一个居民区里，而这些居民区都隶属于天堂谷行政区管辖。在学生停车区，看见一辆新梅塞德斯或者保时捷是很寻常的事情。这里最好的车是一辆亮闪闪的沃尔沃，鹤立鸡群。不过，一到停车位我还是马上就把火熄了，省得它那雷鸣般的声音把注意力吸引到我身上来。