Twilight (Twilight, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

I’d already said my goodbyes to the sun.

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

Here, P.E. was mandatory all four years. Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth.

It seemed excessive for them to have both looks and money. But as far as I could tell, life worked that way most of the time.

I couldn’t imagine any door that wouldn’t be opened by that degree of beauty.

Perhaps it was because I was a novelty here, where novelties were few and far between.

His tone questioned my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor.

Death shouldn’t be this uncomfortable.