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Out she walks full of beauty and grace, and stares up at Emmett, gaping at his mass. He smiles widely at her, flashing his dimply grin. She grasps his outstretched hand and once again doesn't flinch at the cold. There must be something truly different about this girl. Either she knows what we are and is ignoring it or doesn't care. Or something else is going on altogether. One way, I'll have to find out. If not for the safety of my family's secret then for my own curiosity's sake. She smiles widely, switching her bag to the opposite shoulder and takes my arm gracefully. We saunter down the hall towards the cafeteria ignoring all the stares from everyone.

They were all thinking along the lines of how it was that we found each other. Why wouldn't that happen? She harbored lust for me since the moment she laid eyes on me last year. I denied all her advances much like Arbie did Owen earlier. In the lunch room, Alice and Rosalie are already seated at our usual table. Alice has filled Rosalie in on the situation, but Rosalie is glaring at me nonetheless.

She thinks not again at me. No, I would not let the same thing happen twice. Not in the same way anyway.

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Like I told Emmett earlier, I will not fuck this up this time. She wrinkles her nose in a very Bella like fashion. She pays the cashier before I can even get my wallet out. Sticking her tongue out at me she walks towards the table. I follow guiltily behind her, realizing that while she enjoys some chivalry, clearly not all of it will be accepted graciously. Jeb catches her on the way to the table. I'm still a few steps behind her. Ah, this Raven or Robin chick asked me to join her group, and I said yes but only if you hadn't found someone to sit with.

So cool… I'll ah, see you at the car later," he says sparing a glance my way. A flicker of knowing comes across his face.

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These two siblings are certainly very, very interesting to say the least. I catch up with her and follow with her to the table. She takes a seat next to Jasper, and I sit fluidly next to her. I glance in her eyes and notice she's debating something. She's a much better liar than Bella, but I can tell all the same, though a human probably wouldn't.

She stabs a carrot with her fork and slowly sticks it into her mouth with a grimace. Pushing her tray away, she says, "That's it. I'm carrying lunch with me from now on. This is positively repulsive.

Taking her carton of milk, she inspects it carefully before sipping, to make sure it isn't spoiled. She downs it in seconds, wiping her mouth with her remaining napkin then rejoining the conversation. Rosalie flinches minutely, but takes her hand in a friendly gesture, smiling lightly, which turned out to be more of a grimace than anything. Something we have in common.

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I have a twin brother as well," she says as she points him out a few tables away. Rosalie glances briefly noticing the sibling resemblance and that her brother's size nearly rivals Emmett's. No," she laughs in response. I call him Jebadiah all the time, which he hates, but I'm his sister and that's my right. Conversation flows effortlessly among all of us. We ask about Arbie's likes and dislikes, informing her of ours as well.

It turns out she and Jeb are both big baseball and football fans, which Emmett lights up at. He makes plans to invite Jeb and Arbie over to watch a game sometime soon. Even Rosalie is participating. Rosalie who I thought would hate Arbie just based on the fact that she's human. But even her thoughts are sincere. She actually likes her. It's almost as if Arbie has us all wrapped around her finger. Alice is considering taking her shopping, and Rosalie is busy wondering what kind of car she drives and if she can fix it up for her. Emmett wants to play football with her and Jasper wants to share his history books and knowledge with her.

I'd told her in first period that I had a house full of people that would love to befriend her. Little did I know how true that was.

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Before we knew it, lunch was over, and we were some of the last people left in the lunch room. We would have to hurry to make it to the gym on time. It seems so silly," Arbie says to Rosalie and Alice who will also be taking gym and choir with us. Clearly the admissions people are clueless or cruel.

One of the two," Rosalie replies. Montreal from the river wears a pleasing aspect, but it lacks the grandeur, the stern sublimity of Quebec. The fine mountain that forms the background to the city, the Island of St. Helens in front, and the junction of the St. Lawrence and the Ottawa—which run side by side, their respective boundaries only marked by a long ripple of white foam, and the darker blue tint of the former river,—constitute the most remarkable features in the landscape.

The town itself was, at that period, dirty and ill-paved; and the opening of all the sewers, in order to purify the place and stop the ravages of the pestilence, rendered the public thoroughfares almost impassable, and loaded the air with intolerable effluvia, more likely to produce than stay the course of the plague, the violence of which had, in all probability, been increased by these long-neglected receptacles of uncleanliness.

The dismal stories told us by the excise-officer who cam to inspect the unloading of the vessel, of the frightful ravages of the cholera, by no means increased our desire to go on shore. Flesh and blood could never do what he has done,—the hand of God is in it. Besides, no one knows who he is, or whence he comes.

When the cholera was at the worst, and the hearts of all men stood still with fear, and our doctors could do nothing to stop its progress, this man, or angel, or saint, suddenly made his appearance in our streets. He came in great humility, seated in an ox-cart, and drawn by two lean oxen and a rope harness. Only think of that!

Such a man in an old ox-cart , drawn by rope harness! The thing itself was a miracle. He made no parade about what he could do, but only fixed up a plain pasteboard notice, informing the public that he possessed an infallible remedy for the cholera, and would engage to cure all who sent for him. It beats all belief; and his remedy so simple! For some days we all took him for a quack, and would have no faith in him at all, although he performed some wonderful cures upon poor folks, who could not afford to send for the doctor.

The Indian village was attacked by the disease, and he went out to them, and restored upward of a hundred of the Indians to perfect health.


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They took the old lean oxen out of the cart, and drew him back to Montreal in triumph. This 'stablished him at once, and in a few days' time he made a fortune. The very doctors sent for him to cure them; and it is to be hoped that in a few days he will banish the cholera from the city. Why, he makes no secret of it. It is all drawn from the maple-tree.


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