yet for English."
"You don't, actually,"
"I–I still can't come over,"
Now, again, put these sentences in the correct order
"But Mr. Berty said we needed to see it performed to fully appreciate it–that's how Shakespeare intended it to be presented."
"Edward, please–"
"But not the nineteen-sixties version. Mr. Berty said it was the best."
"That will give you more time to set up."
"This can be easy, or this can be hard, Bella, but one way or the other–"
"Let's discuss it later. We're going to be late for class."
"Relax, Alice. If Bella wants to watch a movie, then she can. It's her birthday."
"So there, I'll bring her over around seven,"
"Sounds good. See you tonight, Bella! It'll be fun, you'll see."
"You've already seen the movie,"
At the end of the line,choose the correct column if there's no mistake in the line and the wrong column if there's a mistake.
CORRECT WRONG
No one bothered to stare at us as we took our usual seats in the back of the classroom (we
had almost every lesson together now–it was amazing the favors Edward could get the female
administrators to do for him). Edward and I had been together two years now to be an object
of gossip anymore. Even Mike Newton didn't bother to give me the glum stare that used to
make me feel a little guilty. He smiled now instead, and I was glad he seemed to have
accepted that we could only be friends. Mike had changed over the spring–his face had lost
some of the roundness, making his cheekbones more prominent, and he was wearing his pale
brown hair a new way; instead of bristly, it was longer and gelled into a carefully casual
disarray. It was easy to see where his inspiration derives from–but Edward's look wasn't
something that could be achieved through imitation. 
As the day progressed, I considered ways to get out of whatever was going down at the
Cullen house this evening. It would be bad enough to have to celebrate when I was in the mood
to mourn. But, worse than that, this was sure to involve attention and gifts.
Attention is never a nice thing, as any other accident-prone klutz would agree. No one
wants a spotlight when they're likely to fall on their back.
And I'd very pointedly asked–well, ordered really–that no one give me any presents this year.
It seemed like Charlie and Renee weren't the only ones who had decided to overlook that.
I'd never had much money, and that had never bothered me. Renee had raised me on a
kindergarten teacher's salary. Charlie wasn't getting rich at his trade, either–he was the police
chief here in the tiny town of Forks. My only personal income came from the three days a
week I worked at the local sporting goods store.
