영어 원서 영어 소설 읽기 트와일라잇 Twilight_ page 7~9

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I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to celieve I would give up that easily.
"When did he buy it?"
"He bought it in 1983, I think."
"Did he buy it new?"
"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties or late fifties," he admitted sheepishly.
"Ch - Dad, I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong,
and I couldn't afford a mechanic..."
"Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore."
The thing, Ithought to my self... it had possiblilities as a nickname, at the very least.
"How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the part I couldn't compromise on.
"Well, honey, I kind of already nought it for you. As a homecoming gift."
Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression.
Wow. Free.
"You didn't need to do that, Dad. I was going to buy myself a car."
"I don't mind. I want you ro be happy here." He was looking ahead at the road when he said this.
Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud.
I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded.
"That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. I really appreciate it."
No need to add that my being happy in Forks is an impossibility. He didn't need to
suffer along with me. And I never looked a free trucj in the mouth or engine.
"Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks.
We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for conversation.
We stared out the windows in silence.
It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that.
Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the greenly through the leaves.

It was too green an alien planet.
Eventually we made it to Charlie's. He still lived in the small, two bedroom house that he'd bought with my mother inthe early days of their marriage had the early ones.
There, parked on the street in front of the house that never changed, was my new well, new to me truck. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab.
To my intense surprise, I loved it. I didn't know if it would run, but I could see myself in it. Plus, it was one of those solid iron affair that never gets damaged the kind you see at the scene of an accident, paint unscratched, surround by the poeces of the foreign car it had desrroyed.
"Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks!" Now my horrific day tomorrow would be just that much less dreadful.
I wouldn't be faced with the choice of either walking two miles in the rain no school or accepting a ride in the Chief's cruiser.
"I'm glan you like it," Charlie said gruffly, embrarrassed again.
It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard.
The room was familiar; it had belonged to me since I was born.
The wooden floor, the light blue walls, the peaked ceiling, the yellowed lace curtains around the window these were all a part of my childhood.
The onlychanges Charlie had ever made were switching the crib for a bed and adding a desk as I grew.
The desk now held a second hand computer, with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. This was a stripulation from my mother, so that we could stay in touch easily.
The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner.
There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie.
I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact.
One of the bestthings about Charlie is he doesn't hover.
He left me alone to unpack and get settled, a feat that would have been altogether impossible for my mother.
It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
I wasn't in the mood to go on a real crying jag. I would save that for bedtime, when I would have to think about the coming morning.
Forks High School had a frighening total of only three houndred and fifty seven now fifty eight students;
there were more than seven hundred people in my unior class alone back home.
All of the kids here had grown up together their grandparents had been toddlers together.

하루에 3페이지씩 읽고 보면서 따라 타이핑을 하는데아직 여러 단어를 한번에 입력 못하고 있다.
오타도 잦고....
당연히 아는 단어와 스펠링도
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