My first weekend in Forks passed without incident. Charlie, unused to spending time in the usually empty house, worked most of the weekend. I cleaned the house, got ahead on my homework, and wrote my mom more bogusly cheerful e-mail. I did drive to the library Saturday, but it was so poorly stocked that I didn't bother to get a card; I would have to make a date to visit Olympia or Seattle soon and find a good bookstore. I wondered idly what kind of gas mileage the truck got… and shuddered at the thought.
我在福克斯的第一个周末过得很平淡。查理，不习惯袋在这平常空无一人的房子里，周末大部分时间都在加班。我打扫了房子，做完了作业，还给我妈写了一封电子邮件，这一次我装得更高兴。我星期六的确开车去了图书馆，但是里面的藏书实在是少得太可怜了，我也就懒得废那个劲去办卡了；我可能得定个日子，过几天去参观参观奥林匹亚或西雅图并找一个好点儿的书店。我闲得无聊，想到了那辆卡车的油耗有多大……这一想，想得我不寒而栗。
The rain stayed soft over the weekend, quiet, so I was able to sleep well.
周末雨一直不大，很安静，所以能够睡得很好。
People greeted me in the parking lot Monday morning. I didn't know all their names, but I waved back and smiled at everyone.It was colder this morning, but happily not raining. In English, Mike took his accustomed seat by my side. We had a pop quiz on Wuthering Heights. It was straightforward, very easy.
星期一早上在停车场，人们纷纷跟我打招呼。我并不知道他们所有人的名字，但我还是微笑着冲每个人挥了挥手。今天早上更冷了，但令人高兴的是没有下雨。上英语课时，迈克习惯地坐在了我旁边的座位上。老师搞了一次突然袭击，就《呼啸山庄》跟我们来了一次小测验。题目很简单，非常容易。
All in all, I was feeling a lot more comfortable than I had thought I would feel by this point. More comfortable than I had ever expected to feel here.
总的说来，到目前为止，我感觉比我想象的要舒服多了。在这儿的感觉，比我预料到的要舒服一些。
When we walked out of class, the air was full of swirling bits of white. I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other. The wind bit at my cheeks, my nose.
我们下课出来时，只见漫天飞舞着一些白色的点点。我听见人们在兴奋地相互大喊大叫。风吹打着我的脸颊和鼻子。
"Wow," Mike said. "It's snowing."
"哇，"迈克叫道，"下雪喽。"
I looked at the little cotton fluffs that were building up along the sidewalk and swirling erratically past my face.
我看了看那些小小的棉花一样的雪团儿，它们在人行道上越积越厚，从我的脸前横扫而过，狂飞乱舞。
"Ew." Snow. There went my good day.
"噫。"讨厌的雪，我的好日子就这么完了。
He looked surprised. "Don't you like snow?"
他显得很惊讶："你不喜欢下雪？"
"No. That means it's too cold for rain." Obviously. "Besides, I thought it was supposed to come down in flakes — you know,each one unique and all that. These just look like the ends of Q-tips."
"不喜欢。那意味着天冷得都不能下雨了。"显而易见，"而且，我还以为雪下下来的时候，应该是一片片的雪花呢——你知道的，每一朵都很独特，等等。这些看上去就像棉签头儿似的。"
"Haven't you ever seen snow fall before?" he asked incredulously.
"你以前没见过雪？"他怀疑地问道。
"Sure I have." I paused. "On TV."
"当然见过啦。"我顿了一下，"在电视上见过。"
Mike laughed. And then a big, squishy ball of dripping snow smacked into the back of his head. We both turned to see where it came from. I had my suspicions about Eric, who was walking away, his back toward us — in the wrong direction for his next class.Mike appatently had the same notion. He bent over and began scraping together a pile of the white mush.
迈克笑了起来。接着，一个湿漉漉的大雪球啪地一声砸在了他的后脑勺上。我俩都扭过头去，看是从哪里扔过来的。我怀疑是埃里克干的，他正走开，背对着我们，方向与他下一节课的方向相反。迈克显然也持相同的看法。他俯下身去，拢了一堆白色的雪块。
"I'll see you at lunch, okay?" I kept walking as I spoke. "Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside."
"我们吃午饭的时候见怎么样？"我边走边说，"人们只要一开始扔湿东西，我就往屋里钻。"
He just nodded, his eyes on Eric's retreating figure.
他只是点了点头，眼睛盯着埃里克远去的背影。
Throughout the morning, everyone chattered excitedly about the snow; apparently it was the first snowfall of the new year. I kept my mouth shut. Sure, it was drier than rain — until it melted in your socks.
整个一上午，每个人都在兴高采烈地谈论下雪的事；显然这还是新的一年里头的头一场雪。我没有开口。无疑，雪是比雨干一些——在你的袜子里化成水之前。
I walked alertly to the cafeteria with Jessica after Spanish. Mush balls were flying everywhere. I kept a binder in my hands,ready to use it as a shield if necessary. Jessica thought I was hilarious, but something in my expression kept her from lobbing a snowball at me herself.
下了西班牙语课后，我和杰西卡一起去自助餐厅，一路上我都很警惕。到处都飞舞着软乎乎的雪球。我手里拿着一个活页夹，准备遇上情况就拿它当挡箭牌。杰西卡认为我很搞笑，但看了我的表情后，她放弃了扔我个雪球的念头。
