THE NEXT DAY WAS BETTER... AND WORSE...
It was better because it wasn't raining yet, though the clouds were dense and opaque. It was easier because I knew what to expect of my day. Mike came and sat by me in English, and subsequently walked me to my next class, with Chess Club Eric glaring at him all the while. People didn't look at me quite as much as they had yesterday, except quite a few of the boys. I sat with a big group at lunch that included, but was not limited to: Mike, Eric, Jessica, and several other people with names and faces. I began to feel like I was treading water—instead of drowning in it.
But it was also much worse than I'd ever imagined.
It was worse because I was tired; I still couldn't sleep with the wind echoing around the house.
It was worse
41. An image that is meant to conjure the gaping chasm of reality that Bella is about to enter.