Videvik(kogu raamat Inglise keeles)
"Am I annoying you?" he asked. He sounded amused.
I glanced at him without thinking... and told the truth again. "Not exactly. I'm more annoyed at
myself.
My face is so easy to read -- my mother always calls me her open book." I frowned.
"On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read." Despite everything that I'd said and he'd
guessed, he
sounded like he meant it.
"You must be a good reader then," I replied.
"Usually." He smiled widely, flashing a set of perfect, ultrawhite teeth.
Mr. Banner called the class to order then, and I turned with relief to listen. I was in disbelief that
I'd just
explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me. He'd
seemed
engrossed in our conversation, but now I could see, from the corner of my eye, that he was
leaning away
from me again, his hands gripping the edge of the table with unmistakable tension.
I tried to appear attentive as Mr
annaabi.ee 
