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(( Before breaking dawn ))
Edward's arm was around me as I limped to the nurse.
He tried to persuade me into him carrying me, but I refused each chance.
After what happened today, I don't think I can look at paint or art supplies the same way again.
So, me, Edward, Jasper, Alice, and Emmett were in Art Class.
Art class.
My newest living hell.
Rosalie had detention today, for trying to install a mega mirror in her locker, and bribing the janitor with money, to make her locker bigger so that she could install the mirror.
It all started when we were painting scenery for the art show next week.
I got up, to get some green paint, and slipped on a paintbrush.
My body smashed into a barrell of water used to clean paintbrushes and sponges.
Since I was going into unconscienceness, Edward had told me the part I had missed before he had pulled me out.
My legs were flailing, and water splashed on the ground near Jessica.
Jess, who was actually nice to me that day, went to try and save me before Edward had tried.
She slipped on the splashed water, and her head fell onto the big tray of open paints.
Mike ran over to her, or that's what Edward had said...and paint flew into his eyes, and he slipped on the painty water on the wood floors.
He flammed into a pile of papers, which flew everywhere and got into people's hair.
Edward then pulled me out, giving me a look at the chaos.
I gasped, but held in my giggle as I looked at Edward's hair.
It was half pink now!
Before I knew it, I was under a table, Edward shielding over me, with the rest of the Cullens'.
I only noticed that Jasper wasn't there.
Hm.
The principal then stomped in, his face as red as a tomatoe.
Oh.
He thought it was an art fight.
Hey!
Where is the teacher anyway?
Ah, who knows.
Paint was still flying everywhere, and a red blob landed on the principal.
Uh oh.
"OUT! NO! CLEAN UP! NOW!! OR I WILL HAVE YOU ALL SUSPENDED!"
...
Okay, then.
So, we all went to clean up, and Emmett looked slyly at me.
"Wha--"
I couldn't finish.
I was hit in the face by a paintbrush.
"OUCH! DAMMIT, EMMETT!"
"EMMETT!" Edward growled.
Everyone turned to watch.
"STOP!" I hissed.
Emmett rolled his eyes, and Edward sat me down away from everybody.
"I'm fine, Edward."
He sighed.
He lifted my hand and brought it to my head.
There was a bump.
I then hissed in pain.
It hurt.
Edward slowly brought his lips up to my head to kiss it.
I cringed, at first, but then it felt better.
We then got up, only to see mutant sqirrels running around...and Jasper leading them...
