Hello dear readers and welcome to another of my Twilight parodies! This is the prequel to Edward the Wild Rover, set only a year from where E.T.W.R starts.

The Twilight gang are in their last year, 6th year of the mixed school where Edward and Jacob's two younger sisters are starting as 1st years.

This is the second story in my "Edward" series. Two stories relate to each other, the third one will be a single story, not connected to Edward the Saviour or Edward the Wild Rover.

The "movie teaser" is available at the end of "Edward the Wild Rover" for those who are curious.

AH- All Human

AU- Alternate Universe

AI- All Irish!

AFF- All for fun, this stories a laugh, so laugh along with it!

Now on with the story.........


"Amanda Cullens! Remove Ms. Intelligencio's head from the pottery basin immediately!" Mrs. Kesshen yelled. Amanda sighed, but obeyed her Art teachers order.

After shaking the clay flakes from her raven hair, the Italian exchange student turned to face the Irish devil. Smiling slightly, the Italian roared with laughter, wiping her glasses on the sleeve of her uniform.

Amanda smiled also; she expected to be in trouble.

"You're alright, at least you didn't cry!" Amanda clasped a hand on her new classmate's shoulder, laughing. "You cried last time?" with a surprisingly Irish accent the Italian asked.

"Her." All it took was a point in her direction from Amanda Cullens, and the poor 1st year was shaking violently.

Scanning the room, Intelligencio couldn't find a certain someone she was looking for. "Have you seen my friend, Zara?" Amanda smiled slyly. "Is she the tall brunette?"

Receiving a nod from the Italian, Amanda led the way to the folder press and opened the door.

Shoved in at an impossible angle, was Intelligencio's friend, Zara.

Giving her a hand out of the press and only offering a small apology, Amanda, Zara and Intelligencio began to talk. The only change in the class was the entrance by a sweating, out of breath Melinda.

"Sorry..I'm late Mis...miss. Someone...thought it would be funny...to shove me....in my locker!" Glaring at her friend across the room, Mel handed her journal to the teacher to sign before joining the group.

Zara raised an eyebrow and asked a question to Amanda. "Do you always stuff people into something on first meeting?" Although the question was directed to Amanda, Mel answered.

"Yeah she does! In play-school, she shoved me into the toy car's trunk! I went in on Thursday, didn't come out till Saturday!"

Laughing at Mel's flashback, the three started to walk over to the supplies table.

"Saturday of the following week!" Mel shouted after them but with no response, she followed to the table to gather paper and paint.


Alice whistled a tune to herself as she picked books from her locker. Having a free first class, she had arrived in late and now stood on the corridor alone. Only a year left of this locker...of this school!

Thinking ahead to the future, Alice shuddered at the thought of the Leaving Cert! The exam that would decided the rest of her life, what collage she could go to, which courses she could take, all this rested on how many points she got.

Stress was not something Alice Brandon took well.

Whistling a different tune she continued to move her books around, trying to find her Maths book. Her Math's classroom was only a few feet away, inside she sat next to Bella always, who would whisper the answers to her on difficult sums.

Alice found herself whistling to the tune she and Bella made up only days ago, just before school started. It was made up to tease Jacob about his long wavy hair which, after testing, proved to be longer than Bella's.

Seeing Jacob walking towards her, Alice couldn't help but shout out, "Jesus is walking down the corridor!"

Jacob's head snapped up, he was stressed out by the thoughts of the Leaving Cert too, but for a different reason than his shorter friend ahead of him. Instead of worrying about the courses, he was worried of the courses.

If he did good enough in his Leaving Cert, If, that would mean he'd be in full time collage! He wouldn't be able to work, he was already struggling to juggle studying along with work and looking after his father and sister.

How would he be able to do that full time?!

And then Alice had to bring up that annoying chant over his hair at that moment. He had said it before and he'd be damned if he had to say it again:

It's a ceremonial hair cut. I'll never change it, for anyone!

Growling, he charged towards her. "Never...say that again!" Jacob harshly yelled, shaking, barely in control of his anger. Alice smiled up, never one to back down from a challenge...or a chance to annoy someone.

"Okay, I'll never say those six English words again." She sincerely promised. Huffing, Jacob turned away, about to walk off when he heard a bell-like voice taunt him once more.

"Jesuso iso walkingo downo theo corridoro!" Growling once more, teeth barred, Jacob spun around and stepped forward forcefully, pinning Alice with his large frame against the lockers.

"You said you'd never say that again!" He barked through gritted teeth. Alice gulped slightly, but still answered, more defence than annoyingly.

"I said I'd never say it in English." She shoved a hand against his chest, pushing him backwards a few steps. Jacob snapped, in a moment of anger and stress he raised both hands and just shoved Alice back.

Both were surprised by what happened next.

Alice tripped over her bag, and then stood on one of her discarded books on the ground. Instinctively to try regaining balance, she jumped slightly and managed to land in her locker.

Laughing at her predicament, Jacob did the only thing a teenage boy would do in that situation.

He slammed the door shut and closed the lock.

"Jake!" Alice yelled, pounding her fists against the steel door of her locker. Jacob laughed evilly before picking up bag before strolling off, whistling a happy tune.


I hope you enjoyed the first chapter folks!

There was a preview revealed in this chapter, in case you didn't notice.

"Never...say that again!" Jacob harshly yelled, shaking, barely in control of his anger.

Wasn't what you thought it would be huh?

-Mel out :)