This is just a quick oneshot I found written down in Pythagoras. Pythagoras, by the way, is just what I named the binder folder where I have lots of different papers and pens and stuff where I write my ideas while at school – I don't know why I called him Pythagoras... or why I gave him a gender. I dunno... it's just cooler to say "Oh, that story! Yes, I remember writing that in Pythagoras... it's still in him somewhere," than to say, "Oh, yeah, it's in my folder. I never took it out..."
Don't ask me; I'm insane.
Where was I? Um... oh, right, the oneshot. Anyway, we'd just been watching the Olympics on TV in Humanities (a social studies / SOSE lesson) when the idea came to me and I just started writing. It's short AS, has a terrible ending, has no point, plot, or meaning, but I need to publish it in order to get rid of the nagging sense of 'something left unfinished.' The point of my ramble is to justify why this piece is below my usual standard of quality. This has NOT been edited whatsoever; it has been typed up word for word from an old piece of paper that I was tired and bored while inscribing upon. So it sucks.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this worthless scrap of what might have been a story if I could be bothered waiting for the Olympics to roll around again for inspiration – but stuff waiting four years.
Edward POV
Emmett was clearly itching to go join the slow humans in their races and show off what he saw as being his "prodigy". When one of the humans collapsed during a weightlifting competition after attempting the +200kg weight, Emmett, amongst the collective groan of the crowd, jumped up and screamed "Oh, come ON!" before attempting to climb down to the stadium and lift it himself.
Bella, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of her seat in total fascination. I, too, was quite interested in the acrobats; since Bella was the only human I had prolonged contact with, I was having to make a conscious effort to repress my usual reaction of leaping up and rushing to the 'aid' of the apparently exceptional humans flying around the bars. They just looked like they were about to propel themselves to their deaths at any moment...
I have to say, they impress me. I never really watched Humans – well, skilled humans anyway – participating in activities such as these. I think having a vampire version of Olympic Games would be fascinating to watch coughFORESHADOWINGcough. The athletes down there are much more physically capable than I had ever expected of the mere homo sapiens. Was I ever that ungraceful?!
Emmet, however, seems to require a huge amount of action to stay in his seat. While I was rambling, Carlisle seems to have taken Bella away... and I smell blood... and Emmett looks afraid... and now Emmett is not there... and now everyone is looking at me expectantly. What? Did he hit her or somethi- WHAT! What the hell just happened?!
I pushed into Jasper's mind impatiently and he promptly supplied me with a replay of Emmett rambling about the inefficiency of the human athletes, when a flailing hand emphasising his speech accidentally hit Bella.
Oh. Right then! I composed my face in an attempt to look like I had known what I was doing the whole time, and ducked over to the hole Emmett had made in the wall of the stadium while jumping through it. I prepared to jump after him, but Esme's gentle voice interrupted calmly.
Look before you leap, Edward...
I looked. I saw the ground. It was perhaps a kilometre down. Huh.
Oh, there he is! He just hit the ground... is he dead?
...no, no, he's breathing. Now he's trying to get himself out of the hole he made.
Huh. Maybe I'll use the stairs.