A/N: Yes, I know, very short. All the chapters will be. I wrote each chapter as a 'Home Entry' for Language Arts class, and they only had to be a page long, handwritten so... Ya... Hopefully you still like it!
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Chapter 1: Idea
"Hey Edward, what's this?" I asked my brother after picking up a crumpled, white pamphlet labeled 'Junior Olympics'.
He turned around to see what I was holding, "Oh, Nessie brought that home from school yesterday. It's some sports skills competition. Apparently almost her whole class is going to be participating since it's the first year they can." I could just see the astonished, open-mouthed face of all the other kids when Renesme beat every single one of them—even the older kids! Hearing what I thought Edward added with an eye roll, "No, she will not take part in it, Emmett, you should know better." Sometimes Edward just took the fun out of life.
"Come on, how awesome would she be! She would definitely win, and can you imagine her in the track events?" The time-keepers wouldn't know what happened or how she could be able to finish so quickly! Nessie is almost as fast as her dad—and that's saying something. Edward just rolled his eyes and went outside toward his and Bella's cottage, not even arguing further.
I decided I would talk to Nessie herself. She was more fun than her father, and any of the eight others in this house could write Edward's signature on the permission slip just as well as he could. But before I could go find Renesme, Bella came downstairs with what looked like applications for college. She had always liked me, even as a human, so I decided to ask her first.
"Bella, you know that Junior Olympics pamphlet Nessie brought home?"
"No, Emmett, she is not joining the contest." Sometimes I wondered if Edward wasn't the only one in this house who could read minds. She kept walking toward the door, when she mumbled, "If you wanna watch her race so much, why don't you just start your own Olympics and we can all join."
"My own… Olympics…" For a couple of minutes I just stood there, mulling over that thought in my head. Then the idea really hit me. "My own Olympics."
A/N: That's it for the first chapter, REVIEW please! Flames and anonymous reviews always welcome.