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AN: Hello! for the 5 of you who put this story on alert I thank you. For those just joining I thank you too! I wrote this story like 3 or 4 years ago and when I looked at it again... my god I almost cried about how bad it was. So... Without futher interuptions I present to you the RE-vamping of Football secrects. (NAME CHANGE)
-Bella-
I shot my eyes open as soon as I heard the foul below of my alarm clock. I lifted my head up just enough so I could see where that damned off button was. Why did they have to make it so fucking small? As soon as I just about crushed the button with my finger I realized there was no point in putting my head back down on that beautiful and fluffy pillow.
I slid of my bed and crawled to the closet pulling out what ever clothes I deemed suitible to not make me look like a slob. I rolled around on the ground a bit streeching until my joints poped and with a satisfied groan I countinued to lay there.
Something nudged my foot forcing me to become aware of my surroundings. It was my door and behind that was a drowsy looking Emmett. I decided to break the silence
"What do you want" I murmured as I imagined me looking like I wanted smack him.
"My god you are soo not a morning person" He said shuffling into the room and falling like a downed tree onto my bed.
"Speak for yourself. I remember when we were six dad had to carry you outside and throw you in the snow to wake you up. And sometimes even that didnt work." I announced to my carpet.
"I've changed tiny one" He uttered to my sheets like I did with my floor. "Now get your ass up and make yourself presentable" He groaned to me, getting off my bed and making his way to the door. Turning back to me he announced that he ment it.
I mock sauleted him with my face still smushed to the ground. He lightly laughed then moved on to his daily routine.
With much effort I managed to sit up, then I copied Emmett's example. During the next twenty minutes I managed to get dressed, clean myself up and slap some makeup on. I grabbed my backpack hoisting it on one of my shoulders and making it to the downstairs table before letting my little sack fall to the floor with a smack. I looked up to find Emmett in a frilly pink apron making waffles and occationaly eating what was left of the batter.
"Please tell me you make enough for someone other than yourself." I begged.
He laughed and procceded with "You better start up that suck up train before somebody gets to it first." He placed a plate with 3 huge ass waffles next to my chin with was resting on the table.
With a straight face I managed to get out "You are a fucking god among these puny mortals, now pass me the syrup of maple with your hands of richeous justice." He grinned sliding me it.
After breakfast we both managed to get into his truck and he drove us to our first day back at Forks Highschool.