Edward's Point-of-View

This won't be as bad as you're thinking, Alice assured me. This is a new course they've designed. You may even enjoy it. This is a

literature class. Nothing I haven't had before. We'll cover the same material as always: Shakespeare, Orwell, and Austen.

Not that I mind the classics, but I've read them all several times, and I do have a photographic memory.

Early this morning Bella and I walked into the office and received our class schedules from Ms. Cope. As I glanced down to

see if I had any interesting classes, I noticed an unfamiliar course title as well as an unfamiliar name: Advanced Gothic

Literature, Ms. Oldfellow, Room B4. By listening to my brothers' ludicrous thoughts on the new teacher's name, I could tell that

all of my siblings would be in the class, too.

I was now sitting in the back row with Bella, waiting for class to start. Bella was studying the posters on the walls carefully,

trying to memorize every detail. I had closed my eyes, trying to block out my classmates 'voices', when I heard Emmett start

to sing "Toccata & Fugue" under his breath. I opened my eyes and rolled them in my brother's direction. Even though he has

at least thirty years on all of the students, he acts like a kindergartner most of the time. Amendment: all of the time.

"Good morning children. It's nice to see your bright and shining faces back this year," our principal greeted us. "By now you

are all seniors, almost adults. I'm very proud that you all have had the motivation and perseverance to last this long." An

audible snort came from Emmett's direction. "The exception being, perhaps, Mr. Cullen here, who may or may not have

copied all of his work from one of his intelligent and hard working siblings." This time, it was Rosalie's turn to snort. "Your

efforts have shown; all of you have qualified to take our newest course: Advanced Gothic Literature. I'd like to introduce to

you your new teacher, Ms. Oldfellow."

A tall, young woman whose dark black hair was highlighted with blue streaks entered the room. She was wearing a crimson

red, short-sleeved blouse and a tight, black skirt with high slits on the sides. Her three inch black heels made her appear to

be around six foot seven. Several boys whistled. The loudest, of course, came from my brother. Wow. If I weren't already

married…

Surprisingly, I heard a break in Mike's thoughts: Thank God school's started again. I haven't seen much of Bella since her

controlling, pain-in-my-ass of a boyfriend convinced Bella to quit her job at our store. It's been three months since I've seen her

beautiful face. It seems like ten years. Oh, what I'd give to touch—who's that?? She is HOT! Meow! Did he seriously just purr?

"Thank you for your attention. You are seniors now. You're at the top of the heap now!" the Principal smiled.

"Does anyone else think that what he said makes us sound like we're the newest garbage on the pile?" Emmett whispered

conspiratorially to Alice. She smirked, and gave him a thumbs up sign. And the year was only just starting.