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The Letter

(Emmett's POV)

It was a beatiful sunny day, and there was only a week of school left. Ahhh, no more pencils, no more books, and no more teacher's dirty looks.

This is my all time favorite rhyme to sing once it was close to the end of the school year, and man did it drive Eddie up the wall. I was thinking about all the free time I'll have, especially time to play and feed the human, as I went to check the mailbox.

"Hmmm, that's interesting." I thought to myself. I had gotten a letter from Forks High. Probably grades, well bad grades are nothing new. No biggie. On my way back up to the house I looked through the rest of the mail. Bills, bills, bills, a letter to Carlisle, an invitation for Esme, and a shopping advertisement for Alice. Nothing interesting.

I got to the house, where I opened the envelope from my school.

"NOOOOOO!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Emmett! What's wrong?" Carlisle and Esme ask together. "Oh, let us guess. You got your report card back, and made all F's and maybe a few C's and D's?"

"Not only that! I have to go to summer school!" I was so devastated. Man, Edward was going to leave for a few days to hunt, and I was going to use that time to play with Bella. Aww man. This sucks.

"When does it start?" Carlisle asked.

"In three days." Today was Friday, so Monday was when I would be sentanced to three weeks of studying.

"What classes?" Esme asked.

"Umm, Trig, World History, Biology Two, and... Oh no! There is no way on earth."

"What? What is it Emmet?" Carlisle and Esme asked together.

"I.. I've been assigned to home ec!"

"Oh, that's wonderful Emmett! Now instead of blowing my kitchen up, you can help me bake and cook. Oh this will be such fun."

"Wh-what?! Are you insane! I am not going to take a cooking class with a bunch of prissy girls."

"Cooking is a very serious skill. Many men do it. For example, Gordon Ramsey." (A/N by the way is an amazing cook, he is the host of my all time favorite cooking show, Hell's Kitchen!! :D :D)Esme stated.

"Yeah, but but me? Me in a kitchen? Nu-uh, nooo way. They can't make me. I'm gonna call the school right now."

I was headed to the phone just as I heard his voice.

"So... Emmet? Heard you have to take summer school. Well, at least this way my precious Bella will be safe from you."

I turned to face my strikingly handsome brother. Edward was a dream to every girl who laid eyes on him (or in that case, anything else that was laid on him. Ha ha ha.)

"Yes dear brother, I do have summer school. With very manly classes."

"Yea, Home Ec. is really manly. So what are ya gonna do? Bake cookies. Hey, who knows, maybe you'll be really lucky and become the new Aunt Jemima, or I mean Uncle."

I glowered at Edward, creating a rumbling growl deep in my chest.

"Back off Eddie. I still have three days, plenty of time to have... some fun... with your precious human."

"You wouldn't"

"I would" I threatened.

"Ok, I'll leave you alone if you leave Bella alone? Kay?"

"Alright. Now, If you'll excuse me, I have an important phone call to make to our wonderful school."

I finally got Edward to leave the room so I could call and work this out with the principle.

"Hello, Forks High school. Darla speaking."

Oh great. The new secretary, man this was gonna be just peachy.

"Umm, yes. This is Emmett Cullen, and I just recieved a letter stating that I have summer school, and one of my classes is Home Ec. Is there any way I can get that changed?"

"Hmmm, Emmett Cullen." The secretary muttered to herself. "Ahhh, yes here we are. I see that you are assigned to Home Ec., but there is no way we are able to switch that."

"Wh-what? Why?" I stuttered.

"Well, you see all the other Encore classes were taken up, and you had to take at least one along with the classes you failed. I'm sorry, but Home Ec was the only one left."

"So, can't you replace me for someone else in like... oh I dunno... woodworking, Metal working? Anything but Home Ec?"

"No, I'm sorry. That was the best we could do."

"Well, apparantly your best isn't good enough!" With that I hung the phone up. I felt bad for the old lady, but today was a real crappy day. Tommorow should be even better when Bella finds out.

Someone help me now.

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