A/N: Hey guys, I am so ticked off right now! I already had this chapter all typed up and ready to go, and then it got deleted! Technology and I do not mix!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, you can tell by just reading one of my stories.

Chapter 3- Meeting the Counselor

I waited until after school to make the dreaded trip to the counselor's office. The less people that saw me doing this, the better. When I entered the office, I walked up to the front desk, where the mean typing lady sits. I stood there, and waited for her to talk. Her long, pink, nails clicked on the computer keys very loudly. She glared at me over the top of her thick rimmed glasses. I looked at her coffee mug, " I hate Mondays" was spelled out for the whole world to see.

" Ma'm why do you hate Mondays?"

She ignored me for a second, and just continued typing.

" Mrs.? Can you hear me?"

She looked up at me with an irritated expression, " Can I help you?"

" Um..I'm here to meet with the counselor," I said.

" Name?" she snapped.

" I don't know. We haven't exactly met before."

" Your name, wise guy," she barked.

" Emmett Cullen."

" Oh yeah, the four o'clock. Go ahead," she pointed a long wiry finger behind her.

" Thanks, I hope Mondays don't continue to disappoint you," I said. She growled.

I walked over to the office door. I knocked softly. I tried not to pound, because I'd just break the door down.

" Come in!" A female voice chirped.

I twisted the knob, and walked into her office. The inside of the room, caught me completely off guard. The walls were bright purple, and were decorated with numerous amounts of colorful smile faces. There were inspirational posters all over the place, and each corner was littered with stuffed animals and bean-bag chairs.

She was young, too, which was less threatening than an old lady. She had short, shiny brown hair. She wore light black rimmed glasses. Her blouse was while, sleeveless, and tucked into a black skirt.

" Well, Emmett. You can just have a seat anywhere you'd like," she offered.

I took a seat in the pink fuzzy chair across from her desk. She walked over to her filing cabinet, and pulled something out. Then she walked back to her desk, and took her seat.

" Why do you have toys everywhere? Do you work for Santa?" My eyes widened.

She laughed, " Of course not. I just think that the setting brightens this place. I know that the students here are a little old for these things, but even as we do get older, I think we still find comfort in such things. When you were growing up, don't you remember having a special blanket or teddy bear that you just couldn't live without?"

" Uh..sure," I answered.

" I just wanted to bring a little bit of that back into this place."

" I think your typing lady could use a little cheerfulness," I said.

" Yes. Mertyl isn't a very vibrant soul," she sighed.

" Um..Mrs. Counselor.." I began.

" Please, call me Mindy," she insisted.

" Mindy, how are you supposed to help me figure out what club I want to join?"

" Well, we can start off by narrowing it down. Tell me a little bit about yourself."

" I like monkeys," I said.

" Good, is there anything else? Tell me about your family."

" Well, I'm adopted. I live with Dr. Carlisle and Esme Cullen. I have a brother Jasper, who can be a bit..moody sometimes. There's my little brother Edward, but I call him Eddie, because it drives him crazy. Alice my sister, has a bit of a shopping problem. And then there's my Rosie, she's just the light of my world."

She scribbled stuff down in a notebook, " Do you and your family ever do any activities together?"

" Well, we play baseball a lot, but Esme says that I'm not allowed to go out for sports."

" Really? Why not?"

I quickly thought of an excuse, " I'm asthmatic."

" Oh," she wrote that down too.

" As for other things that I want to do, I really don't know. I guess, something that I've never tried before. Something fun," I explained.

" I think we can figure something out," she assured," We have many clubs to choose from here at Forks high."

Mindy turned to her computer. She typed in some things, clicked with the mouse, and turned to me.

" How about we go through some of the categories, and you tell me when you hear something that interests you."

" Whatever you say," I leaned back in the chair.

She scrolled down along the screen, and stopped in various places.

" How about Art? We have a ceramics class, painting, model making, and knitting."

" I'm not allowed near sharp objects," I informed her.

" Oh," she scrolled down farther, " Technology? We have typing classes, computer aided design, special effects, and online games."

" I get bored sitting in one place all the time."

She scrolled down again, " Language Arts? There's the school newspaper, book club, yearbook staff, reader's guild, and creative writing."

" I'm not much for literature."

" Music? The school orchestra, choir, dance team, and band?"

" Hmm.. That sounds cool," I said.

She smiled, and clicked on the little music note icon. A bunch of information popped up, and she skimmed through the introductions.

" Which was the one that interested you?"

" Band, I think," I answered.

" Have you ever played an instrument before?" She asked.

" I tried playing my brother's piano once, but everyone thought I was torturing an animal," I stated.

" That's okay. There are plenty of other options. There's always the flute, clarinet, oboe, trumpet, trombone, percussion, tuba, bassoon, or saxophone. Do any of those sound like something you'd like to try?"

" I want to play them all!" I squealed.

She looked at me with blinking eyes, " How about we just start off with one for now?"

" I can't choose!"

This decision was impossible. All of the instruments sounded like fun! Some of the names on these things sounded awesome! Well, I wouldn't have to play just one forever. I could always switch if I wanted to try something different.

" I pick..oboe!" I declared. I had no idea what that was, but I guess I'd find out!

A/N: Finally! I have this done a second time! Let's hop I don't delete it again! Cross your fingers!

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