Oky doky, so maybe I haven't updated in like a zillion years but late or not. HERE IT IS! Hope you're happy. It's not incredibly long, but it should satisfy you for a little while, well until I get the next chapter up which will hopefully be faster than this last chapter.
Disclaimer - Unfortunately, I do not own Twilight nor any of the character's in it. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Emmet POV
Okay, so I wasn't so excited about this whole job thing. But it doesn't seem like it'll be that hard. I mean, ha, Edwards stuck as a male model. He'll hate that job. And Rose as a waitress? My poor, poor, wife.
But me? Yeah I'm going to spend the week with a bunch of five-year-olds. I'm nearly a hundred years old, with super speed and senses, as well as EXTRA super strength. I'm sure I can handle some kindergarten kids!
I sat at the teacher's desk in one of the corners of the classroom. The room was filled with books, a chest full of dress up clothes, an arts-and-crafts section and building blocks, all set up in an organised manner. All that was missing were the kids, who would be all be arriving in a just a few minutes, according to the large clock on the wall.
Soon enough all the little kiddies started filing in dragging Spiderman and Barbie backpacks. They looked innocent enough.
One little girl with a My Little Pony backpack walked over to me nervously.
"Mister." She said quietly. "Where is Ms. G?"
"Your teacher has the flu." I answered her. "She should be back in a few days, but until then I'm your substitute teacher. Kay? Now go put your bag away and we'll do some art's and crafts."
I was SO getting a hang of the whole teacher thing. These kids were going to love me. I could teach them how to make one mean paper airplane. I loved arts and crafts.
But the little girl couldn't go put her backpack away could she? No! Instead she turns to the other little kiddies and yells "SUBSTITUTE TEACHER! YOU NOW WHAT THAT MEANS!" All the other kids looked at her and smiled evilly. That girl definitely had a good evil laugh. I wonder if she practiced that. I mean, she could give Aro a run for his money in the evil laugh department and I know HE practices.
But back to the story...
So within about thirty seconds of the little girl's yell all of the kids seized paint or glue or both or whatever sticky, hard, gooey, or smelly substance was closest to them and began flinging it through the air. Most of it directed at me, although some was towards other students.
Quick as lightning (or as quick as my super-human vampire speed would alow) I dashed towards the open door. Yeah yeah. So I look like the cowardly lion fleeing from a mouse – a vampire running from a bunch of kindergarten kids, but seriously. This was a fight or flight situation and since I can't fight without crushing one of their skulls or breaking a wall I'd have to flee. I can't imagine the kiddies' parents being very happy with me if I killed their child by accident. And the janitor and schoole board weouldn't be exceptionally happy with me if I broke the school. Ehem. So I started running instead.
And you know what happened? Some little twerp made it to the door before me, (he WAS closer too it I must say, no 5-year-old is faster than EMMETT!) dashed outside and locked the door. It was either break the door or be left to my doom!
Suddenly I heard a little voice behind me yell "Hey Teacher! Running away are you? What are you afraid!?"
I spun around to face the little monster. "You wanna say that again?" I asked.
"I said 'What are you AFRAID!?'"
"NO!"
"BETCHA YOU ARE!"
"BETCHA I'M NOT!"
"YUHUH!"
Just as I had taken a deep breath to yell back something cold, wet, and slimy hit me in the face. I straightened up to my full height let out all my air as calmy as I could and wiped some of the substance of my face with my right hand and looked at it. Green paint. Lovely. Just lovely.
Okay, yeah. I'm just ending there. Next chapter will probably be about Roseaslie and her job waitressing. That should be fun to write. I have a few ideas.
Review please! I really love feedback!
-KK