A/N: Sorry this chapter has taken so long but here it is…

A week has come and gone so quickly. I can hardly believe the way time seems to speed up when you need it to slow down. Or slow down when you wish it went much faster.

Our letters are due in 3 days. I've started to write mine.

Dear Mr. Wild,

I've much to tell about Edward Anthony Mason but it is very hard to put into words. He seems to be the perfect young man, and comes close to being just that. However, there is more to him than just that.

He's exceptional at most everything he does. And yet he has a modesty about himself that is unusual. His mind seems to work very fast and he asks me questions sometimes that seem highly unimportant but he finds a way later to make them fit into something well thought out. Sometimes it is as if I understand exactly what is going on in his mind and other times it is impossible to even read his expressions.

He takes his time doing things such as conveying his thoughts or completing an action but he always manages to save the day right on time. He…

That is where it breaks off. I cannot put down on paper my exact thoughts on Edward so it is a tad rough. He's just so different, and so…Edward. There is no way to describe him than just that: Edward. I'm completely obsessed.

Angela, Ben, and I are on our way to school. It is cold as ever though. Angela and Benjamin have not known each other for long at all but I think they may be engaged before summer will start. It makes me happy and grievous at the same time. Happy because my dearest friend has found somebody to love truly and grievous because I've no one else and she may be gone from me soon as well.

That's not entirely true however. I do have somebody else. Edward. It does not seem that he holds the same amount of affection for me as I do for him. I am sure he likes me for we are great friends now. However, it is not what Ben and Angela have. But I should not be so covetous of a good thing my friend has that I do not.

At school, Ben helps Angela out of his buggy, then me. We are slightly early so we head for the warmth of the school building rather than stay out in the torturous cold weather.

No sooner had I walked through the doorway into the schoolroom that I heard Edward call out my name. He was standing near the stove in the middle of the classroom.

"Hi Edward," I said back as I made my way over to where he was seated, however, I remained standing. He stood also.

The heat from the stove felt wonderful.

"How are -."

He started to ask something but was cut off suddenly by a younger student rushing into our classroom shouting "Mr. Wild come quick! Michael's wheel is stuck in the road and he cannot get it out. His buggy's soon to tip!"

"Will he need more help than just I? Edward, Benjamin? Could you possible come also? It would do Michael and this young lad a great service," Mr. Wilds asked hurriedly before rushing out of the room after the boy. I think his name was Aaron or Adam. Edward and Ben were close behind them as well.

Angela and I paused for only part of a second, before dashing after everybody else.

I could see Mike and Mr. Wilds struggling to steady the buggy and free it of its trap. I could see Ben and Edward rushing forward, trying to determine the best spot for them to help.

And then I saw Mike's arm.

And I saw the wood splintered from his buggy wheel.

And I smelled the scent of rust and salt and the tang of its bitterness was looming over my head. Blood.

The school bell was ringing to sound the start of the day but everybody was so involved in the commotion of Mike's buggy finally being free that they didn't notice it.

And they didn't me start to sway and grow steadily more uneasy. I wobbled and rocked, unable to escape from that odor. I heard Edward's concerned voice and felt his arms catch me around the waist when the ground started coming closer to my face.

He touched my forehead and asked if I was feeling ill. His hands were icy from the weather and I could feel the nauseous feeling start to subside.

I managed to get the word "Blood" out of my mouth to get the message across to Edward what was wrong. Mike had come near to find out what was wrong. His are still bleeding and him unaware that it was even doing so.

Edward understood what I meant and said, "Mike, Bella is queasy around blood. She's had a bit of a fainting spell is all but your arm is bleeding and I think it would help her greatly if you could move away or cover it up." He said it kindly enough, but Mike's face scrunched up for a moment as if he was insulted but he moved on, however reluctant to do so he was.

By this time Mr. Wilds had managed to get the majority of the class into the building for school and came over to us.

"What is wrong with Isabella?" he asked.

"Bella fainted. Blood does not sit well with her. Shall I take her to the infirmary?" Edward asked after explaining the situation to our teacher.

Angela had stayed by my side until now, because she had to explain to Ben. I didn't mind.

"By all means, take her to the infirmary," said Mr. Wilds. "She's deathly pale. I don't think she should walk."

Then I didn't feel the ground underneath me any longer. Edward had scooped my into his arms and was walking the short path to the infirmary. I may have gone in and out of consciousness one or two times during that quick trip.

When we got there they put me on a cot to lay down and a stout little nurse brought a cold cloth for my face.

A few minutes later I felt perfectly back to normal, but Edward didn't seem much convinced of that proclamation.

"I think at least you should be taken home. What if Michael's arm is not covered and you were to faint again?"

"But –," I started to say and was cut off by Edward's logic once again proved better than mine so I gave in, "Fine. I shall go home and maybe rest but I don't think it's entirely necessary."

"Well, I suppose I should take you then. Do you have need of being carried again?"

"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own, Edward," I said, attempting to appear annoyed, but unable to truly sound it correctly.

We walked to Edward's buggy and I told him where my home was, and then we set off in that direction.

"We didn't talk much, but Edward was constantly fumbling about, trying to see if there was anyway he could help me become more comfortable.

Finally, I said, "Thank you ever so much for all of your help and attentiveness Edward. I really appreciate it."

His cheeks flushed slightly and for a very confusing moment, it made me feel satisfied to know that I was not the person embarrassed but the person embarrassing.

And then I felt slightly sorry for thinking that. However…only slightly.

We just made simple small talk and, far too quickly, we arrived at my house.

I asked Edward if he would like to come inside and warm up a bit and possibly, I could introduce him to my mother because there was no doubt that she was home. She always is.

"I would love to, but I can only stay for a moment or two, Bella," he said.

"That's alright, as long or a short as you like. Just so that you can warm up," I assured him.

He helped me down from the seat and then followed me toward the front door of my house. My mother was in the open doorway by the time we got there with a puzzled look across her face.

"Bella?" she called. "Is something the matter for you not to be at school at this hour?"

Edward answered before I got the chance to.

"There was an accident with a buggy wheel stuck in the ground this morning and there was a tiny bit of blood," my mother's face lit up with understanding at the word blood knowing it's effect on me. "I had to bring her home."

"What is your name young man?" my mother asked.

"Edward, ma'am. Edward Masen."

"Ah. I do believe I have met your mother. A very fine woman and she raised such a polite son. Please, come in. Don't stay out in the cold," my mother said, ushering us inside the warm house.

"Thank you Mrs. Swan. You are too kind."

"Oh, why it's not bother. You've helped my daughter and I thank you ever so much."

And so went the next half of an hour with Edward in my house chatting with my mother and me bringing them tea and breads.

They had initially begged me to lie down incase I fainted again. I had to profusely tell them that I was quite alright and that I didn't even feel the slightest bit dizzy.

Then Edward had to leave. School was nearly over by now and he said he had to get there before it ended to do something. He didn't specify as to what he needed to do, just that he had to do it.

Therefore, we all said our goodbyes and my mother made him promise to come back some time. And she kept thanking him for helping me. I thanked him a couple times as well.

My mother closed the door after him and then turned to me.

"Well, he is an absolutely lovely young man. Very polite and charming, lovely indeed. And he appears to show an interest in you, Bella dear," she said.

"Well, we have become friends at school. You probably shouldn't expect him to propose anytime soon though, mother."

"Well, you never know with these things, Bella," she insisted.

"Yes, that is true mother," I said, finally giving up to her ideas while knowing that they were a bit far fetched if they concerned Edward and I. No matter how much I wished they were not.

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