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I stared at Carlisle. My face paled slowly when I realized that he was serious. Damn.

Carlisle was looking at me with the most solemn look on his face. He looked like he was afraid that I would have another break down or something. I almost rolled my eyes at that. That isn't happening in front of people again, doc. It was a mistake, an unacceptable careless mistake, but a mistake none the less.

I decided to let him get a few breathers in. The guy was working all day, he deserves it. I smiled slowly.

"Okay." His eyebrows scrunched together. They were so close, if they were caterpillars; I bet there'd be a few more caterpillars up there soon, if you catch my drift.

"Are you going to be alright, Ella? This is serious, and we need to take action right away." I stared at him for a second. Oh-no, this wasn't supposed to happen like this. I shook my head.

"No, I'd rather not." He frowned.

"Ella, I don't even know how far it has advanced, you really need to get some treatment as soon as possible." I shook my head again. No, doc, you're just not getting this.

"Really, Carlisle, I'd rather not." His frown deepened.

"Ella, now I know that this is going to change your life, but-"

"I know that it's supposed to change my life, Carlisle. That is exactly the problem. That it's not going to change my life, not really anyway. But it's going to change my parent's lives, and who ever else still counts themselves as part of my family. Trust me, Carlisle; I know more about that than even Alice does." His frown deepened. I frowned a little too. I'm tired of frowns. I feel the need to jump on my hospital bed, and start jumping up and down singing, 'turn that frown, upside-down!' (What? I can see it.)

"What are you talking about?" I smiled a sad smile in his direction.

"Carlisle, have you seen my chart of history?" He shook his head and got a slightly confused look on his face.

"No, for some reason your father said he didn't have it. He said you had a flood and your records from when you were a child are gone, and you didn't have any check-ups since then. I didn't really understand, but some families do that, so I didn't question him. Is there more to it?" I smiled ruefully. Dad trashed the records. I asked him to, but I didn't think he actually would. He's a stickler for the law (as we all should be), and at the very least I suppose I thought that he wouldn't listen to me for the purpose of my well-being. But I suppose I shouldn't have hoped so much. My bad.

"Yeah, there is." Carlisle looked way more confused now. Ha, that's seven Cullens down, only Esme hasn't been confused by your's truly yet.

I took a deep breath. I'm going to need it if he wants me to confess these kinds of shenanigans.

"Well, you see, the thing is, I've already had cancer. Well, that is assuming that it's leukemia." He nodded for me to continue, and as an affirmation that I was correct in my assumption. His horny eyebrows were squished closer together in what seemed to be deep thought. I sighed again before continuing, "I've been in supposed remission for only five months, though. I don't want to go back. And I know that my father doesn't want me going back." He frowned even deeper. For a vampire, he is becoming dangerously close to being -gasp- ugly with such a deep frown. I'd comment on that aloud, but I have a feeling that that wouldn't be a good idea.

"What do you mean 'supposed remission'?" I looked down at my sheets and if I was looking up he would have seen my sheepish look.

"I've sort of already known that I'm not in remission so much anymore." I peeked up through my lashes at him. He was calculating my body language that much was obvious. I don't know what else he was thinking right now, though.

"You know that is very dangerous, Ella." I looked up from my lap and looked him right in the eye.

"I know." He didn't expect that. He did a double-take.

"What? How can you say that? If you know, why didn't you tell anyone?" I shrugged lightly, loosing my steam. You know, even steam engines run out of steam sometimes. Well, until someone shovels some coal in that thing that takes the coal and burns it, you know what I mean? That thing…you know what, it isn't important.

"I know that it's dangerous, Carlisle, I just don't honestly care." He was obviously unhappy with my conclusion. Well, I'm not happy with his. I was fine; I didn't want anyone finding out. He's kind of ruining my master plan. Master plans are not meant to be ruined! That's why they're called master plans!

"Ella-"

"Carlisle." He just looked at me, expecting me to continue. I was going to, but I decided to just leave it there. Kind of confusing, I guess, but hey, it happens.

"Yes?"

"What?" I tilted my head to the side slightly. We just paused looking at each other for a moment, I was really confusing him now. He shook his head after a while. He was annoyed.

"You can't do this, Ella." I smiled at him slightly.

"Yes, it looks like that now." He didn't appreciate my answer.

"That is not the main concern here, Ella. You need to go to get treatment for both depression and leukemia." I frowned. Not cool, man. What is with all this treatment crap? Maybe I don't want to get treatment. Maybe I liked the way things were going. Damn car.

Oh, that reminds me.

"Hey, Carlisle, can you give me a lift to the high school, it looks like I've been here too long. The taxi probably left by now." He nodded slowly.

"But that can wait. I won't drop this." I nodded at him like a good little girl. I'm not really going to let go of my side, but whatever. I'm not doing anything really all that impressive either way. I could just let him win and then fall back into that world that I vowed never to return to. Or I could do what I'm going to do, and hold up my side hoping that he will let me do things my way. I will probably loose anyway and then fall back into that world, except this time unwillingly.

Well, you know, that's still better. It's like those comics that come in the newspaper every Sunday, For Better or For Worse. You know, I never really understood that, but it's starting to clear up.

I watched as Carlisle stood up slowly from the end of my bed, holding his frown the whole time. Not really all that good of a sign.

"Come on then. You didn't have anything but your clothes and your books with you when you fell. They're right over there." He said as he pointed towards the chair that I just noticed had my clothes and bag draped over it.

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and made to stand. Whoa, head rush. I fell back on my butt (gladly landing on the bed not the floor) I looked up sheepishly to Carlisle. But my look was wasted because he wasn't there anymore. I guess he rushed out in his vamp speed. That would be useful. I could avoid so many things if I could just whoosh off like superman. Ha, superman. He wears tights…and they're blue!

I tried standing up again, this time I succeeded! Whoa! Go me!

I walked over to my clothes (all in one piece) and untied the back of the gown they give you that barely covers your arse as it is. People in hospitals must really like being mooned, because they keep making all us sick folks walk around with our cheeks blowing in the wind. I don't know about you, but I think that's kind of uncomfortable.

I pulled on my panties, then my bra, and then…you know, I don't think you need a play-by-play on me dressing myself. You know I can do it. I'm a big girl.

So once I was finally clothed (after only one minor mishap of ripping my shirt just a little while trying to get it on…then falling) I walked out of my hospital room and to the equally stark white hallway. Are colors supposed to deter healing or something? I feel like I'm already in a morgue for god's sake.

I smiled at the nurse behind a desk right in the middle of the hall, well kind of; you know how those nurse stations work? I'm not so sure, I've spent quite I bit of time in hospitals so I've already got the whole floor plan worked out. But I don't know about you, well, if you don't get it, don't sweat it! I rhymed. xD

"Hello." I smiled at her. She looked up at me and didn't return the smile. Uh, someone thinks they're awesome. Well…that is a cute haircut…

"Hello." I repeated. She finally sighed heavily and looked up at me.

"Yes?" I smiled again, grinning widely as though I was some little kid and she just made my day by answering.

"Yeah, I need Dr. Carlisle Cullen." She frowned and glared. Is someone possessive of the hot doctor? Scandalous.

"May I ask why?" I nodded. Why not?

"He's giving me a ride to my car at the high school parking lot." Her frown disappeared.

"Oh, well that isn't a priority reason. I'm afraid I can't call him unless you are family or this is for an emergency. There are patients that need him." So that's why she stopped frowning, she realized she could crush my request. Does it really matter that much? Carlisle is married, Hun. That's forbidden territory.

"I know." She waited, and then frowned when I didn't continue. She sighed heavily, clearly annoyed. I let her off, "See, the thing is I was almost hit by a car, but my dad can't get me home, and he wants me to pick up my car in the school parking lot. Car- I mean, Doctor Cullen, promised that he would take me once I changed back into my street clothes." She didn't react to my words, no smile or frown. Well…huff. I've got nothing.

"Well, I'm sorry, darlin', but Dr. Cullen has be- other things to do." I almost frowned. She tried to use a southern accent when she is soooo not southern. That is totally Jasper territory. Not cool. And she almost said Carlisle has better things to do than give a little brat a ride. Trust me, I know.

I brought my smile back. I've got a plan (ensue the evil laughter)!

"Oh, well, which ward is he in?" She looked down at the desk top computer, then back up at me. She had this little smirk on her face. She might think that makes her look cool, but actually I think it makes her look like she's smelling a skunk or something around those lines.

"He's in the pediatrics ward." I smiled wider and nodded. She thought I wouldn't have any idea what the hell she was talking about, but she doesn't know much about me, so she didn't know that I know all of those things, and I know how to find Carlisle.

I walked down the hall and looked down to see if a clipboard was missing from the front of the door. If it was, I went in. Most of them just meant that they were empty. And most of them were empty. Damn, Forks is small.

Finally I got to a door without a clipboard and with people inside. I knocked quietly, but I know that he could hear me. He's a damn vampire for Christ's sake!

I waited a little while and I heard Carlisle walking towards the door and then it opened. I grinned up at him.

"Yes, Ella? Have you made the correct decision?" I frowned a little. He's never going to let up is he? Sigh. Oh, well. I grinned again and shook my head.

"No-o-o, but I do still need that ride to get my car." He frowned slightly. What now, man?

"Ella-" I know that tone. I feel a lecture coming on.

"Hey, Carlisle, who's in there?" He kept his frown and then stepped back slightly. I walked past him into the room of a little girl with red-rimed eyes sitting on the hospital bed.

"Hello, there. How are you?" I smiled kindly. She smiled a little back.

"My arm hurts." I changed my smile to add in a little sadness. Kids are usually okay with that.

"I'm sorry. What's wrong?" She sniffed a little.

"The doctor gave me a shot." She cringed, "It hurt." I added a little more pity. Aw, she was so cute. I turned back to Carlisle who was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed looking at us. He had this serious look on his face. Not quite that look you get when you're takin' a dump, but pretty close.

"Why'd you do that, Carlisle?" He looked at me.

"This is Amelia, she has leukemia." I stared at him, waiting for the punch line.

"Are you serious?" He nodded.

"Very." I stared at him for a while longer. This is getting weird. I'm not too big on coincidences and all that shebang, but Forks is bringing it in by the fork load. Get it? Get it? I know, lame. But that's why it's funny!

I turned back to the girl who was looking down at her arm, still sniffling. I smiled sadly at her.

"How old are you, Amelia?" She looked up at me slowly, then grinned showing her missing teeth. She held up four fingers on one hand, and three on the other.

"Seven!" She said proudly. I smiled at her. Wow, seven. I was just around that age too. I wonder how long…I'm not going to ask though, that would be rude. God, I swear, if Carlisle is messing with me, I'm going to kill that man. Well, I can't, though. Hmm…I'll…dare Emmett to trash his car! Ah, I have deceived the perfect revenge if that shall happen, I am prepared. But, god, he probably isn't. Wow, seven.

"Wow, you're getting old, Hun." She smiled wide and shook her head fiercely.

"Nu-uh. Mommy says I'm the perfect age, and she'll always think of me like I am now." She said with an air of confidence. Yeah, I remember those times. Whatever mommy says must be right. I grinned at her.

"Well, my mommy said that nine was the perfect age." She looked up at me, still holding her confidence.

"Well, then why aren't you nine? I guess your mommy must still think you are." I grinned wider.

"I guess you're right. She probably still does think I'm nine." Well she'll always remember me as a nine-year-old. But that's just my mom. Let's hope this particular reason is my own.

"So…how old are you?" She asked, still holding her wide smile. Her happiness didn't waver at all now. It was obvious that she had forgotten all about her arm now. I smiled at her question. It was such an appropriate question, but I'm not sure what to answer. I wonder if the vamps think that it's a trick question every time they're asked that. Hmm…the random unnecessary things I ponder.

"I'm seventeen." She scrunched up her cute little nose.

"How many is that?" I smiled. She was so little. I held up all my fingers.

"This many," I held up seven fingers, "plus this many." She stared for a second then smiled adorningly.

"Oh, yeah! We learned that last year. Sorry, I forgot." I smiled at her and shook my head.

"That's okay." I just remembered that Carlisle was standing next to me, and hadn't said anything for awhile. I looked over at the man in the white coat. He was staring at me, then Amelia, then back, as though he was trying to figure something out something really confusing. I'm feeling some vampire intrusion coming on.

"Waaaz up?" He looked at me, finally seeing me and not dream-ponder land.

"What did you say?" I grinned, I love this word.

"Waaaz up?" He stared at me for a second.

"What does that supposed to mean?" I shrugged.

"'What is up' with funny sounds." He shook his head slowly with a smile forming. Score! I'm getting Dr. Cullen here, to open up to his smiley side.

"You know I think you just might not be that good of an influence after all. That's not a word, Amelia." I grinned and looked at Amelia who was smiling and looking at me like I was her hero or something. I'm not sure if I like that look. Hmm…I'll have to think about it.

"Well, now, Ella." I turned back to Carlisle.

"Yeah?" He looked pointedly at his watch.

"I think it's time to go." I nodded.

"Okay." I looked at the pretty little girl in the bed, "Take it easy, Amelia. And you're right. You're mommy was right." I smiled at her. Mommies are always right. That is something I learned over the years.

"Okay." I smiled again and turned to follow Carlisle. "WAIT!" I turned back to her. She's got some lungs on her. I hadn't even taken a step, but yet kids always find the need to yell for attention.

"Uh-hu?"

"What's your name?" She said then captured her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit down lightly waiting for my answer. Aw.

"My name is Ella, but you can call me Elunia." She nodded and smiled. I smiled back, and then turned to Carlisle who was giving me this weird look. What? Did I do something? Then he smiled and turned for me to follow. I did and we walked down the hall towards the physician's parking lot. We passed by that snooty nurse. I smiled and waved at her when I passed.

"That's for the help!" She frowned at me and pretended that she didn't see me. Oh, yeah, you're the only one then, 'cause I just yelled in the middle of a hospital. About fifteen people are looking at me like I'm crazy. But I guess they just might have heard that I'm supposed to be crazy. I don't think this is the best time to do something stupid. Darn.

Carlisle didn't comment on my yelling…or anything. Cat must have got his tongue or something. You know, I don't know what it is about English teachers. I love my clichés. They make the world turn; they make the sun shine; they make Porky Pig stutter.

The hall wasn't all that memorable, but I tried to get it stuck in my head as best as I could. I never know when I'll be back, and it'll help if I know where I'm going. It helps with the whole, 'don't look stupid' plan. And this time I plan to actually carry out that plan. I hope.

We walked by the oncology ward on the way there. You know, I think this walk is taking longer than necessary. And I don't think we really needed to pass by this ward. What's Carlisle playing? Besides, this ward makes me want to be here even less. And I wouldn't even end up being here. I'd end up being sent somewhere more…prestigious.

The hospital has that hospital sent going on too. You know, it doesn't smell like sick people, so to the people who don't go to hospitals as much as I do, don't think that it smells like sick folks, 'cause is doesn't. It smells like medicine and the special disinfectants. There is no Lysol smell, so don't be picturing that. Well, I don't really know how to say it, you just have to know and it isn't really something you can picture. Well, I guess I don't really mean 'picture', you can't picture smells. That doesn't make sense! Psh, ha.

We passed up the oncology ward though. Why is it even on the same floor as the pediatrics? Don't they usually separate those? Hmm…these Forks people are confusing.

Right passed the oncology ward there was this door that opened up to the physician's parking. Sigh. Out at last.

I breathed in those good ol' petrol and oil smells. Ugh. Or not. Damn, that smells like crap. Note to self: do not breathe deeply in parking lots. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now. Guess not.

Carlisle still didn't say anything, but lead me to his car, what's that, a…Mercedes?! I ran up to it and ran my hand over the front, barely touching it so as not to leave finger prints.

"Wow." I breathed. A Mercedes Benz CL65 AMG 2008 (picture on profile), "Wow." I heard Carlisle chuckle behind me. I turned around to look at him. He was smiling kindly, but he didn't seem to take too much pride in his car. Other people would already be showing it off. I nodded dumbly at him.

"Edward insisted on updating my model. He said something about how much I'll love it, but truthfully I think he just wanted an excuse to buy it without Bella complaining." I nodded again. Car. Car. Car. That's all I could think of. I'm not really all that into cars, but I can know when I'm looking at something amazing, and I do have a brother.

"I heard it goes 0 to 60 in four seconds flat." He nodded back at me.

"Yes it did." I gave him a confused look. "Well, Rosalie tweaked it a little, now it makes 75 in that time." My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I turned back to the godly car in front of me.

"It looks fast just sitting there." He nodded again. Well, I assumed he did. I can't really see him while staring at a car. But he didn't say anything, so I guess he just agreed with me. I mean, there is just no disputation over this. It. Just. Does.

Wow. Carlisle sighed.

"Alright. Well, we can go now." I looked back over at him and nodded.

"Okay." He got in his side (behind the wheel) and I got shotgun. I'm not going to even bother asking Carlisle for the keys. Who would want to give up the keys to this car?

I slid in the soft black leather. Mm, it even smells like leather. And that yummy vampire smell. So sweet. Yum, like chocolate. I could use some chocolate right now. I think I'll pick some up on the way home. There's got to be a convenience store around here…WHOA! I just curved WAY off subject.

I shook my head. What the hell was that? Do I have ADD now too?! Gah! I'm not even thinking about this. I shook my head again, then stopped and held my head in my hands. Whoa, head rush. And I'm sitting down! Wow, I'm smart.

I leaned back into the seat; I'm not doing that again. No thanks. Carlisle cleared his throat. I rolled my eyes. He obviously doesn't really need to clear his throat, he just wants my attention. Well, Carlisle, I'm not falling for that, no thank you.

"Ella, don't think that I'm going to go along with what you said. I'm telling your father." I didn't do anything. He doesn't know my father at all. And anyway my dad works in Seattle, not Forks, that's probably why Carlisle didn't know him earlier. But he really shouldn't know; I don't know what he'd do. And I don't really want to know.

"Ella, are you going to talk to me?" I didn't answer. I'm going to have to go with 'no'. You know, because I'm not talking. How do you miss that? Carlisle sighed. Vampires don't really need to sigh so much. At least I think so…hmm…

"Ella, do you realize how serious this is? You can die." I still didn't react. Duh, I can die. It's cancer. I'm not retarded. He sighed again. Come on, doc, give it up. Well, you know, I don't mean like that, but…um…this is the part you laugh?

Carlisle didn't say anything for awhile. Then he leaned over and turned on the CD already in the radio. The soft piano cords wafted through the car. I sighed in contentment. So pretty. I love this song. Carlisle looked over at me. I glanced at him through my peripheral. He had his eyebrows raised.

"Do you like classical music?" I grinned sheepishly and nodded. I take pride in my musically inclined side. If it's got a beat I'm rocking to it, if it's going slow, I'm dancing to it. So that pretty much counts everything!

"Yeah. It's beautiful. Maurice Ravel?" He nodded with his eyebrows raised. Why so surprised?

"It's refreshing to see a child of today enjoying good music." I held up my hands, palms out, and sat up straighter in my seat.

"Hey, I like all music; I'm not choosy, here. My favorite stuff is still from the twenty first century. I just have other interests with it." He shrugged.

"I can accept that." I grinned, go Carlisle. Then suddenly he got serious. What is it with this vamp? I thought Carlisle was supposed to be that cool dad type. He's kind of bumming me out here. "Ella, this is just another reason why you shouldn't just let yourself die. You'll be taking out a possible musical prodigy, or whatever else you might be, from the world. You can affect someone's life, and you're just letting that all go away? Why?" I winced at his words. Wow this is turning out to be way less fun than the Volvo ride. That was freaking awesome. This ride, not so much.

"Carlisle, you just have to be in my head to understand. It isn't that easy to explain." He frowned.

"Try me." I smiled. He sounds like the person in movies that gives out that line and then is never seen again. Ooh, creepy.

I shrugged at mister vampire doctor, and just shook my head. Hey, privacy is cherished, I'm cherishing my privacy! Go privacy, Go! Ha, ha, I just thought of a really funny song.

Go, Go Power Rangers. Go, Go Power Rangers. Go, Go Power Rangers.

You Mighty Morphin Power Rangers!

Ha, ha, I so watched that show when I was little. I cried when that one dude died. I don't remember his name, but it was the guy that trained them and all that. By the way, I'm talking about the original, not those crappy remakes with the teens and whatever. No way, remakes are always worse than originals. Except for Beat It by Michel Jackson, I like the Fall Out Boy remake better actually. But, whatever.

Carlisle sighed again. He probably sighed like five times since we got in the car. Does anyone else think that's kind of a lot for someone who doesn't even need to breathe? But whatever floats your boat, right?

He was silent for the rest of the ride. So I just laid back and let the notes of Pavane for Dead Princess wash over me. Ah, so pretty. So sad, but so pretty. I can almost feel the notes. Ah…

I didn't say anything either, I'm totally content with just listening to music, yeah, I'm mellow like that. I stared out the window at the green trees and grass and forest rushing by. It really was green though. It kind of all blended together when you're driving this fast too. I don't really want to know how fast Carlisle is driving right now. If I had this car, I'd be speeding, but judging from Edward going two hundred, I have a feeling I don't want to know how fast his father drives. He had to get it from somewhere.

Soon I saw some signs of population, you know, like houses and such. Then I saw the sign for the school coming up. I probably shouldn't have taken that ride from Bella, but come on! Who would pass up an opportunity like that?! A ride in EDWARD CULLEN'S VOLVO?! I'm not that insane. If a mental breakdown is what it takes, then that's the price I'll pay. I meant it's Edward Cullen's Volvo! Okay, I think you get the idea. I'll stop now.

We turned into the parking lot and Carlisle just pulled up beside my car, it was the only in the lot, so it was pretty obvious who's it was. I turned to him, grinning.

"Thanks for the ride Carlisle, and thanks for the cast, and you know, all the other stuff." he nodded. He was frowning. Why, Carlisle, why? You're going to bust my bubble.

"Alright, Ella." I let my smile falter a little. I just nodded meekly. Wow, if he's going for the guilt trick thing, it's working.

I grabbed the handle and popped open the door. It was almost silent, of course. This car is fucking perfect. I got out and turned to grab my bag from the seat. Carlisle was staring at me with a very serious expression on his face. What did I do?

"Ella," I looked up from my bag that I was digging through to find my keys. Damn keys, I can never find them in my purse. I've got one of those Mary Poppin's purses, there's everything in this thing. I just found a roll of duck tape. Why the hell do I need a roll of duck tape? Okay, back to Carlisle.

"Yeah," he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Huh, I guess Edward got that from Carlisle too. Huh.

"Just…be careful what you do. You can't just change your mind. It could be too late." I looked into his eyes. My eyes were sad. I wasn't trying to look sad, but that's what they were.

"I know, Carlisle. I know. And I know that it might even already be too late. But I'm not changing my mind. I'm sorry. Truly, I'm more sorry than you can ever know. Or even Edward or Jasper. Really." He just looked at me. I think he believed me, because he finally sighed and nodded.

"Okay, Ella. But you shouldn't be apologizing to me. You should be apologizing to your parents." I just nodded like a good girl. But really, I kind of doubt that. Oh, well. Carlisle doesn't need to know all those gory details. There are some things that you just don't want people to know. Like what you eat when you're sad. No one needs to know that I ate an entire tub of cookie dough ice cream by myself in one sitting. It tasted really good, but I'm not going to go around telling people that. Then they be like (really high pitched nasally voice) 'OMGs, you ate all that in just one sittin'. Yeah, I think I'll just keep that to myself.

"Thanks, though. Bye." He nodded back.

"Bye." I nodded one more time, and then shut his door, being sure not to slam it; I would never do that to such a freaking incredible car.

I walked over to my car, like three feet, but whatever. I've got a white Volkswagen Jetta (picture on profile), except it's not so white anymore. I'm lazy about cleaning it. I love it to death, but I'm just kind of lazy about taking care of the outside. But that's kind of useful here because not many people have cars nice enough to shine even if they did clean them, so I can blend.

I heard the engine of Carlisle's amazing Mercedes, and I turned to watch it pull out of the lot. Honestly I thought he might have kidnapped me and taken me to his house for knowing his secret. Or did I even spell that out for him? I don't really remember…hmm… Oh, well. Either way he's going to find out when he gets home.

I stared out into the darkness of night as the tail lights of Carlisle's car disappeared and a little while after they were gone. Then I looked up at the school building. It was dark and empty. I couldn't help comparing it to my house. My house wouldn't be empty tonight, but who knows about tomorrow, or next week? It was kind of creepy at night- the school. I wonder if there's anything in there now. Hmm…

When I was little I thought teachers never left school, they just stayed there waiting until we'd get there again in the morning. I felt bad for them because they didn't have anything beyond the little campus with the cherry blossom trees. Oh, how little I knew back then. How little I knew of how I was going to turn out. It's kind of strange that later I wanted to be like those teachers that didn't have a home to go to. When I thought they just slept at the school and that was it, the only thing to live for was a bunch of snotty first graders to come at eight o'clock the next morning to listen to them talk for seven hours. I wanted to be the person who did that. That's kind of weird. I have no idea what was going on in my mind then. I must have been one of those second graders with the drug problems. Or not…

Yeah, if that was true, I don't think I would be thinking very well right now. You know, killing the brain cells and all that.

I shook my head, chuckling lightly and ducked down in the driver's side of my Volkswagen. I threw my purse at the passenger seat and leaned over to shut the door. Then I leaned back into my seat and took a deep breath. Wow, that was a long, weird, day. And it's not even over yet. I wonder what's going to happen when I get home. And I've never driven with a cast over my left arm.

I took another deep breath and stuck my keys into the ignition and turned it. I smiled as I heard the pretty purr of the engine coming to life. I called it my compensation car. But it was still my car. Well at least it was for now.

I shrugged off those thoughts and leaned back into my seat. I flipped on my lights and gave one more glance at the school building that I'll be in next morning. I put it in first and eased off the clutch giving it some gas. It started up smoothly and flew out of the lot, flying. I smiled as the air rushed by me silently. Wow, this is a fucking awesome car. I opened up the roof and let in that chilly Washington air breathe through my car. Ah…

I flicked on the radio and grinned. Cool song.

Finally I'm getting to go home. Damn this day was way longer than it should have been for a first day. But hell, I met the Cullens!


And this is where I went to school. Most of the time had better things to do. Criminal record says I broke in twice. I must have done it half a dozen times.

Yeah, that is a cool song! Can you name it? I can! It was on the radio today! Well, it was in Forks, Washington. Check that out!


Wow, this was a long chapter. That's really all I can say now in my utter shock of such a long chapter.

I got a few songs in, though! And all the pictures are on my profile, as said. (the notes are from me)

Oh! And thanks to blessedbyacurse, I loved your review! This is like a soap opera!

Okay, review! I love them!

R&R

E.