So people, this is a note saying that I updated chapter 9, made a better and twice as long version of it, if it's the first time you read chapter nine, go ahead and read this snippet of chapter 10, but if you read the old version of chapter 9, then go read the new version right now

So go read the new chapter nine right now

If you're reading this, it means that you skipped the whole "Go read chapter 9 thing" or you already read it. So if you already read it, here is a snippet of chapter ten of this story, and enjoy it (BTW, some pats in chapter 10 require you to read the new chapter 9, or else those parts won't make sense)

All of Chapter 10 is written in Bella's POV

BTW: I give you this long snippet because I feel like I owe all of you for your dedication to this story and your reviews! The real, full version of chapter ten will be in progress as you read this.

I give you only a snippet because I wanted to get the new chapter 9 out soon, and at the same time as this.

Chapter 10; Curing Emmett

After a long goodbye and a boatload of presents from the Volturi, we were on first class, on a plane back to the United States of America. This year, I think people are going to elect a new president—not that I'm keeping up with the news. The news wasn't really important right now, I had other matters to deal with. Starting with Emmett.

Emmett wasn't giving up on being smart. He was still all "Look at that fledging" or "Check out my new bassinet" or something else that used big words. He began reading medical books and studying Italian. I tried to tell him that he was fine just the way he was, but he wouldn't listen. Emmett just continued to try to be mature and smart.

Edward was getting annoyed, simply because Emmett spent a lot of his time on dictionary dot com, looking up new words and then sifting through the thesaurus for big words to use. Edward told me that ninety percent of the time, Emmett was thinking about what words he could use to impress us. Yesterday, he was using the terms "Bruhaha and Melee", which I doubt he knew what they meant.

"Alice! My trousers are ruptured!" Emmett called "Will you go purchase some new ones, in a attractive color of sorrel?" I swear I could almost hear Alice roll her eyes.

We had to cure Emmett of this, before he became a smarty pants, or worse—ran for President of the United States, and I'm sure that if we don't stop him, he will.

"Rose, I need to take a shower, I'm tarnished!" Emmett yelled

"Emmett, you don't even know what tarnished means!" Rose yelled back 'It means that you have lost your luster! That didn't make sense at all!"

"But it was in the thesaurus!" Emmett whined "It's a big word, it makes me smart, I'm going to be a good president!"

Did he just say what I thought he said? A good president? Emmett wasn't going to run for president---was he? I could imagine the country already. Emmett sitting with his feet up on the desk in the oval office, jabbering on the phone with some Italian ambassador with his newly learned language, using completely bad language and grammar. Then the nation covered with companies that made wresting supplies, and a poor economy due to Emmett refusing to export anything because he 'didn't like sharing'. I shuddered at the thought of it. We had to stop Emmett

"Emmett, you can not be president" Rosalie said "You'll ruin the nation. Nobody is going to vote for you. I don't even know if you're a Democrat or Republican"

'I'm a Federalist" Emmett announced proudly

"Emmett, this isn't 1800" I said "There isn't a Federalist party anymore"

"Then I'm starting my own party" Emmett said, with his nose in the air, Rosalie scoffed

"Good luck with that" she said, holding back a laugh

"It's going to be called the…" Emmett said, not sure what to name his party "The...."

"Have fun coming up with a name" Rosalie said, patting his back and leaving the room

Emmett sat there, thinking about a name for his political party. That I would do anything to stop. I had never seen him so concentrated, it was a bit scary.

"We'll be the…" he said "The…..Chilies!" He exclaimed 'We'll beat out the Democrats, Republicans, and the Federalists!"

I sighed "Emmett, the Federalist party is gone. Demolished, nada, el-zippo"

"Whatever. Screw the donkey, screw the elephant, who cares about foreign policy? Why should the economy matter? I have all the money I need. Ladies and gentleman, make way for the Chilies!"

I wanted to slap myself.

That's the end of the snippet, and the full version of chapter ten will be out hopefully by tonight. Adios! Review! And see ya!