A/N: It's a bit late…but here is chapter 10…..

This morning I woke up feeling giddy and I had a peculiar smile on my face throughout the entire time I was preparing myself for the day.

I am just so happy all of a sudden and I cannot explain it. I have the rewritten copy of my letter to Mr. Wilds, I have layers of skirts under my dress to keep the cold out, I have my long brown hair reasonably done, and I feel genuinely great.

Perhaps it was the bright shining sun through my window that put me in such a wonderful mood. The promise of spring coming in only a couple short months.

Perhaps it was the realization that today was Wednesday and that meant the week was half over and this weekend Angela, Ben, and I are going sledding.

Or, perhaps it is simply the knowledge that Edward Masen will be waiting for me at my front door, taking me to school once again. And in my heart of hearts, I know that is the true reason of my delight.

I smile through getting dressed and eating breakfast, and if my parents noticed it at all, they said nothing on the matter.

As I was going out the door, I saw Edward just arrive and start to climb out of his seat.

"Good morning, Bella," he called with a smile on his face similar to my own. It made me wonder where my ranking was in his affections, if at all. Still, he did look quite happy to see me.

"Good morning," I replied cheerily.

He helped me into the seat next to him and then we were off to school. We didn't talk much during the trip but it was not an awkward silence in the least. It was a peaceful and shared silence and we both rather appreciated it.

We were coming near school when I said, "So Edward, Today's the big day. Our letters are due. Are you…," I paused, unsure if I should continue.

"Am I…what?" he asked slowly when I didn't speak any further.

"Are you still sure you want to read your letter in front of the whole entire class?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Most assuredly"

"Oh, I had supposed that you might have changed your mind. But it'll be okay…I guess."

"It'll be fine. And you don't have to get in front of the class, only I do. Don't be embarrassed. You're amazing," he stated, as if it was painfully easy to see.

"Do you really think that, Edward?"

"I most definitely do. As well as many other people, you'd be quite surprised to know how many."

"Oh yes I'm sure there are dozens upon dozens of men wishing to be mine," I said back, extremely jokingly.

However, very seriously, he said, "Yes, there are indeed"

"Surely you're joking," I said, my face hot as fire by now. And probably red as fire can be too.

"Why, I wouldn't be surprised if half of Chicago were pining after you. You just can't see your extraordinary qualities as well as everybody else. But, never mind that, let me help you down."

I hadn't even realized that we had arrived at school yet, let alone stopped. Edward hopped down and came over to my side to help me down out of my seat.

"Thank you, Edward. Nevertheless, I don't think you're right about what you said. I'm not extraordinary. I'm just simply ordinary."

"You're welcome, Bella," he said lightly, letting the conversation of my supreme wonderfulness fade away into the crisp winter air.

We walked into the classroom together and took our seats as school began yet again. Mr. Wilds came before the class saying, "Today class, you will present your letters! I hope that not all of you have chosen to simply turn in a written copy and that you've decided to recite your letter for the class to hear." He paused for a moment. "Any volunteers," he asked.

A few brave souls raised their hands. Thankfully, Edward was more sensitive to my embarrassment and opted to read his letter later.

Mr. Wilds called on Ann to read hers since she was among the volunteers. And then her partner read his after her and so on until the volunteers ran out. I didn't much pay attention to anybody's letters. I think I remember Jessica's being vaguely about how lovely she thought Mike was, however indecent that was.

However, Angela read hers and I gave her my undivided attention. All eyes were on her anyway though. It wasn't only because she was one of the "newer girls in school" but also, her going up before the class was something the had come to not expect from her.

She spoke about Benjamin Cheney and it was as if I was being reintroduced to him after knowing him for the time that I had. She talked about his goals in life and aspirations, but mostly she talked about him as a person. A person she thought extremely well of. And I admired her so much, because she was able to feel this…this love…and wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed. I'll never be that way I know for sure, even as much as I wish I could.

Ben didn't read his letter and Angela was perfectly fine with that much because she probably requested that he not read his. But it was stunning.

Then Edward volunteered. He read his letter slowly much to my agony. Many of the young men's eyes were on me while Edward read my letter, but I looked at one corner of the classroom while he read, cheeks hot and red.

However, the young women's eyes were glued to Edward. Mesmerized. Entranced. And I felt pangs of jealousy.

Much to my relief he was over quickly enough but then, much to my horrification, all eyes turned to me completely. I looked at Edward and he gave me an encouraging smile but I could only blush, and blush some more.

And they were all staring. At. Me. The other new girl. The spectacle that Edward was marveling about. If you could call it marveling.

Mr. Wilds, unaware of the trance his students seemed to be in between Angela's performance and my sudden awe, called for another volunteer. I was so happy I could have kissed him!

Then the day continued as normal, soon was over, and then Edward took me home once again.

The moment I saw him smile at me when we were walking over to his buggy, all my plans of unleashing my embarrassment upon him in throes of anger unraveled and all I could do was smile back hopelessly. We went home in pleasant conversation.

And I that night I dreamt once again of those spectacular green eyes.

A/N: Arg! Writer's block!!!!! In my opinion, this chapter wasn't one of my better ones. I soooooo don't like it. And you should go right ahead and feel free to agree… Just tell me what you thought. It really helps(: