Sorry I haven't updated in a couple of days. As I said, high school, which BTW is aweosme. Anyway, I don't own Twilight and here's the chapter. Enjoy :)

Alice POV

Finally! Time for Carnival Night! My talent will finally be appreciated by someone other than my family. And Aro.

We all went to the beach in front of the dining hall to get ready. I dressed up as a stereotypical fortune teller and went into the fortune telling tent with Edward and Sophie.

"Alright, guys," I said, "I am going to be the main fortune teller and you guys can be my assistants."

Sophie just said, "Sure," and Edward just rolled his eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Very mature, Alice." He commented.

We waited in the tent until the first camper came in. "You will have a job that has something to do with water, maybe a marine biologist or something, and you will marry a man whose name starts with . . . help me out here, guys."

"I'm thinking S," Sophie said.

"I'm kind of feeling T," Edward told me.

"Yeah, I think I'm feeling T too. Maybe Travis or Trevor?"

"Okay, thanks," said the kid, then she left.

"Next!" I called.

After about ten more campers had come and gone, Nessie came in. Crap. I can't see Nessie. How am I supposed to know what her future is?

"Hey, Sophie. Why don't you take this one?" I suggested.

"No, I want you to do it," Nessie told me.

"Um, okay." Hmmm. I guess I can just go with what I already know about he future. "Okay. You will have to repeat high school because of a certain situation, and you will marry a man whose name starts with a J."

"I'm seeing Jason," Sophie piped up.

"Nah, I was thinking, maybe, Jacob?" I said.

Nessie giggled Edward growled.

"Did you just growl?" Sophie asked.

"No."

This is going to be one interesting night. I can already see it.

Jasper POV

I didn't have a job, so I just walked around and supervised the campers. I had just broken up an argument between two kids when something hard hit me and knocked me to the ground. I looked up to see Emmett running across the beach, yelling, "Here butter butter butterfly!"

Emmett was chasing butterflies, totally oblivious to the scene on the beach. Classic Emmett.

"Hey, come back here!" he yelled, "You're so pretty! You wanna be friends?"

Well, that's kind of disturbing. A guy who's at least 50 years old, maybe 75 is chasing butterflies because he things 'they're pretty.' I'm scared.

Rosalie POV

The dunk tank. The stupid, retarded dunk tank. How did U get stuck working at a booth where people get to throw wet sponges at me? It's not fair.

I changed into my bathing suit and went to my booth. When I got there, Victoria said, "You know you were supposed to paint a target on your stomach, eh?"

"If you think I'm painting anything anywhere on my body, you are so wrong."

She shrugged. "Whatever."

Most of the kids who threw sponges at me missed. That was until Emma came. She threw the sponge hard – for a human- and it hit me right in the face.

"You're supposed to hit my stomach!" I fumed.

"Well, you don't have a target on you, so I can hit you anywhere you want," she shot back, and then left.

Stupid brat.

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