Dear Mr. Diary,

I've decided not to give up my dream to be a rap star. I'm going American Idol! Tell your friends to watch me tomorrow night! I'll be famous! YES YES YES!

Emmett


I walked into the big room. Simon, Paula and Randy greeted me.

"Hello!" Paula said, examining me.

"Hey there." Randy said.

Simon glared at me, "Who are you and what are you singing?"

I was so scared of Simon I almost peed, "I'm Emmett Cullen and I'm gonna rap a rap I wrote."

Simon glared, and Paula said, "OhMyGod! That's so like cool! Well go on! Go on!" She said. Randy looked sad because Paula liked me better. HA! I thought.

"Um ok?" I said. I walked to the center of the freaky room with Simon glaring at me, Paula staring at me, and Randy was sobbing.

"Yo. Check it, check it. My name is Emmett! And I am not a VET! I rhyme like a dime, and walk like a step! I can dance, I can rap and rhyme, and walk the line. I drive down the street in my Cadillac-" Simon screamed, "STOP! STOP! STOP!" Paula glared at him, and he continued, "THAT WAS HORRIBLE! You cannot rap and rhyme for your life!"

My family appeared behind me, "Excuse us?" They said, all looking freakishly vampire-is.

Paula looked at the camera, "We're gonna go to commercial now..." And then it went to commercial.

---5 minutes a much abused Simon and lots of cuss words later

"And were back." Paula said, "I think Emmett was wonderful!" She gushed. Randy smiled, sadly, "Well Emmett I say you go to the next thing."

Simon glared, "You're going to Hollywood."

"YES!" I screamed. I jumped up and down, I started to break dance. And they stared at me, Simmons jaw dropped, Paula clapped her hands, and Randy cried. I break danced out of the room and down the stairs (Which hurt) and out the door and into Rosalie's car.

"I DID IT!" I screamed.

"WOO!!" Everyone cheered. And then we were at home.

---Next day

We watched me on T.V.

"I rocked and rapped!" I said. I was super happy.

"Yea we showed that Simon guy." Edward said.

Bella looked at me, "You call that rap?"

"Yep" I said.

"Can you do the Soulja Boy?" She asked.

"The what?" I asked. Bella got up and turned on the stereo. She put in a CD and it started. As soon as she heard the music she started the "Soulja Boy" dance. When it was over, she posed.

"Wow, she didn't even fall over or trip!" I said. Then she fell over, and landed on the table, flipping over and breaking Esme's lamp. Her newest one. "OW!" She screamed, then, "I'M OK!"

We all laughed at her. Then she decided to teach Edward the Cupid Shuffle.

She played the song,

To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right.
To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left.
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick.
Now walk it by yourself, now walk it by yourself.

While they were doing that, I recorded it. Edward was tripping. And they were going SLOWLY. It was funny. And I say FUNNY. She tried to teach him Soulja Boy. Didn't go so great. He went through the glass window. Not good.

"HE DID IT!" Bella screamed, pointing at me.

Esme walked in, "EMMETT! YOU BROKE THE WINDOW AGAIN!?"

"NO!"

"YOU ARE GROUNDED!" She screeched.

"BU-"

"GROUNDED!" She screeched again.

I glared at her, and put my fist into my hand, and pointed at her. She stuck out her tongue and Esme grabbed my ear, "OW! OW! OW!" I screamed.

And then she locked me into my room. Damn. But she came back! With a CARD BOARD BOX!
"NO!" I screamed, "NOT THE BOX AGAIN!" And I was helpless.

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Thank you! Have a nice day!