A little note from the author's mother (JenERoseCullen).

This silly story is written by an eight-year-old child. It was born from a prompt I challenged my daughter to. So, using as many spelling and vocabulary words as possible, she created a story about how Emmett got arrested while dressed like the tooth fairy.

Disclaimer: SM owns all things Twilight. The little fanfiction author known as HogwartsSongBird is just playing around with them.

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The bitter, yucky smell of coffee and the yummy smell of sweet, sugary donuts was all around the police station. It was the best scent ever.

Someone brought donuts that day and everyone had one, including me. Mine was pink with rainbow sprinkles and I had chocolate milk to drink since coffee is yucky.

I was sitting at the desk with my donut and chocolate milk, happily eating while I drew on a piece of paper with nothing but a blue pen. It was how I was keeping myself busy since I didn't have a book with me. There was a computer in front of me, but I was told not to touch it, so I didn't. I just sat there, drawing on page after page with my legs dangling off of the comfy chair with the wheels.

Taking a bite of my donut while a lady police officer smiled at me as she passed me by, I returned her grin then looked at the framed photographs that were next to the computer. A few of them were my mom as a kid, her high school graduation picture from Forks, then next to that was one of her now with my daddy and me. The next one was a picture of me and my grandpa. It was taken in the summertime when we went on a fishing trip.

With a mouthful of doughnut, I look closely at the pictures, noticing the differences from Grandpa and me. My hair is chin length and brownish red, the same color as my daddy's. My grandpa's hair is dark brown, and he has a mustache that looks like a furry caterpillar, his skin is pasty white, like all of the adults in my family. Where mine is paler than a human but has a little rosy color to it. His eyes are golden but mine are chocolate brown, the color that his and my mom's used to be before they became vampires.

Clunky footsteps were heard loud and clear on the tile floor. Swallowing my bite of donut, I looked around to the source of the noise and saw a police officer that was younger than the rest. I had seen him before and knew his name, grandpa often called him a rookie cop. But whatever, he was always nice to me and funny too.

"Can anyone tell me why the tooth fairy got arrested with a peacock?" The young officer whose name was Mr. Jimmy said to no one in particular.

A few people laughed, but I didn't. I was keeping my mouth zipped up. Unless someone asked me that question, then I knew I would have to speak.

"Bet you never thought you would say that, Jones." An older man named Mr. Logan said to Mr. Jimmy.

My daddy taught me to put Mr. or Mrs. before an adult's first name because it sounds more respectful, he says. So, that's what I always do.

"Not at all." Mr. Jimmy admitted. "And the tooth fairy isn't talking, he says he's pleading the fifth and not giving me much information to go on."

"Ask Charlie Swan's granddaughter; she knows." A female voice from down the hall called out.

That was me. I'm Charlie Swan's granddaughter; I was the one the lady was talking about. I gulped hard.

Footsteps approached me and I slowly looked up. "Hi, Mr. Jimmy." I said sweetly.

"Hi, Nessie," he said, bending down in the way adults do, so they're at eye level with you. His hands rested on either side of the chair so I couldn't escape. "I like your costume; did you go to a Halloween party today?"

I shook my head no. "It was a Halloween carnival." I explained.

He nodded his head. Not like he was agreeing but more like he was trying to piece together a puzzle. I didn't take my eyes off of him.

"So," he said slowly. "How did the tooth fairy and a colorful bird end up getting arrested?"

It sounded like a joke, but I knew this was no laughing matter. There was no funny part to his sentence that would have everyone laughing. He really wanted an answer.

"It's kind of a long story and will probably take up half of the night to tell."

"I got time," Mr. Jimmy smiled.

"Okay," I said, thinking about how I should begin.

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