All rights, characters, and properties belong to Stephenie Meyer as she is the wonderful author of the Twilight series. This is merely fanfiction created to entertain my own imagination put into words for others to read and hopefully enjoy.

BTW: Sorry for some of my typos in the first chapter and maybe in this one as well I will try to go back and correct them as I see them. Not that I expect anyone to go back and read it all again, but just for the future readers I suppose. Also I am thinking of changing the name of the story since I kind of came up with the current one in a rush. Any suggestions? Thanks again for all the reviews and adding me to your author alerts!

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2. APPLE

The bell rang making me jump slightly and alerting me that my first period class would soon be filing in to take their seats for the start of class. I could hear the wave of sounds of classroom doors opening and the noise of students talking and laughing as they made their way to their designated first period classrooms. I stood anxiously behind my desk for their initial arrival. A few minutes had passed before the first student walked through the classroom door. I greeted him with a smile and politely indicated for him to choose whichever seat he wanted. Soon more and more broke from the wake of students in the hallway to enter the room laughing and saying their goodbyes to friends in a rush.

Looking over my first period roster, I saw that there were to be 18 students assigned to this 11th grade English Literature class for this semester. I quickly counted the seats to be sure that we would have enough desks available for all those still arriving. There were five rows of desks. Luckily I had more than enough available with four desks per row. I quickly scanned the rest of my rosters to be sure there would be no more than 20 students per class. I breathed a glad sigh of relief when I discovered that I wouldn't have to chase down the school janitor during my lunch break for to ask for more desks.

The school bell rang again, this time signaling that the students should be in class and that any early morning slackers should hurry to class or be marked late. As the students took their seats, I walked to the front of my desk and leaned back on it to evaluate the now full sea of desks in front of me. My eyes wandered up and down the aisles to each new face.

"Welcome to English Literature. I am your new teacher Ms. Swan" I smiled to myself.

I stood up straight and walked around back behind my desk and picked up the attendance roster. "This is the 11th grade English Literature class. I will go through the attendance roster in a few minutes and call out your names. Please raise your hand and say 'here' so that I don't mark you absent. I'm sorry if I end up mispronouncing your name, let me know if I do so, so that I make sure not to do it again in the future. Also, if there is another name you would like to go by let me know at that time so that I can write it down. After attendance is taken I will go over this semesters course outline with you and then we will go around the room and get to learn one another better. How does that sound?" I let out a sigh of relief when the general consensus of the class was in agreement or still too tired, from waking up early, to care.

My first and second classes went by smoothly and I was beginning to feel ridiculous that I had ever been so anxious at all to begin with. With the first two classes out of the way now, I felt I was finally getting into the groove of things and the repetitive speech each time I recited my brief introduction and story of where I was from, how I came about becoming an English Literature teacher, and my expectations of them for this semester. Each time though when I talked about my life in Forks, Washington I felt a pain on the edges of the hole in my chest and quickly rushed through the rest in hopes of not betraying my still fresh 4 year-wound. Most of the students seemed as interested in learning about me as I did about them. I could already begin to tell, just by where each student sat, what the level of their enthusiasm to succeed in this course would be. It had been something I learned during my time as a student teacher in Michigan that the students with more desire to learn sat closer to the front while those who would rather just get through the class would tend to drift toward the back. It was those students in the back that I was most hoping to reach out to this semester to help them to better understand the stories and lessons in life that literature taught us. Granted I knew not everyone would be oh-so-willing to embrace my grandiose philosophy on literature, but I figured it was worth a shot.

In between second and third period there was a morning break in which the students and staff were able to use the cafeteria and outside benches in the quad area for a nutritional snack. Although, most students did not use this time to eat at all but instead used this 15 minute allotted time to catch up on the newest gossip, while most of the staff, on the other hand, used it to regroup in the Teacher's Lounge to mull over the current student-related dilemmas. During that time, however, I choose to stay alone in my classroom and decided to look over the haphazard seating charts I had attempted to make on the now slightly crinkled sheets of scratch paper. I had had the students pass around the papers and sign their name in on the quickly drawn chart I made earlier that morning. In my mind I was trying to put the faces to the names I now saw scribbled on sheets of paper so that I could better familiarize myself with each individual student. There were very few faces at this point that really seemed to jump out at me, but I knew in time I would recognize each face and each named that walked through the door and into my classroom.

The morning break was drawing to an end and the bell rang to indicate that the short-lived break was now over. I readjusted my appearance to make sure I was still as orderly looking as I had been earlier. I knew, subconsciously, that nothing drastic had happened in order to alter my appearance within the 3 hours I had been here, but none the less I checked to make sure nothing was disheveled.

Breathe Bella, you know there is nothing to be nervous about you're acting childish! I told myself as a low chuckle escaped my lips.

I once again, for the third time today, made my way to the front of my desk and leaned back on it to welcome my new students that were slowly trickling into the classroom and finding their seats. Just then, I remembered I needed to grab the attendance roster that was behind me and twisted around from my waist to reach for it. I grabbed in and turned back around. I looked up to see that most of the students had taken their seats and then saw the last two students stroll into the room. The attendance roster in my hand floated down to the floor as I saw before me a tiny beautiful girl with short spiky black hair and pale skin gracefully skip to the front of the classroom with the brightest red apple I have ever seen in her hands. She deposited the apple into my now frozen hands and reached up to hug me.

"Good morning, Ms. Bella Swan" she giggled and placed a quick kiss on my now slack-jawed cheek.

Behind her I saw the most beautiful set of topaz eyes staring straight at me in such disbelief. I was in shock as I knew he must have been too. For there in front of me stood Alice and Edward Cullen.