(A.N. Guys, I love all the people adding my story to their favourites list and then adding them to their story alerts, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

But on another note, do they have weet-bix in the states? :D

Till next time, have a good day and soft cheese.)

Previous Chapter

By the time I finished chatting with Emmett and Rosie and pried my daughter away from Pucker it was very late. Not to mention I had terrible jet lag; 10 o'clock at night here, 6 in the morning in America. Usually I'm just waking up.

I tucked Juliet in and sung a lullaby to her. She drifted off fast. Once I was in bed, I couldn't help but think, maybe I've finally found a place I can call home.

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EPOV

I really don't want to go to school today. There's going to be a new student at school, I have a new teacher for my English class and Uncle Emmett is taking health. I got up and showered; dad bought me this new body wash that smells really good, like honey and smiles.

I wandered downstairs and saw my dad sipping coffee.

"Hey Eddie boy, sleep well?" My father, Jasper asked. I nodded and grimaced. I hate the name Eddie boy. My Aunt Alice started it all. My dad chuckled at me and asked what I wanted for breakfast.

"Um, I don't know, I will probably just get some weet-bix."

"Alright Edward, remember the bus leaves at 6:30 and Uncle Emmett is going to drive you home" I nodded and waved as he headed out the door. My dad works for a tourist agency near the beach. He makes big dollars of the 'yanks' as he likes to call them.

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As I got off the bus my best friend Seth bounced over to me. He's a massive kid but a really great guy.

"Hey Seth, how's Leah?" Leah is Seth's big sister. We're now seniors at Adam Maple College. AMC is a great school; the uniform is not the best but education is staggering. We have to wear a white button up t-shirt with a grey tie. The grey trousers are rather comfortable but the black shiny shoes are horrid. The blazer is great when it rains, which it often does in Cairns.

"Leah is great, angry as ever, but still great" he smiled at me happily. He's so in oblivious he doesn't even realize all the girls lusting after him, sweet kid. We headed into school right before the bell rang. Shit! Late to my first English class with my new teacher.

I hurried down the halls with large arches leading to a courtyard in the middle of the school. I arrived at B15 with Ms. Swan. She even sounds snobby.

I gently knocked on the door and heard a melodic 'yes, come in' on the other side of the door.

"Hello miss..." I was flabbergasted, she was stunning. "Miss...um... late sorry" Then I took a deep breath. "I'm Edward Cullen" I said with my panty-dropping smile.

I wonder if she dates students. Most likely not with it being illegal and all. She had long waves of chestnut hair and the most beautiful brown eyes; you could swim in them. Her body was so sexy. This was the woman of my dreams. Legs so long they would never end and a lovely arse wrapped in tight skinny jeans. She was wearing a black ruffled blouse and a pair of bright yellow flats. Her smile had a subtle confidence and her hips swayed as she walked down the aisle towards her desk.

"Yes, I have heard so much about you Mr. Cullen, Please if you wouldn't mind?" She gestured to the only empty seat in the room. She had a cute American accent. I took in the rest of the class. The boys were all staring at the fine specimen of a woman whilst the girls looked on longingly. I took a seat next to a boy with Slick black hair.

"Hello I'm Edward, are you new, I haven't seen you around before" the boy stopped gawking at the teacher and I gave him a knowing smirk. He extended his hand.

"Yeah, I'm Eric. What about this teacher huh?" He asked in an admiring voice. I nodded my head at him. I know exactly what he means. She doesn't really look like a teacher, more like the sexiest model I've ever seen. She reminded me of someone, I don't know anyone who really looks like her though.

"Alright, everyone sit down, shut up and look at the reading list in front of you" she said in a deadly calm. She makes me slightly nervous. The class immediately settled.

"Okay, So I assume you all have the Shakespearian masterpieces, Jane Austin novels and Oscar Wilde poetry. If not, do so. We will not only be studying the classics, but also modern day magnum opus'. Christopher Pike, Len Deighton, Catharine Cookson. You will fail this class without knowledge in these authors. You have three days to read a novel by Herman Melville called Moby-dick. Then on Thursday you will hand me a thesis on the book and Friday we will have a quiz on the book." She smiled angelically at us. This we be a harsh year.

"Also be warned, I will have pop-quizzes on books of my choice. Read the books on your list, and read them well. The quizzes and Thesis' you hand me will determine your grade, now, Tanya?" She asked looking at my ex-girlfriend smugly. Tanya looked up from here phone and gave Ms. Swan a look as if to say, what the hell do you want.

"Please hand out these copies of Moby-dick" Tanya shot Miss a angry look and handed the books out and sat back down.

"Thank you Tanya, now I am curious..." Miss was saying when Tanya exploded.

"Why are you curious huh slut?" She told the Miss. Swan. I shook my head at Tanya. Stupid girl, suspension is automatic for using foul language around an adult.

"Well Tanya, I was merely curious as to why you didn't give yourself a book, but I guess you just weren't panning on being here tomorrow anyway, Please Ms. Stanley takes this child to the office" she said putting emphasis on the word child. Venom was seeping out every pore.

She flipped out her phone and called the main office. While it was ringing she barked out that we should start reading and taking notes about the story.

"Hello Ms. Cope, could you please connect me to Mr. Greene...Thanks" Then she strolled outside the room. I picked my book up and dove into Moby-dick. I am not particularly good at English; I have more skill in logic and numbers, not love and metaphorical meanings. I have a feeling this class will be my downfall, and with a teach like Ms. Swan, my demise is even more likely.

She seems to be demanding. Yet she seems so young.