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A Hard Day's Night

Bella's Point of View

I slammed my purse on the granite counter and went upstairs. today was a nightmare. It started off with that time of a month. Then Tanya tried to pull a fast one before she left for school. She'd failed a math test and instead of giving us the failed test to sign, she tried to give us a fake permission slip—with the signature line of the failed test tucked underneath. If that wasn't enough, then I got called into the office because Masen was acting out in class and jumped on a couple of tables. It was just one thing after another.

I went upstairs into the bathroom and splashed cool water on my face. I needed to calm myself down before I started screaming at the kids. I walked out of my bedroom and stopped in my tracks as soon as I heard a cry.

I walked down to Masen's room to see him holding his hand over his right eye. "Mase, what happened?" I asked.

"I hit my eye!" he cried and pointed to the corner of the dresser.

It didn't shock me; he really was a clumsy kid. He always seemed to hurt his eye, never any other part of his body. Not to mention his room was filled with toys and was almost impossible to walk in. "Mase, let me see it."

He came toward me and I sat down on the floor. His eye was red and there was a definite bruise starting to form. I kissed the spot on his eye. "Let's go downstairs and put ice on it."

I grabbed his hand and led him downstairs. He sat down on the chair while I went into the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen peas to put on his eye. His tears started to dry up as he sat in the chair. I started rummaging through the pantry for something simple to make for dinner. It was one of those days were I wished that I didn't have to cook.

I didn't feel like making anything, so instead I decided to order pizza and breadsticks for dinner. We usually got pizza on Fridays but it was Thursday—close enough. I would just order extra tonight so the leftovers could be for dinner tomorrow.

I ordered the pizza; it would be here in thirty minutes. Tanya stormed into the house as soon as I put the phone back on the charger. "Today sucks!" she yelled and ran up the stairs.

"Well, hello to you too," I mumbled, and Masen laughed.

She turned around and glared. "Ugh! I am two days early and have cramps like hell. Not to mention Mrs. Cope was being a bitch today because I didn't dress out for P.E. She told me to suck it up. What's for dinner?" she huffed.

"Pizza," I said.

"Why? We always have it on Friday nights," she asked.

"Well, we're having it tonight also," I huffed.

"Whatever," she said and turned and looked at Masen, "What happened to you? Did you fall again?" she laughed.

"Tanya," I warned.

"What?" She looked at me like I was crazy.

"I hit my eye on the dresser," Masen mumbled.

"Ha!" Tanya laughed.

"Tanya, stop it!" I snapped. Masen started to get watery eyes.

"Why? That shit is so funny!" Tanya laughed.

Masen quickly got off the chair and ran upstairs. "Language, and it isn't funny. He could have really hurt himself, Tanya."

"You're no fun." She huffed and walked away.

"Kids," I mumbled under my breath.

Fifteen minutes later Edward walked inside carrying a brown grocery bag and black grease on his clothes. He bent down to give me a kiss. "Hey, baby."

I kissed him back. "Hi."

I had sent him numerous texts about what had happened throughout the day so he knew how I was feeling. "I got you a couple things."

He reached inside the brown bag and pulled out bananas, Hershey's chocolate bars, Oreos, and peppermint ice cream. "I thought this would help make you feel better."

I felt highly euphoric. "How did I get so lucky?" I asked and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

He laughed and kissed my temple. "So, what's for dinner?"

"Pizza," I responded as I put the ice cream in the freezer.

"That sounds good tonight," he said, walking over to the sink to wash his hands.

"Yeah, I didn't feel like cooking. Oh, Masen tripped and hit his eye on the corner of his dresser." I told him and opened the bag of Oreos.

"Are you serious? People are going to think that we beat him, Bella. Why can't he trip and hurt his arm or his leg? Some part of his body that would make sense. It's always his fucking eye." He chuckled.

"I know. I felt the same way when that happened," I said.

"Well, I'm going to go upstairs and wash up. I'll be down in a few minutes," he smiled.

"Alright, Greaser Boy," I laughed.

He smiled back at me and then headed upstairs. I didn't really know what to do for the remainder of the time until Edward came back, so I opened up the laptop and went to check my email. I hoped there was something new and exciting, but I always seemed to get stupid spam messages or chain letters, which I hated.

Of course when I logged in I had a couple religious chain letters because of course I am so religious—note the sarcasm. I had some spam messages, a couple cute pictures of my nephews my sister sent me, but that was about it.

I logged off just as the doorbell rang. Grabbing my money, I opened the door to see a young kid with greasy blonde hair, "Hi, one cheese pizza and one olive and sausage pizza, and an order of breadsticks."

I nodded. He continued, "That will be twenty dollars even."

I handed him the money and the tip. "Thanks," he said, and walked away.

I laid the boxes out on the kitchen counter. "I smell pizza!" Masen called, running down the stairs. He bounced up and down his eye was looking a little bit better except for the purple mark underneath his eyebrow.

I served him his cheese pizza and a breadstick with a side of ranch. Tanya and Edward joined us and got their food. Edward grabbed two beers, popping them open and handing one to me. "Can I have one?" Tanya asked.

"No!" I answered immediately.

She rolled her eyes and got a cola. After that, dinner was actually pleasant for once. Masen and Tanya weren't fighting. Tanya was actually talking to us nicely. It made me smile. Edward and Masen cleaned the kitchen up and put the remaining food into the fridge. Tanya and I sat on the couch eating peppermint ice cream in our pajamas while watching The Real Housewives. My sour day had turned into an enjoyable evening.

The next day I got to work late. Masen had a little episode with his hair not being brushed and Tanya wouldn't eat the scrambled eggs I made because I cooked them with milk. When I got to the office, Masen scrambled out the door and left me without a goodbye. I locked my purse up in the cabinet and grabbed my walkie-talkie.

When I reached the playground, Rosalie was talking to two boys against the fence. I recognized one of them. He was really heavy, had brown hair, and wore the same dirty clothes as yesterday. He was in Masen's classroom; his name was Paul. He had some kind of mental disorder— he whispered all the time, and his facial features were tiny. I believed he was a fetal alcohol syndrome baby. He was always in trouble and never owned up to what he did. I know he was only eight, but he should know shoving kids in the lunch line was not okay.

As soon as Rosalie saw me she sighed in relief. "Hi Bella. Paul and Alec were pushing kids off the monkey bars again."

Paul and Alec sat against the fence. The bell rang five minutes later and the teachers showed up to get their students. Rose and I walked down to the lounge to talk until we were needed again.

"So tough morning again?" she asked once we were seated.

"Yep, Masen and his hair and Tanya not liking how the eggs were prepared."

"So, if Masen's hair isn't done who cares and if Tanya doesn't like the eggs she can make her own damn breakfast."

I sighed, "I know but Masen gets teased if his hair isn't brushed. As for Tanya, not making breakfast would just give her more incentive to hate me."

Rose laughed, "Bella, they have to learn. Your parents and definitely not my parents ever catered to what we wanted."

"I guess. I just wish for once that she would be grateful for something. At least Masen isn't that picky."

She smiled back at me, "So, what happened to Masen's eye?"

"He tripped and hit the corner of his dresser."

"Poor kid." She laughed.

The hour went by so fast and then we went back to the playground to watch the second and third graders. Masen was lagging behind his class eating his apples and was holding his book in his hand. Most kids like to play at recess, but not my son— he wants to read.

I watched the kids interact with one another while eating their snacks. Rose and I would often look at the kids and guess what they would be like in high school. I was always the quiet nerdy girl and in high school, I met Edward. I got drunk and partied. Who would have thought little Bella Swan would change.

The recesses went by fast, and then it was lunch time. Lunch was a little bit easier to handle since they ate half the time. I watched as Paul ran to get into the lunch line. "Paul! End of the line!" I yelled.

He looked at me, slouching with a pout. It was not cute. Masen sat with his friend Ben like usual. Ben was a quiet kid and Masen was a talker so their friendship worked out perfectly. Rose walked over to me with a slight laugh. "Bella, look at Masen's legs and then all the other kids at the tables."

I did and noticed Masen's were the only ones dangling. All The other kids' legs touched the concrete. "Poor child got his mother's height." I laughed.

Paul came barreling out of the cafeteria eating his food with his hands. Didn't that boy's mother teach him some manners and how to eat? The children started lining up when they were finished eating. The janitor always watched the remaining children so Rose and I could watch the others on the playground.

After about five minutes I was ready to pull my hair out. I was dealing with one girl who was crying because a boy said she had pretty hair, then two girls were angry about something that happened a year ago, a boy passed out because he wanted to see how long he could hold his breath—he was sent down to the nurse's office with Rosalie— then there were kids complaining on the swings. It was one thing after another and this was the first lunch of the day.

It felt like hours before the bell rang and the teachers were coming to pick up their kids. I thought it was strange that I didn't see Masen, but with the problems I was dealing with it wasn't a surprise. Rose and I were getting ready to walk back down to the cafeteria for the fourth graders when I heard a familiar voice yell. "Help! Momma! Ms. Rose!"

I looked at Rose and she mouthed 'Masen?'

"Masen!" I called.

"Momma! Help me. I'm in the bathroom."

I walked by the boy's bathroom door and called Masen's name again. "Momma!" he cried.

"Is anyone in here?" I called, making sure all the boys were out.

"Momma, it's just me," he croaked.

"Mase, what's wrong, honey?" I asked outside.

"I need help."

"You go in there. I will make sure no one else goes inside," Rose said.

I nodded my head and walked inside. It was so gross in there. "Mase?" I called.

"Momma? I'm in here."

I went over to the only stall that wasn't open. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Can you please open the door slowly?" he sniffled.

I couldn't understand why he wanted me to open the door. My son was a little old for this, wasn't he? I carefully opened the heavy door and heard a groan. "Mase?"

"Momma, I'm on the door," he squeaked.

I pushed my way inside—which was very hard to do in these tiny stalls—and found Masen dangling on the hook by the hood of his jacket. "Oh my god!" I yelled.

I quickly pulled him off and checked to see if he was hurt. "What the hell happened?"

"Momma, can we get out of here first?"

I pulled him along with me until we were outside. "What happened, Bella?" Rose asked.

"I don't know," I shook my head. "Masen hasn't told me yet."

He had tears in his brown eyes. "I went to the bathroom and when I walked out of the stall, Paul came in. I was washing my hands when he started pulling Sam over into the stall with Alec. I was pulling Sam back because I didn't know what they were going to do and then Paul and Alec pushed me up and hung me on the stall."

"That little shit!" Rose yelled.

"Rose!" I snapped.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Masen, why didn't you ask for help when the other boys came into the bathroom?" How could they not notice something like that?

"They all laughed when I told them to get you," he sniffled.

"Rose, can you handle the other kids while I take Masen to the nurse's office? I'm going to grab Paul, Alec, and Sam."

Rose nodded and quickly went down to the cafeteria. "You alright, Mase?"

He wiped his tears on his sleeve and nodded. I didn't know what the hell was up with this kid, Paul, but he was messing with the wrong boy. I went to Mrs. Weber's class and Mrs. Nomad's class. I grabbed the other children and we went into the office to see Mrs. Cope.

Paul and Alec were benched the whole week for both recesses and lunches. They would have to sit in the office until their breaks were over. Masen was fine after a while and went back to class. I joined Rose for the remainder of the day watching the children at the playground.

I was standing outside Masen's classroom when the bell rang. Paul rushed out of the room, shoving other kids.

The Associated Student Body was selling cake pops. They were fundraising so the sixth graders could go to science camp.

I waited at least five minutes for Masen to come out. Mrs. Weber asked me if she could talk for a few minutes. I walked inside with Masen. Mrs. Weber's daughter Angela was sitting at one of the back tables. Angela had long brown hair and brown eyes; she looked nothing like Mrs. Weber. Angela took Masen outside so he wouldn't hear the conversation.

Mrs. Weber motioned for me to sit down at the long brown table. "Mrs. Cullen, there seemed to be an issue today with Masen. He refused to work with Paul when I asked him. He was also late getting to class after lunch."

I stopped her. "He was with me at the office. I came and grabbed Paul and Sam from your classroom."

"Yes, I know. It would have been nice if he had told me what was wrong." She raised her perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Hold on, you are upset with my son? He was trying to help his friend and in turn Paul and Alec hung him on the bathroom stall. Are you are blaming my son?"

"Mrs. Cullen, please don't raise your voice," she said in a condescending tone.

"This is absolutely ridiculous. They did this to my son and you are blaming him. Do you have some personal vendetta against him? Why don't you look at the big picture here? I don't see you out there watching all the kids and I can tell you my son isn't one of the trouble makers. It is always Paul and Alec. I have heard other parents complain about Paul, so I know I am not crazy."

"Mrs. Cullen, I know there are no boundaries in your home, but can you please teach Masen appropriate school behavior?"

"I'm done," I said in a calm voice.

"Mrs. Cullen," she called after me.

"Let's go, Mase," I said. He was sitting outside laughing with Angela.

I hated the woman. All she did was complain about my son. I knew the real reason was because she hated me. A lot of women in this town hated me. They thought Edward and I didn't parent, they couldn't believe that we had tattoos, and their biggest problem was that we never attended church.

The car ride home was silent. I needed to cool down. Edward was already home when we pulled into the driveway. I slammed the car door as soon as I got out. Masen asked if he could play Legos and I told him he could. He usually did his homework before he played, but I could make an exception today.

I dropped my things on the counter and looked for something simple for dinner. I wasn't in the mood to cook. I was still upset by all the shit that happened today. I found some frozen taquitos and put them on a cookie sheet. I turned on the oven and waited for it to heat up.

The oven beeped ten minutes later. I placed the taquitos into the hot oven, and then I got the sour cream, guacamole, and shredded cheese out. Tanya wasn't going to be home until much later so I figured she would probably go out to dinner with Demetri. Edward came down freshly showered with a smile on his face.

He grabbed a beer and popped it open. He took one gulp before he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my body. "Hey baby."

"You're home early," I noted.

He pulled back looking offended. "Yeah, we weren't that busy tonight. What's got you in this funk?"

The tears started to fall. "It's that stupid bitch of teacher. That little shit, Paul, hung Masen by his hood on one of the bathroom stalls. Not to mention there were other kids who weren't behaving. Then after school that fucking teacher was trying to tell me that Masen was being rude to Paul and apparently we need to teach him better fucking manners!"

"Bella," Edward said in a calm voice and wrapped his arms around me. "Shhh, calm down."

"I'm so sick of them picking on Masen. I hate that kid and that bitch," I cried.

"Bella, just calm down." He kissed my temple.

I had his shirt in a death grip, my knuckles were turning white. I was tired of this shit town telling me that I needed to parent better, and insinuating that there was something wrong with my children. Other families around here had more shit to stir up compared to my family drama, but I didn't go around talking about it.

My tears finally came to a stop and Edward took hold of my hand. "You okay now?" he asked.

I nodded my head and grabbed a tissue. I blew my nose and dried my tears. I finished up with dinner. Throughout dinner I kept watching Masen. I saw a little boy who wanted approval, was happy, and tried to make us laugh. I didn't see a disrespectful little boy. Mrs. Weber and any other bitch around this town can kiss my ass. I had a great family—including Tanya. We may have problems, but what family doesn't?

I went to bed that night trying to forget the day's events.

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