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A Hard Day's Night

Bella's Point of View

I stared at the brown metal door. I had been dreading this appointment all week. Edward squeezed my hand, reminding me that he was with me. It had been a month since the whole hanging Masen on the bathroom stall hook fiasco. This week all the elementary students got out early, because of parent teacher conferences. Mrs. Weber gave me the last appointment on Friday.

So, here I was, at four o'clock and she was running late. The appointments were twenty minutes long, but I knew it was going to be the longest twenty minutes of my life. Tanya thankfully offered to watch Masen while Edward and I met with Mrs. Weber. It was nice, but strange for her to want to help us out. She didn't even have to make dinner because I ordered pizza for them.

Edward and I sat on the concrete planter. He was playing a game on his phone. I, on the other hand, couldn't get my eyes to drift away from the door; my leg was shaking like crazy. I didn't want to hear Mrs. Weber complain about my son again. If anything, her daughter was contributing to Masen's behavior. She liked to play around with him, and I signed a paper giving her permission to observe Masen in the classroom—for her Child Development course.

"Bella, calm down," Edward whispered in my ear, kissing the tip.

"I'm trying," I responded with a hint of hysteria.

I looked up at him—his eyebrows were raised in an amused expression. I shook my head at him and leaned into his side. I traced the visible ink on his forearm—I did this when I was nervous. He wore a white V-neck t-shirt with blue jeans and his black work boots. In eighteen years his style hadn't changed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weber." I heard the voice of Mrs. Banner, who turned and gave us a small smile before she rushed off.

"You ready?" Edward asked.

"No," I pouted like a willful child.

Edward laughed at my antics and pulled me with him as we walked inside the classroom. Angela was talking to her mother and once she saw Edward and me, she smiled and quickly left. Mrs. Weber had her reading glasses on and motioned for us to come and join her at the table. On it were some papers and Masen's report card.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Cullen," she greeted.

"Hello," Edward and I said at the same time.

"Well, I am glad you guys were able to meet with me today." She pulled out the first paper showing Masen's math scores. As you can see Masen is doing extremely well on his division. It is advanced considering most children are still on addition."

She handed us the paper to keep. She moved on to reading and writing which were advanced as well. Masen was a smart kid, so his advanced skills never really surprised me. She finally got to his report card and it was all fours and fives until we got to his behavior.

"I gave him a needs improvement for behavior. Masen tends to talk a lot in class and get off task. He also likes to talk with my daughter. Lately, he has been throwing pencil erasers at her. Now, this may be acceptable in your home, but it is not in the classroom." She paused.

I took this opportunity to speak up. "Now, Masen can't be the only one who talks a lot. I have been in this classroom multiple times and have seen many kids shouting out. I also think your daughter isn't helping the situation. She could kindly say to him that it is not appropriate to talk to her, but she doesn't. I'm not going to even mention this eraser thing, because I know for a fact your daughter throws them back at Masen."

"Bella," Edward whispered, trying to calm me down.

"Mrs. Cullen, I know Masen is a sweet kid. I'm not trying to say that he is bad. I am only trying to help him improve. It is hard teaching twenty-five students the solution to a math problem when Masen is constantly shouting out the answer." First she was talking about him talking, and then throwing erasers, now it was shouting out in class.

"So send him out into the pod to work on it," I interrupted her. The pod was a big room that connected all the teachers' rooms together. It was their computer lab where teachers sent out disruptive children to complete their work.

"I see where Masen learns his behavior," she murmured loud enough for me to hear.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, offended that she would insinuate that I am a bad example for Masen.

"Mrs. Cullen," she paused and dropped the subject.

I however wasn't done with this matter. "You know the reason he talks a lot is because he is bored. He finishes his homework within five minutes."

"He still makes mistakes sometimes," she intervened.

"I'm not saying he is perfect, but at least give him a challenge. I have talked with Ben's mother and she said Ben is bored too."

"There is a difference," she interrupted, pointing her finger at me, "Ben doesn't talk. Masen voices his opinion on everything. They shouldn't be challenged unless they are getting at least a hundred on everything."

"But that could be a mistake. I would be bored doing the same crap every single day."

"That language is not acceptable in my classroom," she told me as if I were a fucking child.

"Mrs. Weber, is this an appointment about my son's behavior, or you having a problem with my wife?" Edward asked raising his eyebrow.

She choked up and shook her head. "I have no problem whatsoever with Mrs. Cullen. I am just trying to talk to her about Masen's behavior and she seems to be in denial."

"My son is not a bad kid!" I snapped.

"Bella," Edward whispered in my ear.

"Mrs. Weber, I think this meeting is finished. You obviously have a problem with my wife and my son. You keep spouting out this bullshit about my son misbehaving. Bella works here, she knows the kids and how they act. I think you're a fucking bitch the way you thought Masen should have been punished, when he was hanging on that fucking stall," Edward snapped.

I knew this wasn't going to end well. Edward's face was getting redder. "You complain about my son and yet what about your daughter? I have heard nothing but nice things about her, but it seems to me like you put all the blame on Masen when something happens. Bella and I might not be the best parents in this fucking world, but we are not the worst. There isn't a fucking handbook on how to handle every situation with your child. We may butt heads sometimes, but what family doesn't? I will not sit here any longer and hear you patronize my wife or son for one more second. You have a good day," Edward finished.

Mrs. Weber stayed in her seat shock rendering her silently. I grabbed Masen's report card and took Edward's warm hand in mine. We left the classroom in a rush. Edward was fuming quietly. He opened the truck door for me and slammed the door shut. His door opened and he jumped in. Edward didn't start the ignition; we sat there in peace while he calmed down.

When Tanya was in third grade, she was really talkative in class. Mrs. Nomad had complained frequently about Tanya's behavior. There was always something wrong with Tanya, but Tanya was always great in school. The complaints about her didn't stop, and so I took her out of school and homeschooled her the remainder of that year. Now, whenever someone gets Masen in their class, they always say, "Oh, you have a Cullen," as if it was a bad thing.

"Bella, I don't want to listen to her bitch about Masen again. So I think we should talk to him and tell him to try to be quiet while she teaches, and leave that girl alone." His voice was strained.

"Edward, do you really think that will solve the problem? Clearly, Mrs. Weber doesn't like me, so she will probably take it out on Masen."

"Let's just see how this goes. I don't want to have another conference with that imbecile woman this year. She had no right to fucking treat you that way. She acted as if she was more superior than you—us."

I pulled his hand off the steering wheel and held it in my lap. We might be over-reacting about this situation, but I didn't think she had a right to put the blame on Masen when she had a classroom filled with other kids who behaved a lot worse than he did.

Edward started the car and the tires squealed as he pulled out of the parking lot. I sure hope I don't get a lot of shit when I come back to school next week.

As soon as we stepped inside the house it was filled with chaos. Tanya and Masen were yelling at each other, the television volume was so loud it hurt my ears, there were smashed Cheeto's on the tiled flooring that Brownie was gobbling up and grape juice was spilled on the counter. I felt like I was in a dream just watching the insanity—it couldn't possibly be happening, but it was.

"What the hell is going on?" Edward roared.

Tanya and Masen froze and turned to us, with guilt written all over their faces. "Well, I asked you a question."

"Tanya, was…." Masen spoke at the same time Tanya said, "The little brat was…." I couldn't understand what either of them were saying when they talked over one another.

"Quiet!" I yelled.

"Tanya, tell me what happened?" I asked her first.

"I was watching 90210, and Masen asked me to get him some Cheetos. I told him I would when the commercial came on and next thing I know I hear a bunch of noise in the kitchen. Masen managed to knock over the bag of Cheetos and spilled grape juice on the counter. I told him to wait, but he never listens." She glared at him. She turned back to us with a huff and her arms crossed against her chest.

"Masen, tell me what happened?" I asked, wanting to get his side of the story.

"Tanya kept telling me after a commercial break she would get me my snack, but whenever there was a commercial she would fast forward through them. She told me 'next commercial' and she did the same thing. I was really hungry so I thought I could reach the Cheetos. I slipped on the chair and knocked over the opened grape juice. I'm sorry Momma, I didn't mean to do it. I tried to clean it up, but Tanya started yelling at me."

I thought about both of their stories. Masen's sounded a lot more realistic then Tanya's. She had been known to torment her little brother all the time. The commercial thing was not a new one for her.

"You want to tell me why you kept doing that to your brother?" I asked her in a calm voice.

"Ugh! You always pick his side!" she huffed and rolled her brown eyes.

"That's because we have witnessed you doing that to him. Plus, his story is a lot more plausible than yours."

"Fine! Believe him. It wouldn't matter what I say. You will always believe him." She turned and stomped up the stairs.

"Tanya!" I was about chase after her but Edward pulled my arm back.

"Bella, just let it go for now. We have to talk to Masen right now."

I knew he was right. I didn't want to have to talk to Masen about his teacher, but if I wanted her to stop talking about my child in a negative way, then I needed to talk to Masen.

Masen sat down at the table across from Edward and me. He looked at us with a curious expression, a hint of nervousness peeking through. "Your mother and I met with your teacher today. She had some interesting things to say about you. First, I would like to let you know that your mother and I are very proud of your academics. You have done really well, buddy. However, your teacher voiced her concern about your behavior."

"She always picks on me," Masen mumbled.

"Masen, I need you to listen to me." Edward used his stern fatherly tone.

"Masen, please try and not call out a lot in class, and talk to others. I especially don't want you to talk to Mrs. Weber's daughter or throw erasers at her. If she throws them at you, just stick the eraser in your desk. Mrs. Weber is getting frustrated with your behavior and I know it isn't just you, but she won't admit it."

"But Angela always talks to me. You always told me never to ignore an adult, unless they tell me to do bad things. So I should just ignore her?" Masen inquired.

"I know, Mase. This is different, though. I need you to just stop. Think of Angela as your second teacher, if that helps. Please, just try your best to be on your best behavior. Okay, buddy?"

"Okay. Can I have some Cheetos now?" Masen asked, the conversation going right over his head. Hopefully, we won't have to have another conversation with Mrs. Weber again about this situation.

"I need a beer," Edward mumbled. The chair squeaked against the tile as he pushed away. He grabbed a cold beer from the fridge as he left the kitchen. I gave Masen the rest of the Cheetos—which wasn't that much, considering that more than half the bag was on the floor. I grabbed the vacuum and started cleaning up the smashed Cheetos. Brownie wasn't happy about that. I mopped up the sticky juice and then I went upstairs to change.

I was getting ready to walk back downstairs in my pajamas when Tanya stopped me. "Hey Mom, can you sign this for me?" she asked.

I looked at the paper; it was her grades. She had a couple A's and three B's. When I got down to Chemistry I noticed that the print changed. It looked like someone had made a copy of this on the computer and changed their grade. "Tanya, what grade do you have in Chemistry?"

"It says it on the paper," she rolls her eyes and points. "See, I have a C plus. That is a passing grade." Her voice shook and I knew instantly that she was lying.

"Tanya, where is your real progress report?" I asked in a stern but calm voice.

"It's right in front of you." Her voice cracked and she looked away from me.

"Tanya, show me your real progress report or I will go look it up on the computer. Your teachers always post your grades to Aries Browser Interface (ABI), so I will know if you are lying."

"Fine!" she yelled and stomped back to her room.

She came out seconds later with her real progress report. I looked at the grades and they were the same until I go to Chemistry. I felt the anger boiling up. "You got an F! Tanya, that's like not even trying in school. I took Chemistry and I at least got a C. You need to pass this class. If you don't, you won't get to graduate!" I yelled.

"I hate Chemistry! Mr. Banner sucks as a teacher. It's so boring and confusing and he talks in a monotone voice. I don't understand the big deal; he told me that he would give me a C if I show up the rest of the year."

"Clearly, you don't see the problem. Tanya, you will not be hanging out with Demetri or going out with your friends until this grade is up to a solid C," I told her.

"You can't do that!" she yelled.

"I think as your mother I can do that!" I snapped.

"I will now be driving you to school. Maybe next time you will think before trying to lie to me again. And I want your phone also."

"What? Why?" she yelled, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Because I said so. You are grounded. I will let you have your phone when you are at school only to reach me or your father. I will call the phone company tomorrow and make sure they restrict any messages or calls your try to make."

"That's not fair!" she cried.

"What's not fair is being lied to, Tanya. Maybe next time you will think about your choices instead of lying to me. Now, go get me your phone."

"Ugh!" she screamed like a little child and stomped back to her room.

A few seconds later she emerged from her bedroom and roughly put the cell phone into the palm of my hand. "You're ruining my life!" she yelled and slammed her bedroom door.

"What the fuck was that?" Edward asked me in a calm voice.

I didn't realize he was near until I heard him. "She made a fake progress report. I called her out on her bullshit and she showed me the real one. She had great grades except for Chemistry. She is failing it and she doesn't see the big deal. I grounded her and told her she is on restriction with her phone. I don't understand why she would even lie. She knows that her teachers email us when they post her grades to ABI."

Edward made a move to walk into her room, but I put my hand on his arm. "It's been a long day. Let her cool off before you go and talk to her," I explained to him.

I didn't need another screaming match tonight. I was exhausted. I just wanted to go to bed and forget about this horrible day. Masen came up in his pajamas with Brownie. I tucked him into bed and made sure the lights were turned off. I crawled into bed with a half naked Edward and he wrapped me in a cocoon with his arms. I fell into a deep slumber within a matter of minutes.

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