ok, well, its been about 6 months, and i finally got round to writing again! yay! this is dedicated to Mr Amos who is leaving our school after a year (that says a lot about us as students) and we will all miss him greatly :) so enjoy the first chapter in ages!

ROSALIE'S POV

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING?"

I stared at the dimly lit classroom I'd thought was empty. Emmett was sat at a table with his t-shirt on the floor opposite Jasper who wasn't wearing socks or shoes. Alice was sat at the end of the table with an evil smile that you'd see on a pixie after it had vanquished the dwarves and was overlord of the magical forest. In front of them was a deck of cards set out suspiciously like poker. That familiar feeling that we were all going to get arrested began creeping up my throat.

I heard a muffled "you're going to pay for this until the day you die" sort of noise and noticed Edward sat in the corner. Well, maybe "crumpled" was a better word. He had tape across his mouth and was tied up with what looked like twisted metal, holding his arms behind his back. I let out an evil chuckle and was preparing myself to finally get the ultimate revenge for him discovering that photo of me when I accidentally dyed my hair green, when Emmett interrupted me.

"Hey Rose, we're playing strip poker." How did I know it would be something like that? "Anyway, we decided not to use money after, you know, last time," he shifted uncomfortably, "so we're betting fruit instead!" Now I realised why the room was full of watermelons and pomegranates.

"I bet my cucumber!" Alice cried with joy. Dear God, she was far too happy the whole time. It freaked out my beautiful self. I mean, it's just wrong.

"Edward was cheating," Jasper added. "You know, with the mind reading thing. That's why he's, well, you know." He looked at me sheepishly and I shook my head at them all.

"Firstly, Alice, a cucumber is a vegetable, and second, not that I want to get involved in any way with you morons, what the hell are you planning to do with all this fruit?"

"Oh, there's much more next door!" Alice chirped. I glared at her until her smile turned to a nervous laugh and she looked down at the floor.

"Well, we were going to break the world record for smashing twelve varieties of fruit with a baseball bat," Emmett said, shrugging. "But now I'm not so sure..."

Edward interrupted with a "MURPF MUFF" sort of sound, so I sighed and elegantly stepped over a pile of lemons to rip the tape of his mouth. Once I had, he sat there panting for about a minute until I slapped him. Edward glared at me, then turned to the others. "That stupidly colourful English teacher is coming. Hide!" I briefly wondered why Alice hadn't seen that, realised she was admiring the cucumber she'd found in the bathroom again, and remembered why I never bothered to care. As Jasper and Emmett dived under the table, I dragged Alice away from her annoying yet glossy vegetable and crouched in the corner where we wouldn't be seen, just as the sound of whistling reached the corridor.

"Thisss is the MORNING REPORT!" Mr Amos sang happily as he continued his daily classroom patrol.

"Hey," Emmett whispered loudly, nudging Jasper. "That's the new song from the special edition DVD of the Lion King!"

"Oh yeah! Zazu sings it, he's my favourite character."

"Will you guys shut up!" I hissed. The joyous singing stopped, and the two of them gave me angry looks."

"Pray, what be this? A darkened room?" Mr Amos felt strangely bewildered at this unusual sight and decided to investigate. Ashley away! he thought to encourage himself. He stepped through the door, but stopped dead when he saw a teenager tied up in front of him.

"Uh, hi," Edward said, shifting uncomfortably while Mr Amos stared at him. "So... your first name's Ashley?"

Suddenly, we leapt forward with a battle cry, brandishing watermelons, and smashed them on the weird teacher, who screamed like Carlisle when he found out Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana were the same person. Emmett laughed loudly at Mr Amos who was now sprawled on the floor, sobbing, covered in purple melon juice.

"Run you idiot!" I shouted. He realised we had all disappeared out the door, picked Edward off the floor, and chased after us. Mr Amos stayed where he was and cried. His favourite fluorescent pink shirt was ruined.