Esme POV
Next lesson is art. A quick look at the list of students in this class tells me that Rosalie and Bella both attend this course. Oh dear, poor Bella… When I arrived at the classroom, everyone was already there. And I noticed that Bella and Rosalie were sitting on different sides of the classroom. Good, at least they won't come across each other while working. I mean I don't see the problem with Bella, but Rosalie seems to be very motivated to make her life miserable if she crosses some unseen and, if you ask me, ridiculous line. But, who am I to judge. I can't change her decision. "Good morning, class. I'm Esme Cullen, the new substitute teacher. Your teacher left a note for me. You are supposed to continue working on your pictures inspired by the last movie you watched. So please, just go on, if you need me, I'm right here." Chairs scrubbed over the floor as the students went to get their pictures and a line quickly formed at the sink. I sighed and sat down at the teacher's desk. What am I supposed to do the whole lesson? Thinking of Carlisle seemed to be a good idea- "Hey, watch where you're going, you dumbass!" Rosalie, of course. I looked up to see Mike Newton standing in front of Rosalie, looking quite frightened. "I'm sorry" He managed to stutter. "You better are." Rosalie shot back. "Guys, please, what exactly happened?" I asked, walking over to them. "He almost spilled water all over my shirt!" Came Rosalie's reply. I raised my eyebrows. "Almost? Then you don't need to call him names. In fact, you are not supposed to do that at all, young lady" I chastised in a stern tone. Rosalie just muttered "Whatever" and continued walking to her seat. I sighed heavily and decided to walk around the room, just to have an overview on what they are doing.
According to the pictures, the most watched film is Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Interesting. But I sort of doubt that was the last movie Rosalie or Bella watched. Maybe I would see something different, that would actually be nice… As I approached Bella's desk, she looked up and smiled at me. I kindly smiled back. "So, Bella, what are you drawing?" "Well, that's supposed to show Edward and me in San Francisco, standing at the Golden Gate Bridge. It's inspired by the movie Friendship." She replied shyly. I smiled warmly. "That's really cute, Bella." I reassured her, as the warm feeling of pride flowed through me. My son really found a good girl. She adores him just as much as he adores her. I continued my way, until I approached Rosalie. She was drawing a picture of Emmett and herself, standing on the Titanic. "Rosalie, that is a beautiful picture, my dear." "Thanks, mom." She somewhat smiled at me. I smiled back and continued until I was back the teacher's desk. Sighing I sat down.
Bella POV
Just as I reached the sink to refill my emptied and glass of water, Rosalie came up behind me. "So, you're drawing a picture of Eddie and yourself together?" I flushed, but nodded. "Sweet. I mean, sure, I'm not exactly good at showing it, but, I do like you." Surprised, I turned around. "Yeah, I mean, you're fun to hang out with and when you fall down that's just so hilarious." I made a face at her and turned back around to grab the glass, which was already more than full. And exactly in the moment where I went to grab it, I had to sneeze. Really hard. Oh dear, I already had that glass in my hand! I just hope I didn't wet anyone. But, of course, my bad luck, I did. Mike. Oh, thank God it was just him. I really don't like him, so. Doesn't matter at all. I mumbled a quick "Sorry" and returned back to my seat. But apparently, I was still not through with my jet streak. I put the glass on my desk and went to sit down. Correction: I tried to sit down. Just as I thought I must hit the chair any moment, I lost my balance and landed on the ground. It was quiet for a moment, but then everyone started snickering. Esme quickly ran over. "Bella, sweetie, you alright?" "Sure, Esme, just my bad luck." "Are you sure? I could take you down to the nurse if you think something is wrong." I blushed at her motherly concern. "No, really, I'm fine." "Alright then." And with that, Esme returned to the teacher's desk, as the class just continued working.
Emmett POV
Oh man, this is just not my day. First I ruined Carlisle's shirt-twice- and then I couldn't answer a simple question, again asked by Carlisle… Now the next one is gym class. Yay. I bet Coach Clapp will be letting us play dodge ball the whole lesson again. Don't get me wrong, I love playing dodgeball, but it would be much more fun if I could use my whole strength. I quickly got dressed and walked into the gym. But halfway through the door, I stumbled and had to keep myself from going backwards, out of the gym and out of school. Carlisle took this class also. Oh no, please don't let it be true. But unfortunately, my wish was unheard. "Alright, class. I'm Carlisle Cullen, the substitute teacher. And the Coach told me you played games like dodgeball in the last few lessons, is that correct?" We all mumbled a quick "Yes, Mr Cullen" Then Carlisle started talking again, but I kind of zoned out. I was brought back into the gym by my classmates groaning about something Carlisle must have said. "Alright, then get started. We will warm up with four rounds through the gym. No chatting or running beside each other, please. After you finished your rounds, we will start with a few gymnastics exercises." He blew the whistle-really loud to wake everyone up- and we started running. One, two, three, four. Alright. Finished. But now, the real torture begins… A few people visibly gulped as Carlisle came closer to the circle we had formed. Here we go. "Okay. Since you haven't done really hard work in over a month, we will start on this easily. So just give me twenty push- ups please everyone." Everybody grumbled, but got into position, as Carlisle counted out loud. Well, that was easy. Apparently, my classmates had a different view on this, since they were already wheezing. Sissies. Unfortunately, I didn't hide my amusement very good. Carlisle noticed. Oh crap! "Emmett, would you please come over here, so I can demonstrate the next exercise?" I quickly strolled over to where Carlisle was standing. "Please pay attention now, this is very important. If you don't perform the next exercise correctly, you could seriously injure yourself. You go down like you would when you are performing squats. Then you ask your partner to help you to steady yourself, while you start to lift one leg, hold it there for a second, and then put it down again. Same with the other leg. Don't stretch your leg completely! Keep a slight bow. Emmett and myself will demonstrate this for you." I quickly squatted down, while Carlisle grabbed me under my arms. This was so humiliating. I could steady myself pretty fine. And I think everybody in this class knows it by now. But no, my dear father just has to help me. Oh man. Just get this over with and hope that I can control myself better next time….