I have my own personal soundtrack to what I'm listening to when I write it's usually what Bella's listening to but if not I'll tell you sometimes it's not even music I like it's just got a good beat.

For the most part this chapter was Maximum the Hormone: what up people, and the piano

I'm SORRY!!! My internet has been being a bitch and decided to kill itself so I never get a chance to update.

Bella's pov

He walked back up to the front of the room and said "the period is going to end in a few minutes please start to pack up and one person will be around to collect the kits."

"You could have taken the credit you know."

"Why you did the work?"

I sighed and looked down, most people usually just took the credit and I kept my mouth shut. You stick out less that way. I decided to change the subject. "What do you have next?"

"I have free, what about you?"

"I have art." I smiled slightly art was my favorite class and since I had it with no one I could concentrate completely on what I'm doing.

"Oh that's cool you want me to walk you to class?"

"Sure what are you planning to do during you free period?"

"I might go back to the music room and work on a new piece."

"You'll have to play for me when we go to your house from the little I heard before you were amazing I've only ever heard one other person play in person and it was my friend Alison."

"Thanks but who's Alison?"

"Fish."

"Fish can play the piano?"

"Yeah I know right. Sounds funny when you say it that way, but she's actually pretty good. Not as good as you though."

"You flatter me." He said dramatically putting his hand on his chest in a mock way. I just smiled.

RING

We got up and gathered our books and walked out of the room. I was so looking forward to art it's been my favorite class since I moved to Long Island I hope they have a good program here I'll ask Edward.

"Hey um is there a good art program here."

"Yea actually its one of the best because it's suck a tight nit community no ones upset about putting in money every once and awhile for the school, everyone in the town either went here of has a kid enrolled in the school or both."

"Wow I'm really happy I came here at my old school they started cutting things because of funding."

"That must have been horrible."

"It was" and we were outside my art class

I smiled "Thanks for walking me I'll see you later for gym."

He smiled "Bye." and with that he walked away

I walked into the room and gaped with a huge smile on my face.

There were different pieces of art all over the place with an old fashioned bike hanging from the ceiling. There were different tables all around the room and in the center was the teacher's desk with a computer on it and off to the side I could see a set of doors.

There were random kids around the room drawing and painting. Then I noticed the teacher and walked over to her. "Umm hi I'm Bella Swan I met you earlier I'm in your class this period."

"oh yes I remember you from the library" she said as she fixed the reading glasses in front of her face looking up from the picture she was working on. "What did you do at your old school?"

"I really love to draw and do photography. Do you think I could do that?"

"I don't have many rules in my class you may listen to your headphones and work on whatever project you want as long as I get an update every 3 days or so and I need a piece of complete work every 2 weeks. If you need help just ask. So of course you may do a photo of someone and then draw a portrait from that?"

"That sound like it could be fun." Maybe I could do Emmett, or Charlie or if not a picture of Alice she seems like she would be a willing participant or even Edward but I probably should lay off I sound kinda stalkerish just being like can I take your picture?

She stood up taking me out of my train of thought and walked over to the set of doors on the side of the room.

"In here is the photography room" she looked through as cabinet I couldn't see what was in it then she came out with an old style camera, long lense with a neck strap

"You can spend your period wandering around the school looking for shots and here's some film." She said handing me about 3 roles "Just take a shot you see that's interesting."

I smiled at her and walked out while putting my backpack down and putting the camera around my neck. I tried to think of what would be a good shot. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in; when I opened my eyes I tried to envision what could be a good picture.

I started to walk around I could hear the hustle and bustle from the classes, I decided to head towards where I thought was the music room that I ran into Edward and Alice in before. As I came closer I could hear more and more clearly the beautiful playing I assumed was Edward.

Maybe if I was quiet I could get a good shot of him playing. I peeked in the room and I was at a perfect angle for a shot I bent down on one knee and loaded my camera. Bringing the camera up to my face I focused the lense so I could see his face bent down towards the keys and could see even with his closed eyes the anguish on his face that matched the sadness of the piece.

I made the shot so you could see from his head to a little below his shoulders and could see the piano in front of him with space around the subjects. I snapped the shot, and the song ended. He didn't open his eyes; he just started a new piece equally as sad but also with a bit more anger. I could see this music was taking him somewhere in his mind I just wished I knew where.

I got up and moved so I could see his hands on the keys, knelt back down and zoomed out so I could see down to just above his hips and snapped the shot. I was in the room now I was surprised he hadn't seen me yet Fish must be rubbing off on me.

Edward's pov

After I had left Bella I decided I would go to the music room. When I sat down at the piano I sighed, I loved playing the piano the sound, the feel, and they way my hands felt as they moved over the keys. Once I got a song really down pat it was as if my hands had a mind of their own, they knew the song just as well as I did in my head.

I play most of my sad pieces at school, so that it doesn't make the whole house sad. Whatever the rest of my family is doing in the house they can hear me play.

As the first piece ended I didn't want to stop so I just moved on right into the next piece a slightly madder one that was one of my favorites and one of my least favorites. When ever I played this piece It made me think of my parents not Emse and Carlisle, but my real blood parents I can see them in my mind now, it makes me more upset to think I can't even see my own memories I have to see them through Carlisle's eyes, and all he ever had seen was them sick. The only memory I have left that's my own was…

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