Not mine :(

Edward's POV

The letters were passed around the room and I grabbed mine out of the stack, and then passed them over to Emmett. I rolled my eyes as I tore it open, almost sure that I was going to have the lamest pen pal ever. That just seemed to be the way things worked. However, I was pleasantly surprised when I read the snide reply Iz had sent me.

I looked over at Emmett who was reading his letter with a look of disgust on his face. He looked at me, and cringed as crumbled the letter into a paper ball and tossed it into the trashcan.

"Dude, I got the shittiest pen pal ever." He said as he rolled his eyes.

"It can't be that bad."

"Since when are you optimistic about this project?"

"Since my pen pal is awesome." I said

Emmett reached over and pulled the letter out of my hands. He skimmed it, laughing at the same parts I'm sure I did and handed it back. He shook his head and punched my arm.

"Not fair, you didn't even want to do this and you get someone cool. I was totally down with this and my pen pal not only collects leafs and volunteers at the animal shelter, but also reads to the elderly every Tuesday after school. Talk about no life."

I laughed loudly, getting a disapproving look from Mr. Armstrong. I stifled my laugh and pulled out a clean piece of paper.

"Dude." Emmett said and smacked my arm.

"Not now man, I'm writing to my awesome pen pal." I said with a smirk

Emmett rolled his eyes and stole my notebook. He ripped out a sheet of paper and then tossed it back onto my desk with a huff.

"Have fun writing to your grandma." I said and laughed again.

"Shut the hell up." he said and began writing.

Iz,
I'm glad I didn't offend you in my last letter. I guess you could say that I was just bitter because I thought I was going to get someone who knits sweaters for the homeless. Basically, someone that I wouldn't get along with. But you don't seem too bad. Don't let that go to your head though, because it's not like I said that you're awesome or anything. I guess I should tell you more about myself though, since we'll be talking pretty often. I'm not going to tell you exactly what I look like in case you're some creepy stalker girl and figure out who I am. So I'll just stick with a basic, generic description. I have two arms, two legs, two eyes and mouth. My head has hair on it, and since I'm a dude, I have a dick. I like music and food a lot. On the weekends I'm probably getting drunk with my best friends, or vegging out in front of my tv playing xbox live. I think that's enough for this segment of 'Get to know Anthony."
Peace.

PS, if you're not a creep, I could totally see us being friends. Kind of.

Once I was satisfied with my letter I folded it, stuffed it in my envelope and scribbled Iz's name across the front. I turned to Emmett and saw him smirking as he sealed his envelope.

"What did you say to your pen pal?" I asked skeptically.

Emmett shrugged. "Nothing much. Just talked about how much I love to get drunk and laid. Can't wait to see what my pen pal has to say to that."

I laughed and shook my head at him. "You would."

Bella's POV

"Girl, you killed us on the court." Angela said as we walked out of the locker room after P.E.

I shrugged and pulled my bag up so it wouldn't fall off my shoulder. "I did alright."

"Alright? Bella you played against me and Angela and totally kicked our butts!" Rosalie exclaimed.

I smiled. "Well I didn't make varsity for nothing."

"There's the cocky Bella that we all know and love." Angela said.

The bell rang and Rose and I parted ways with Angela to go to English. I sighed knowing that after this class I had my hour study hall and then it was back to the tennis courts for practice. It seemed almost cruel that I only had two hours to relax between P.E. and practice, but it sure beat having them back to back like I did last year.

I grabbed my letter off Armstrong's desk as I walked by to get to my seat. I opened it carefully, and pulled the paper out. As I read through the letter, I found myself laughing out how ridiculous this is. Not only the project, but my pen pal. Two arms, two legs, two eyes, and a mouth, seriously? I rolled my eyes at how sarcastic it was and thanked God that I got someone with a sense of humor.

"What are you laughing at?" Rose asked from beside me.

"My pen pal, he's humorous."

Rosalie beamed. "See, I told you this wouldn't be so bad."

I shrugged. "The semester just started, there's time for the bottom to fall out of this."

She rolled her eyes. "Why ya gotta be such a downer?" she teased.

I stuck my tongue out at her and flipped my notebook open. I read through the letter one more time before deciding to start writing my response.

Anthony,
Wow, I must say, I was impressed with your description. Not only was it comical, but it also served its purpose of being completely useless. You have succeeded in making it impossible for me to figure out who you are, which may be a good thing for you. Because who knows, maybe I am one of those crazy girls that would start stalking you, or perhaps even kill you? You never know. Our descriptions are similar, if you switch the dick part for vag then you pretty much described me, but I bet my hair is longer than yours. Personality wise, I'm sure you've realized by now that I'm pretty sarcastic, it's nice to see that you are as well. On weekends you can find my friends and I having sober fun. Drinking's just not my thing, I don't mind being around it, but I rarely participate. Like you, I love music, but I think that most people do. And I currently live and breathe Call of Duty.
Iz

PS, ..who says I want to be friends? Just kidding, kind of.

The bell rang, so I ripped my page out of my notebook and shoved in the envelope. I wrote his name in capital letters across the envelope and handed it to Mr. Armstrong.

"Come on, we're gonna be late." Rose said from beside the door.

"I'm hurrying." I said as I picked up my purse and book. I walked towards the door as I tried to hoist my purse onto my shoulder, close my notebook, and carry my two others book all at the same thing. It was working out well until I stepped outside the door and slammed hard into someone.

I fell to the floor, making my stuff scatter in the hall. I looked over and saw Edward Cullen also on the floor of the hallway and rubbing his chest. He stood up, and offered me his hand to help me up. I took it graciously and picked up my notebook.

"I think your book just punctured my chest." He said as he rubbed it with one hand and handed me my books with the other.

I smiled at him apologetically. "Sorry, those World History books will get ya every time."

He laughed lightly. "Well, sorry about knocking you down."

"Come on Bella, the bell's about to ring." Rose said.

I gave Edward a small smile, before turning on my heel and following Rosalie to study hall. I looked over my shoulder to see if Edward was still standing there, but he was already gone. I sighed and brushed off the feeling disappointment. I had more important things to worry about than some random guy that I had just talked to, even if he was incredibly gorgeous.