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AN: Do you have any idea how happy you made me?! I asked for ten reviews and I got 43! I love the world and I love you guys! Um...never mind. That sounded kinda creepy.

Chapter Three

Chloë's pov

I hate school. Mommy's so mean,I think as I climb into my car-seat. I want to stay home and play, and I want to talk to Edward some more.

During the whole ride to school I'm perfectly quiet, even though I feel like screaming about how mean Mommy's being. I know that whenever I'm quiet and I pout I make Mommy feel bad. Sometimes it works good enough that she changes her mind about whatever made me mad.

It usually doesn't work about school though. Mommy really likes me going to school no matter how much I pout.

And kindergarten is so dumb. You don't learn anything but how to count, and I can do that. Whenever I get born again, I forget a lot, but I remember that. And whenever I get growed up I remember the rest. I'm not going to need to go to school 'cause when I'm older, I'll remember the last bagillion times I went.

My pouting doesn't work and Mommy drops me off by the door to the school and I wait outside. All of the other kids are waiting by the door, but I go and sit at a bench like I do every day.

I don't like standing by or talking to the other kids my age. They're so...different. I don't like them and they don't like me. So instead of talking to my friends like the other kids do, I sit on a bench and look at the birdies or squirrels.

"Look, Alfie. It's that weird girl; Chloë," a voice says. I turn around to see who it is.

It's Ffion. She's an awful, bad girl who hates me. She's always saying mean things to me, or making her meany friend Alfie throw things at me.

When I tried telling Mommy that Alfie threw things at me she said it just meant he likes me. Mommy can be so dumb. Alfie likes Ffion. (I thing he must be crazy to like her) Alfie is mean to me so Ffion will like him. And when I told Mommy that Alfie didn't like me, she just said when I'm older I'll understand and then when I started to tell her that he only liked Ffion, Mommy interrupted and said that she didn't want to argue with me.

So now I'm stuck with them being jerks.

"How come you has no friends Chloë? How come you is so strange Chloë?" Ffion says, trying to hurt my feelings.

"How come you say has instead of have and is instead of are?" I ask, making my voice sound as sweet as I can, "Are you stupid?"

"Did you say I is stupid?" Ffion asks, trying to sound menacing.

"No, I asked if you were stupid, but seeing as how you're still not talking right, I'm pretty sure you are stupid."

"That's it," Ffion says, "Alfie? Chloë being mean. Help me!"

Alfie picks up walnuts that fell from the tree that I was looking at and starts throwing them at me. One hits me in the face, and I think it starts bleeding. We're just out of sight of the teacher who stands out side with the kids, so I run over to him.

"Teacher. Teacher!" I say, "Alfie and Ffion were being mean. They threw walnuts at me."

"Nu unh" Ffion says, "We was under the tree and it fell down and hit her. Didn't throw it at her. She don't know what she's talking 'bout."

"Is that true Alfie?" the teacher asks.

"Uh huh," Alfie answers.

"But they really did," I say, "I know what I'm talking about."

I look up at his face, willing him to believe me, but it's the word of two against one and I can tell that he don't believe me.

"Now Chloë. You shouldn't be so quick to judge someone. Apologize to them immediately," the teacher says.

"Sorry," I mutter.

As the teacher turns around to talk to some other kids, Ffion makes a face at me and drags her finger across her throat.

Gosh I hate school.

AN: I expect reviews. Maybe not 43 like last week, but I expect reviews. They make me happy, but then again, I'm already happy; it's my birthday on the 20th! I'm turning fourteen! Woohoo and stuff. I live in Iowa, so now I'll be old enough to get a job over the summer and get my driver's permit. BTW, how old are most people on this site? I know the sign-up-thing asks if you're at least thirteen.

I'll get the next chapter up this weekend even if I don't get reviews, but reviews make me happy. I like being happy. Make me happy. Please? Review?

Wow. That last part of the AN makes me sound really greedy for reviews. Oh well; I am. Now REVIEW!