I'm trying to write as quickly as possible! Chapters will be shorter from now on!

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"A three-year-old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm." – Billy Vaughn


Edward

I walked straight into chaos. There were twenty kids screaming and running and crying and pushing and falling in one tiny area. I was frozen in the doorway. What had I gotten myself into?

I saw Bella laughing as ten of the kids jumped on her, pulling at her to please come and play with them. I also saw the real teacher take a healthy swig out of a silver flash that she slyly hid in her cleavage.

The teacher smiled at her class. "Okay, kids! Let's play Duck, Duck, Goose to get rid of some of your energy!"

"Yay!" the happy children yelled as their stubby legs ran into a messy circle.

Bella walked over to the crying girl with a warm smile. She began whispering to her until the girl was smiling and happy again. The girl ran into the circle to play the game.

Bella walked over to me with a grin. She stood beside me and crossed her arms over her black v-neck t-shirt.

"Not what you expected, huh?" she asked.

"Not at all," I agreed. "I thought they would all be like Des."

Bella laughed shortly. "No, you were definitely wrong in thinking that. Des is one of the smartest kids in the class."

We watched Des run around the circle, chasing the girl that had been crying.

"So what do I have to do?" I asked quietly, watching my sister play with her friends.

"Not much until we start doing crafts and eating snack," Bella murmured. "I read them a story and they sing a few songs before craft time though."

I nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"Oh, and you'll be on boy bathroom duty," Bella added. "Usually Ben Cheney comes to help with that, but I told him not to come today."

I looked at Bella with wide eyes. "You're serious, aren't you?"

Bella looked at me with an amused smile. "I'm so serious, Edward."

I groaned quietly. This was going to be a shitty day.

The theme for today was the moon. Bella read Goodnight Moon to the kids and then they sang songs about the man on the moon and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Then, just for fun, they sang The Itsy Bitsy Spider.

A lot of the boys had to go to the bathroom during the reading portion of the day. I understood that. It's still hard for me to listen to people read and I'm seventeen.

I didn't have to help them really. I just stood in the bathroom with my back turned.

Then it was time for crafts. It wasn't a very hard craft; they just had to glue the silver star confetti and a cracker, for a moon, onto a sheet of paper. But the teacher added to the fun by letting them finger paint the paper first.

All hell broke loose. More paint ended up on the table then on their papers. More paint ended up in their hair than on the paper, for Christ's sake!

The three of us were constantly moving amongst the kids, making sure they at least got some paint on the paper. Then we cleaned up quickly. We were going to let their pictures dry while they ate their snack, which was sugar cookies covered with white frosting and star sprinkles and "Spaceman Juice", which was really just fruit punch in space-themed cups. That got the kids to shut up.

Parents started showing up while everyone washed their hands. Bella checked their paintings and said that they weren't dry enough to put the stars or crackers on yet, so they'd have to wait until next week to finish their craft. We let the kids play with the toys until their parents came.

Finally it was just the teacher, Bella, Des, and me left.

I was playing dress-up with Des while the teacher and Bella finished cleaning up.

"Edwawd, you gotta put the cowboy hat on!" Des exclaimed, shoving a straw hat at me.

I put it on my head and smiled at her. She was a princess and I was a cowboy. We were having tea.

"Would you wike some mowe tea, Edwawd?" Des asked politely.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied in my best Southern twang. "You wouldn't happen to have any hay for my horse, would ya?"

Des giggled. "No, I don't, cowboy. We can't have hay whiwe we'we at tea!"

"Sorry, ma'am," I apologized with a grin, holding up my small tea cup.

We both sipped at our pretend tea and nibbled at the fake cookies until the teacher told us it was time to go.

Des and I quickly cleaned up and then I scooped her up, tickling her as I walked to the door.

"Edwawd!" Des squealed while she giggled. "Stop that!"

I set her down with a laugh. "Fine, Dizzy. Your wish is my command."

"Weawwy?" Des asked as we walked out the door into the drizzle. "Can I have a pony then?"

I laughed. "I don't think so, Dizzy. That's pushin' your luck, don't you think?"

"How about you be my pony then," Des murmured shyly.

"We can play horse when we get home, okay?" I promised her, grasping her hand in mine as we crossed the street.

I expected Bella to be following us, but she was nowhere in sight. I frowned. Maybe the teacher had given her a ride home...

Des and I got home just in time for supper, and who other than Rosalie was waiting for us to arrive.

I groaned as I parked my car beside hers. Why did she always have to be here?

I threw my keys down on the table in the porch and sulked into the dining room. Rosalie and Dad were talking about cars while Mom set the table. Des and I sat down without being noticed by Dad or Rose. Mom kissed Des's head and murmured a hello to me as she sat down.

Then Rosalie smiled at me. "How was playschool, Edward?"

"Great," I mumbled, stabbing a steak and plopping it down on my plate.

"Did you have fun, Des?" Rosalie continued.

Des nodded as she chewed on a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"Should I stop by one time?"

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. As if Rosalie Hale would get along with kids.

"I fink Miss Bewwa does a good job aww by hewsewf," Des mused. "Edwawd didn't even hewp that much. Miss Bewwa was awways wookin' at him. I fink it was to make suwe he didn't mess anyfing up. And when I said that Edwawd wouwdn't mess anyfing up, Miss Bewwa got weawwy wed in the face and stopped wookin' at Edwawd."

I looked down at my plate, trying to hide my cheerful smile. Bella obviously liked me a little bit if she was staring at me while she was supposed to be working.

My mom laughed nervously.

"That's wonderful, Des," she commented. "I'm glad you like Miss Bella as a teacher."

Des nodded, happily unaware of the stir she'd caused in the room.

Rosalie cleared her throat. "So, Edward, I was thinking we could quickly run through our lines together tonight. Just so we're all set for next week and everything."

I nodded, still looking down at my plate.

Then normal conversation blossomed around me thankfully. My mom talked about her plans for Des's new room, Dad talked about the potential his new intern had, Des blabbered on about how excited she was to go on her field trip to La Push next week, and Rosalie jumped in whenever someone took a breath.

When we finished supper, Des, Rosalie, and Mom all went into the kitchen to do dishes.

"Rosalie's a nice girl," Dad murmured, giving me a meaningful look.

"Yeah," I muttered, trying to avoid this talk.

"Why don't you ask her out?" he pushed.

"Dad, I don't see Rosalie as anything more than my friend," I answered in a warning ton. "I could never date someone that I'm already friends with."

Dad huffed in defeat.

"Ready, Edward?" Rosalie asked as she breezed into the dining room with a smile on her face.

I got up and followed her to my room.

"'I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant is this, that was so full of his ropery?'" Rosalie quoted as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail.

"'A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand in a month,'" I replied, sitting down on my desk.

Rosalie sprawled out on my bed. "'An 'a speak anything against me, I'll take him down, and 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his shains-mates – And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure!'"

We skipped over Peter's part and Rosalie continued as she motioned for me to join her on the bed.

"'Now, afore God, I am so vex'd that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out; what she bid me say, I will keep to myself. But first let me tell ye; if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they; for the gentlewoman is young, and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be off 'red to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.'"

I sighed as I got off the desk and sat down on my bed, as far away from Rosalie as possible.

"'Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee –'" I quoted in a tired voice.

"How about we go off script?" Rosalie asked as she crawled towards me.

I sat up, pressing my back to the headboard. "What do you mean, Rose?"

She put her hands on my thighs, stopping me from escaping her.

"Edward, why don't you like me?" she asked, her lips in an annoying pout.

"I do like you, Rose," I assured her nervously. "You're one of my best friends."

"I mean in the other way, Edward," she practically growled at me.

I swallowed deeply. "Rose, we've been friends forever. I could never risk that."

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, Rosalie!" I exclaimed, gently pushing her away from me. "Don't pull anything like that again!"

"You owe me a favour, Edward," she reminded me.

"Yeah, within reason," I reminded her. "I don't consider a one night stand within reason, Rose."

"Fine," Rosalie snapped, getting off my bed. "You just lost a friend, Edward Cullen." And she slammed my door.

I let out a groan of relief and frustration as I tugged on my hair. What a shitty day.


So I'm basically trying to write as much as I can before I leave. I'm going to TRY to finish this, but I don't know if I will. Keep your fingers crossed.

I'm finally caught up, I think, on my Creative Writing homework, so the only thing I have to worry about is the final now, which is going to be fuckhard. I'll also be writing two other finals, Chemistry and Information Processing. I.P. is gunna be hard. We didn't learn fuck all this year, and the test gets sent out from the government, so the chances of anyone in my school passing are slim. Chemistry and I have always gotten along, so I'm not too worried about that one.

Other than that, I think I'll be writing a lot more. Homework is always pretty slim in June, just finishing up everything. Although I do have grad parties and packing to do. I'm still not ready for Kenya and I leave in a freakin' month. I don't even have my tickets to Toronto yet, and that's where we leave from! Gah! So much to do! And I still procrastinate by writing, haha. Enjoy it while it lasts, people.

Reviews would be AWESOME. I betcha some people are sick of requests, but fuck it. 250 would be fuckin' cool. Just sayin'...