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Okay, this story is going to get sadder because it's a drama. I know you guys want her dad to live and Jesse to come back and everything to be happily ever after, but I make no promises. Don't hate:)

MICHELLE'S POV

"In 1799, Napoleon rose to power and ruled as a dictator," my teacher droned on, "The people soon realized…"

I tried not to bang my head against the desk. My teachers voice is boring, learning about things a trillion years ago is boring, and SCHOOL IS BORING. I need a distraction, anything from the boredom I felt. I looked to my left at Embry, who was sound asleep, snoring loudly. How did my teacher not notice? Ah, she was an old bat, I wouldn't put it past her. I sighed and turned my attention back to the teacher. Oh look, she pulled the map down. Oh look, she's holding a pointer. Oh look-

Knock, knock, knock.

The entire class looked up, desperate for anything more interesting than this lesson. The principal stuck his head in, his eyes setting on me. I felt my stomach drop. This could either be very good news or horrible news.

"Er, may I have Michelle?" the principal asked.

"Uh who?" she asked, looking around in confusion.

"M-Michelle… Adams? She's in this class right?"

"That's me," I croaked, standing up.

"Oh, good. Come with me," the principal sighed.

I grabbed my bag and followed him out into the hall, my heart pounding out of my chest. We walked down to the office.

"Michelle, your Uncle's here for you. He needs to take you to the hospital to see your father," the principal told me. Uncle?

I followed the principal inside and saw Sam. He smiled weakly at me and ran his fingers through his hair. A smile? That's good… right? I looked Sam in the eye, silently communicating with him. If only Paul was here, he knew what I wanted to say before I even said it. But Sam understood what I was asking and nodded, still smiling lightly. Yes. My dad was awake! AND ALIVE!

"Alright, you're good to go," the principal said, signing me out.

"Thank you," said Sam, shaking his hand and leaving the principal looking at his own hand. Hmm, guess not everyone's used to the hotness?

I really really wished Paul was here now. I don't know if I could face my father alone. What would he say? How would he look? Oh Paul, please come!

Silently, I followed Sam out to his car. He opened the door for me and I went to get in the front seat.

"SAM, MICHELLE! WAIT!" someone called. PAUL! YES!

We both turned to see Paul running towards us, an old looking teacher chasing after him with a ruler.

"You get back here young man!" she wheezed, brandishing her ruler.

"Quick, get in," Paul muttered, lifting me up and setting me on his lap, closing the door and locking it. Sam got in on the other side, shaking his head. The crazy old teacher was still running towards us with her ruler.

"DRIVE!" Paul yelled.

Sam started the car and drove past the teacher as Paul flipped her off.

"HA old bat. Can't believe she's allowed to teach here," Paul laughed, "Sorry it took me so long. Embry just texted me that the principal took you out of class."

"Thanks for coming Paul, even if you did have to break out of class to get here," I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"No problem," Paul chuckled, kissing my head.

"But did you really have to flip her off?" Sam asked.

"I felt it necessary. She hit me on the back of the head with that hunk of metal she calls a ruler!"

I giggled lightly and Sam just shook his head. We drove quickly, the tension building. When we finally reached the hospital, Paul took me and ran ahead. We went inside and straight to the nurse.

"Hello Mrs. Adams," the nurse greeted, she knew me by now.

"Hi is my father…"

"Yes he's awake. You can go see him if you want," the nurse said kindly.

"Thanks," I breathed, running down the hall.

I pushed open the door to my dad's room, bracing myself for what could possibly be in there. The first person I saw was Charlie, who was sitting next to the bed. My eyes fell on my father, who looked at me and smiled weakly. I rushed up to him.

"Daddy!" I cried, grabbing his hand because I wasn't sure whether or not I could hug him.

"Come here baby," dad said weakly, opening his arms.

I leaned in and hugged him, smiling happily. When I stood back up, I got a better look at my dad. He was skinnier than I'd ever seen him with dark bags under his eyes.

"Here Michelle, you can sit down. I have to go to work," Charlie said, standing up, "See you later Matt."

"Bye Charlie," dad said.

"Daddy, how do you feel?" I asked.

"I've been better," he chuckled, "How are you?"

"Better now that you're awake," I sighed.

He smiled at me, "So how's school been?"

It felt so good to have dad awake! For three hours, I sat and told him all about school, and Paul, and what I'd done while he was in the hospital. Dad smiled and laughed, but was otherwise quiet. When the nurse came in telling me visiting hours were over, I almost punched her in the face. Gosh, I'm getting Paul's temper.

"Alright nurse. Bye dad, I love you," I kissed his cheek and left.

Like always, Paul was waiting for me in the waiting room. I smiled widely at him, a real smile, for what felt like the first time in years. There was even some slutty girl in talking to him in a suggestive manor, and I wasn't even jealous! He took my hand and led me out to the car, happy because I was happy.

For the rest of that week, I visited my dad every day. Sam wouldn't let me take off anymore school, but he took me afterwards. Paul never left the hospital, even though he never went inside to see my dad. They had never had much of a relationship. Charlie was there sometimes, and Bella and Edward visited once or twice. I was scared, because dad just seemed to be getting worse. Every time I saw him, he was paler, thinner, darker under the eyes. His hair was even turning a grayish color. Dad never was completely truthful when it came to talking about his health, but as far as I knew he was having some serious heart problems. But I didn't let myself believe that anything was wrong. I even cleaned my house so that it would be nice when he came home.

Because I really wanted him to come home.

So here you have it:) UMM double update? Maybe, if I have time. We'll see:) Anyways, thanks for the reviews! I'm soo happy we reached 100! Means a lot!