**Disclaimer** Nothing is mine! All the credit goes to Mrs. Meyer for creating such wonderful characters for us to play with. If you recognize something, it isn't mine! I read a lot of fan fics and can't keep straight where I got some ideas from!
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Sorry for the delay in getting the chapter out. This summer was busy and raising a toddler and typing don't go together! The next chapter is being written, I haven't abandoned this story!
When Friday rolled around, Rosalie and Alice talked Carlisle into calling them out sick so they could go get the cars and deal with whatever Alice wanted to talk about. Ness decided to have Rosalie pick up the 1964 ½ Ford Mustang, the 1969 Camaro, and a 1968 Chevrolet Chevelle SS. The only rule was they couldn't do anything stupid with the antique cars. Since they were still fairly plentiful, the kids wouldn't have any problems finding parts, or instructions on putting them together.
The school day was similar to any other. Classes were for the most part, boring. In Bella's and my English class, there was an interesting development. The teacher happened to be a si-fi fan. She assigned as a long term project, a comparison/contrast paper on fictional horror characters in books. We could choose werewolves, vampires, witches, elves, or ghosts. We had to choose three, unrelated novels that starred the characters, then compare and contrast the way they were portrayed.
We had until Monday to choose our character and the three novels we would read. I'd be lying if a few of the girls in class didn't look our way when the teacher said vampires. When they did this, I sent a wave of annoyance at Bella, because if she didn't tip off that human writer, we wouldn't be suspected.
While the teacher droned on about the assignment and her expectations, my mind wandered. I wondered what Alice was talking to Rose about. I hoped that she would be telling us soon. Not knowing was starting to make me edgy, which was not a good idea around the little humans. I had no desire to drink their blood anymore, no matter how good they smelled.