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I walked into the cafeteria for the second time at this school. Well, it's not so different, considering that was yesterday, I guess that is to be expected. Except this time I do have a difference, today I know who I will find within the daunting confines of this particular eatery. Snort, eatery.

I left my A.P. history class a few seconds ago and I was not disappointed when it came to who was in the class…well that depends on you definition of 'disappointed'.

Although I didn't have any of our favorite lovely vampires, I did have the great pleasure of sitting through an hour of The Great War with Jessica Stanley and Abby Crowley sitting behind me and obnoxiously gossiping. I never thought I would be grateful for a teacher's presence as much as I was the second Mr. Watson came up behind them and yelled in their ears to 'shut up and pay attention'. Can you say 'favorite teacher'?

But alas, my fate was saved as the lovely Matthew Dwyer consoled my bruised patience by getting himself placed in the seat next to me when he arrived late to class. I didn't bother asking why he was late; the fact that I had a diversion from them was enough.

As my thoughts wavered back to the present task (i.e. getting some delicious (or not so delicious) sustenance for my hungry belly), I walked into the food line and frowned at my decisions. I could have gray slop (tempting…), brown slop (very appetizing), yellow slop (enticing the curiosity), green slop (…), or blue slop (what the fuck?). I quickly decided to take my life into my own hands and ordered a bottle of coke. I know I know, it was risky, but what can I say? I'm a dare devil.

After accomplishing that (there are no words), I gazed into the swarming careen (swarming with what? I don't want to know). Before I even got the chance to choose a seat of my own I felt a tugging on my arm that I could sense was trying very hard not to just break off that arm.

"Alice, I would prefer to keep that arm, if it isn't too much trouble." I looked at the pixie smiling at me and glance down pointedly at my arm. She just shrugged and started pulling me in the direction of a vacant table. "Where are we going, Alice?"

"To our table, of course. You didn't think we would let you just sit alone today, did you? Of course not. And don't think I don't know you would, because I do." Damn pixie. What did I do to no longer attain the rights of walking to a table without someone pulling me?

The second we sat down I looked around at the suddenly still cafeteria. Is it just me or does everyone seem a little wary? Could this be because of my sitting with a Cullen? No, of course not. (yeah, right.)

I leaned over to Alice to whisper (just because I know I don't have to lean doesn't mean I don't like to pretend I do!), "Psst, Alice, do you feel like everyone is staring at you?" She just looked at me shocked and stared. I stared back. It took us a second to burst out laughing. We were still sitting there in hysterics when the cafeteria went back to normal but I felt someone approach.

"So, are you going to let us in on the joke or am I going to have to guess?" I stopped laughing and looked up at Emmett who was looking down at me. Why must everyone be so tall? Why?

"I asked Alice if she felt anyone was staring at us." He gave me a blank look.

"Why is that funny?" I shrugged.

"Because we started laughing." We just stared at each other until someone sighed dramatically and sat down.

"Emmett, just let it go. Who knows what goes through that mind. I pity Edward sometimes." I turned toward Rosalie and stuck out my tongue. She just looked at me and I just stared at her. Is this the day for staring contests? Beast! I got this!

"Rosalie, stop thinking that, please." I turned to Edward with my tongue still sticking out and popped it back in while smiling. I must look strange, but hey, that's what I'm here for!

"What she thinking 'bout, Eddy? Hm?" He gave me a level look.

"She's thinking of ways to kill you without getting the rest of us mad at her." I smiled, ah Rosalie.

"And how is she doing?" He shrugged.

"It's not going to work." I smiled at him. Inside, I don't really feel like dying today. I mean, in a few years maybe. But right now, dying just not really in my agenda, you know?

"MOM!" That exasperated yell could only come from one vampire here. (And I know what you're thinking, no, it's not Edward)

"RENESMEE! What?"

"If you're going to make me eat human food, then you better make Ella eat it too. This stuff is disgusting." Bella glanced at me while she sat down, and then looked back at Renesmee.

"Honey, I can't make Ella eat, she's not my daughter, like you are. Now, it makes us look much more human if even one of us is eating. And you know you can. Plus, I'm sure some foods taste good. I remember enjoying chocolate, why don't you eat some of that?" Renesmee frowned and looked at me.

"If you eat some of this shit, I'll eat some too." My eyes just about popped out of my head. I don't think so, I don't know about you, but I don't really enjoy the idea of eating shit of any kind, especially when you don't know where it came from or how the hell the people giving it to you got hold of it.

"Sorry, Ness, but eating shit just isn't on my day-planner. Maybe next week." She frowned at me.

"I thought you guys would back me up. Come on." She turned to Edward, "Dad, didn't you ever make mom eat something when she said she wasn't hungry even though she's not your daughter?" Edward cringed.

"Please never make me think of Bella as my daughter ever again, Renesmee. And Bella's my wife it's a different situation."

"She wasn't your wife when she was human." Nessie pointed out.

"She also didn't need to pretend she was human, now eat your food." Edward attempted to end that conversation, but I don't really see that happening, judging from the look in Renesmee's eyes. That is one scary picture. Remind me to never get Renesmee that mad at me, please.

I grinned at her just as Emmett looked down at my coke.

"Hey, don't humans need to eat more than that to stay alive?" I frowned and shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess, but that stuff they serve here doesn't look edible enough for me to consume safely." They all gave me blank looks now. "What? Have you seen that crap? It's just varying colors of slop. And I do not want to know what they put in it to make that blue colored shit." Shudder.

Edward raised one eyebrow. Cool beans, I want to do that too. Take note that I will be practicing that later. One eyebrow rise, nope. One eyebrow rise, nope. Ah, third times the charm, one eyebrow raise, damn it.

Okay, back to the conversation.

"If you hate the food here so much, why don't you just bring food from home? I see children do that quite often within the confines of this learning facility." I just stared at him. Seriously? 'The confines of this learning facility'? You can just say school. It means the same thing!

"Eh, I don't like getting up early enough to pack a lunch, and I don't trust that if I pack one the night before that my brother won't eat it as a midnight snack I will be out one turkey sandwich…" Hm… turkey sandwich, I could go for one of those. Maybe from the Feed Store…or Head West Subs….wait, are those just local restaurants? Who knows, but they are tasty….yum, turkey….

"Ella, Ella!"

"What, what?!" I stared at Alice who was waving her hand in front of my face. She was frowning.

"What were you thinking about? Your mind totally when AWOL on us. And Edward wasn't much help, just staring at you like you were insane when Bella let him in your mind." I glared at Eddy. Hey, those are good sandwiches!

"I don't think I have ever craved a toasted turkey and Swiss sandwich before. I don't even know what that is." I grinned. Yum, that sounds good….

"Whoa, whoa! Don't go anywhere, Ella. It looks like you like your food; we don't have to worry about you." I frowned at Alice.

"A girl can take offense to that, you know." She shrugged.

"Stop dreaming about food, and I won't be able to offend you." My frown deepened. I'm still offended. *pout*

Suddenly someone walked up to our table that I would have never expected to approach. Both of my eyebrows rose (I was going for one, but desperate times call for desperate measures!) in surprise.

I apologize profusely for the delay; I did not realize that my school work and new theater practices from 5:30-10pm were going to take such a toll on my free time. But that was an obvious miscalculation. Spring break is coming up, though, and my mom is thinking about making us stay in town, which would be pretty boring, but it would allow me some time to work on this story.

Also, sorry for the briefness of this chapter, I just typed this up as I'm sick from school today, giving me free time. I'll get back to napping now! :P

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