Disclaimer: Do I LOOK like Stepenie Meyer to you? I didn't think so.

A/N- SQUEE! My first real Twilight ficcy! Hope you guys enjoy!

"C'm-ON, Bella! I want to see Emmet before the warning bell rings!"

I sighed and suddenly squeaked when my sister Rosalie literally dragged me down the hallway. I looked over my shoulder at our brother Jasper and mouthed the words, "Help me!"

Jasper just grinned and shook his head. It was easy to see how amusing he thought it was.

He then had the nerve to wave at me and walk away, leaving me to my doom.

I growled imperceptibly and said to Rosalie, "Let's go to first period before we're late. You'll just have to see Emmet in English." I pulled Rosalie after me, ignoring my sister's indignant squeals.

When we reached the science room I let go of her and turned to face my sister's scowling face. "You know, you should be thanking me," I reminded her smugly. "After all, one more tardy and you'll get detention, which would cut into your time with precious Emmy."

Rosie sat down and proceeded to ignore me. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the front of the room.

At the end of first period we both walked out of the room, Rosalie moaning and groaning about how gross the frogs were and how she almost got frog guts on her dress. (God forbid!)

"Let's get to English; you don't want to miss a minute with Emmy, do you?" I said drolly.

As expected, Rosie squealed and ran down the hall (as well as she could with three-inch heels) and I shuffled after her.

I walked into room c-303 and was shocked when something smacked me on the side of the head. I turned around, ready to start cursing, but stopped when I saw who threw the ball.

It was Edward Masen. The guy I have had a crush on for the last two years. The guy who most of the female population of Forks High have had a crush on since they were freshmen. Essentially, the most popular guy in school.

I was knocked out of my idiotic ogling when Edward scowled at me and said, "Uh, can you throw the ball please?"

Did I mention he also hated my guts?

"S-sure," I stuttered, feeling like a fool as I threw the football over to him. He caught it and didn't give me a second glance.

I walked over to the table where Emmet, Rosie, Alice (my best friend ever), and Jasper were all sitting. Alice patted me on the back sympathetically, while the others remained oblivious.

The bell soon rang and Ms. Murphy waltzed in, beaming at all of us. She clapped her hands in delight, looking genuinely happy to see us. Ms. Murphy was just a perpetually happy person.

"Hello, everyone!" she sang, "Today we are going to begin Romeo and Juliet!"

I looked at Ms. Murphy, surprised. One of the guys in the back shouted, "Hey! You never said anything about this!"

"I didn't?" she asked, puzzled. Everyone shook their heads vehemently. "Well, I'm telling you now!"

She walked past her desk and said, "Now, we will have quick auditions today. I will simply have you read from the script, so no need to worry about memorizing lines!"

There was a wicked giggle from the back and Lauren Mallory announced, "Well, it's obvious that I'm going to be Juliet."

I rolled my eyes, and I saw Jasper grimace in disgust next to me. I turned around and saw Lauren now sucking face with Edward in the middle of the classroom. I faced the front of the classroom again, feeling sick.

Ms. Murphy then proceeded to start the auditions. Some people weren't very good, and others were awful. Fewer were the good ones, which included a girl named Angela, Alice, Rosie, and Jasper, and a few other people whose names I didn't know.

When Ms. Murphy reached Edward, I craned my head around to watch. She handed him the script and instructed him to read Romeo's soliloquy from Act 2, Scene 2.

Edward cleared his throat and began:

"He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"

I nearly swooned when I heard Edward's throaty voice reading Romeo's lines. If he didn't get the part, no one would!

Ms. Murphy clapped enthusiastically and cried, "Bravo, Edward, bravo!"

I looked at Lauren and noticed she was looking particularly smug. I wanted to wipe that smirk right off her face, I really did. Luckily, it was now my turn.

Ms. Murphy handed me the script and said with a kindly smile, "Just do your best, dear."

I gulped, suddenly nervous, and began reading in a shaky voice:

"Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world."

My voice slowly grew stronger and more confident as I got into the part.

"In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered."

When I finished, there was only silence. I looked up to find that everyone was staring at me, most with astonishment on their faces. Lauren looked outraged, while Alice, Jasper, Rosie, and Emmet looked strangely triumphant. Edward was looking at me with his eyebrows raised, so, like an idiot, I blushed and hid my face in the script.

"Well done, well done!" exclaimed Ms. Murphy in delight. "That was wonderful!"

She took the script from my hands and said, just as the bell rang, "Now, the parts will be posted tomorrow. Also, tomorrow we will begin reading Romeo and Juliet for the first time, so be sure to bring your scripts which I gave you!" As soon as she was done talking, everyone rushed to get out the door.

"That was AWESOME, Bella!" Emmet exclaimed as he crushed me in one of his famous bear hugs.

When my feet were firmly planted on the ground again, Alice gave me a look of vauge amusement. "Well, that makes things interesting, doesn't it?" she said mysteriously.

My mind flashed to the look on Edward's face when I finished my lines. It was a look of deep, unfathomable curiosity.

"Yeah," I agreed tonelessly, "Interesting."

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