Edward went and took a seat and didn't look at me again just stared out the window. I walked to the front of the class more confident now since I knew exactly what I was going to say. I sighed then looked at the class. "I guess I'll start with teaching you how to start a conversation in French. " I grabbed the chalk and wrote Bonjour. Je m' appelle Mademoiselle Bella Swan = Hello. My name is Miss Bella Swan. I then showd them how to pronounce the words. Then wrote Comment t 'appelles-tu? = What is your name? Then finally taught them Enchante or I'm glad to meet you. 

The class seemed bored they probably took this class thinking it was going to be easy but I was excited and terrified when the principle walked in Mr. Black but he seemed to be pleased with my teaching skills so I wondered if I would be able to teach this class.  The bell rang and Mr. Black walked over to me. "Bella Swan huh?" The question was obviously not meant for me to answer. "I was wondering would you like to help Edward Cullen over there teach this class? He may not be smart enough to do it on his own to tell you the truth I don't know why I hired most of these teachers I don't really take a liking to them. I have another question would you go out with my son?" He chuckled after asking me but somehow he seemed serious. " Who is your son?" I laughed going along with it. 

"My son's name is Jacob Black he is quite a hansom boy if I do say so myself." The boy from earlier walked past the door the one from on the picnic table. He is so cute! I screamed in an uncharacteristic way inside my head of course. The principle whistled and his son looked over and looked at me. He walked in when he spotted his father standing next to me. I took another look at the principle and at Jacob I hadn't really looked at them before only I had thought their names sounded familiar. "Wait Jacob you remember me right?" He looked at me probably just now remebering me. "Oh my gosh Bella you finally came back I really missed making mud pies with you!" I laughed quietly remembering many a time where him and I had sat in the mud (when we were like four) and made mud pies together.