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The Building Blocks of Life

Summary:
What happens if all the Cullens went to Kindergarten? What if Bella went too? This is a story of the Cullen's, Bella's and the werewolf's kindergarten adventures... August 6: Ooooooh! Readings have hit 2,222! AMAZING! (which, in case you were wondering is 1 review to every 34.7 readings. I think thats good... XD THANKS EVERYBODY!) Chapter 6:“You’re an ALICE!”“NO!” I gasped. “NOW THAT IS GOING TOO FAR!”


Notes:
Many thanks to chadley, who helped me make this story. Sorta, kinda. Even if she didn't, it was her idea. So...


1. The Cullens Get to Kindergarten

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It was final. I was going to therapy, a shrink, something! After everything I had gone through with the Cullens, it had eventually been too much.

“So.” The counselor folded his hands and peered at me over his glasses. “So, you come to see me because of these Cullens? These wonderful young people?”

He thought about that, searching my ordinary face to see if there was something I wasn’t telling him.

I stared back awkwardly. He raised a blond eyebrow and observed, “You look guilty.”

I carefully worded my reply before beginning.

“The stress of the Cullens and the Wolves was just too much for me to take in. I tried to shut in my hectic feelings, but it was all just too much to handle alone.”

“Ah.” The doctor nodded, pleased that we were getting somewhere. “Are these Cullens just being a vent? These ‘wolves’ sound like a rough piece of work…”

I struggled, trying to figure out how to side-step this minefield. All of a sudden, a feeling of surrender burst through me and I sighed.

The therapist smiled, seeming to sense that I had given up. “Go on.” He probed. “Start with your name.”

“My name is Paula Crowley,” I sullenly began, “I was the Cullen’s kindergarten teacher.”

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A silver Volvo pulled up to the faded yellow line that just barely read, “Student Drop-off”. The shiny door swung open and five children clambered out.

The first was a five-year-old, with a pillow stuffed up his shirt to make his tall five-year old frame seem even more muscular, for a kindergartener. The next was a tall shy boy, with hair like the rays of the sun, who nervously glanced around before cowering behind the brawny boy.

The adorable blond girl was next. She had charming features that promised supermodel looks when she got older. A small slender girl followed, and she shook her short coal black hair out of her eyes as her petite body almost trembled with excitement. The last, was a fair bronze hair boy. He had dazzling green eyes that were the color of the grass at dawn.

A round fair mother rolled down the gleaming window of the shotgun seat. “Okay guys,” She began gently, “Remember…” She paused, and turned around to look out the window of the other side of the Volvo.

A red and blue police car was racing closer and the curly haired police man was, waving frantically for the mother to stay where she was.

Moments later, the police man pulled over on the curb. He turned in his seat and said something sternly to his daughter, who was in the back of the car. She flushed a brilliant red, and firmly replied, her auburn hair falling into her deep brown eyes. The father’s face was bulging with fury now, and a vein was popping out the side of his head as he listened to her answer.

He retorted loudly now, loud enough for the sound to travel out of the car. “Listen here Isabella Marie! This is the law, and it has to be done!” The girl, Isabella, slumped back into her seat, her face a mask of fury.

The police man stepped out of the car and stalked over to the Volvo, struggling to keep his flaring temper calm. He stepped next to the driver’s window, and the mother rolled it down.

“Yes?” The mother said.

“Hello. I am Chief Charlie Swan. I apologize for pulling you over, but I noticed that you were driving with more children than there are seat belts in this car.” He paused, to gauge the family’s reaction.

At this point, the tall blond boy stepped out from behind his burly brother, and tilted his head, as if he was tasting the air. After a moment, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he paused. After another second, he nodded his head and allowed himself a small smile before stepping back to where he began.

Chief Swan opened his mouth, about to speak, when a look of confusion, and then sympathy smoothed over his face. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. “It’s quite alright, for now. I’ll let you off with a warning if you promised not to do it again."

"Err… " Charlie fumbled, "I’m sorry what did you say your name was, ma’am?”

“I didn’t, but its Esme. Esme Cullen.”

Esme stuck out her hand in a friendly gesture. Charlie took it a shook it enthusiastically.

"I bet we’ll be seeing quite a bit of each other. Now our children are going to Forks Elementary together, huh?” He smiled and the skin around his eyes crinkled kindheartedly.

“BELLA!” He called to his daughter in the car. “Let’s go, honey.”

The police car door swung open, clipping the sidewalk roughly as Charlie’s daughter raced to the glass doors, tripping once and scraping her hands roughly on the sidewalk.

Esme turned to her children, and smiled. “Well, that was interesting, wasn’t it?” began her first day of school good-bye.

Because of the alignment of the two cars, Bella never saw one of the Cullens.